mishaps. We arrived at Jackson Brook, and went to the house of Mr. Dudley, who is a good landlord, and tries in every way to make it pleasant for his guests. There, too, good guides can be procured. We found a nice dinner, and did full justice to it; after which Mr. Dudley provided us with a comfortable wagon, two good horses, and a talkative driver. We keenly enjoyed our sixteen-mile drive over a good but unfrequented road, through beautiful woods, with here and there a farm-house, having a piece of stove-funnel for a chimney. At Waite, about six p.m., we ended our journey for the night; We were warmly welcomed by the host and his daughter. Warm fires were kindled, and at once we began to feel at home. Supper followed. "What delicious milk!" was the cry, and all echoed it.
Having written home, we went to bed, tired travellers, to dream of camp and woods. But there was no sleep, for Pluvius reigned.
