(some 7 miles in length I�m sure)  we made divers assays for the purpose
of the smiting and annexing at least a chicken.   But as yet in vain.
Some 12 miles having been left behind us, we enter a hotel known as �Liberty-
pole,� kept by a Vanderbeek, and there inquiring for provant are shewn into
a rear kitchen, and partake of dinner, � �en famille.   A lounge on the stoop
looking out on the dusty road and quiet landscape, unceasing fumigation, lavation,
and then off again, and on through the sunny afternoon.  More essays at
fowl-slaying and petty larceny, and finally a successful one.   A maternal
turkey with two young ones were by a fence side, and
			A sudden blow from Mason�s stick
				The neck wrung round on a stone
			Had dispossess�d one bird of life
				Right quick the deed was done �
			And in my pocket straightway lay
				Warm, lifeless flesh and bone.
  The owners house was close by, and on another were men at work, who as with
exultant grinning we passed on, chaffed us, unthinking mortals!   On and on,
from the winding roads to a thicket margined one, the steep acclivity of which de-
noted our approach to the tall rock Palisades bordering the Hudson.  Here
halting for a glass of water at a roadside cottage, little girls gave us peaches,
(the only act of civility by the way we encountered in our travel.)   Pursuing our
road, at length we wound down the rocks, and came upon a spot yclept
Haylers landing place, nearly opposite to little Yonkers.   A grocery-store, two
or three barns or houses, the broad, rippleless Hudson, with the sheen of 
the setting sun flaming on it, and falling on the fresh deep verdure &
autumnal tints of the foliage on the banks.   Making a few inquiries from
a surly aboriginal boy at the grocery store, we then purchased crackers and
assended the road, struck off mid the rocks and trees and prepared