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Text for Page 175 [09-04-1851]

              as no boat would arrive till that evening, we struck up the road and journeyed
on.     Through the copse, along roads where the dust lay deep and hot, where
the shade of the leaves was beautiful to see on the grass, where the breeze rustled,
and the grasshoppers and katydids went before us by hundreds; where looking
on each side, far as you might see, moved and stirred the world of leaves,
and twigs and boughs, harbouring its world of insects and summer creatures,
all exhilarated and astir in the fresh morning.     This left behind, on
we plodded along dusty roads, now down hill, now up, scantily-scattered
housed here and there, but no people; (the country in America, is very
lonely in this respect.)     Winding in, far through the country went the roads,
now would we pass a dozen or so of scared sheep who would huddle against
the palings and be in a panic till we had passed; once an Italian was
standing by the road-side grinding his organ to two Irishman; who in the field
beside, stood leaning on the fence, in the hot noon-day sun.   Further on we
met his comrade.       Where a tree gone tempting shade we stopped, and
halting ate apples, gathered from the trees by the road side.     Thus, till
at 4 in the afternoon we came to a place called Harrington, where we
entered and inquired for dinner.   After sitting on the bar talking with a stout,
one eyed, evil spoken man, � (a New Yorker there staying awhile) and witnessing
two snapping turtles which had been captured over night, one being held up
by his tail for out inspection, from the barrel in which they were; we
descended a steep staircase to a meal of fried ham and eggs, with tea and
Indian Corn bread accompanyments.  Three or four provincial-spoken women there
two boys and any amount of small dogs .   Meal over, paid, imbibed
and leaving that twas 5 miles to Rermant, whither I expected to reach New
York from, per boat, off we set.   A very long 5 miles is that I fancy.
Met a gypsy, coat off, dark whiskered  and swinging his stick as he inquired
of us respecting his comrades at Hoboken. (These gypsies they say are the first               
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