umping up and down in a neighboring field. _Paul_ threw his head
forward, quietly and curiously watching their manoeuvers. He was
evidently amused, but there was no spirit to the picture. Unfortunately
the "spirited" part of the scene was out of range.

This delay for vanity's sake prevented us from getting farther than
Weedsport by noon, where a brief halt was made for dinner. I was met
here by W. H. Ransom and the proprietor of the Howard House of Port
Byron, who came over to Weedsport and escorted me to their village,
where I had tea and was very courteously entertained for a few hours. On
leaving Port Byron, these gentlemen rode forward with me towards
Montezuma Swamp, which lies between the two towns. Here we parted
company, there being no reason why they should "run the gauntlet" with
me. I had heard wonderful tales of the dreaded monsters of this swamp,
who were reputed to be the very worst mosquitoes on record, not
excepting their famous kinsmen of the Hackensack Flats, New Jersey.

Unable to bear patiently the torture of my assailants who were swarming
around me by thousands, I put spurs to _Paul_, and went through at a
gallop; but notwithstanding this attempt to put the enemy to rout,
superior numbers gave them the advantage and their victim came out
covered with scars.

When Montezuma was reached we were glad to rest, for our late adventure
had quite exhausted both horse and rider.

[Illustration: AN OLD LANDMARK.]

Twenty-ninth Day.

                                                     _Newark House_,
                                                    NEWARK, NEW YORK,
                                                      _June Sixth_.

The journey along the line of the New York Central from Montezuma to
Newark, was an exciting one to me and _Paul_. I had long since learned
that whenever the route brought us in close proximity with the railroad,
the quiet pursuit of our way was often varied by exciting moments, owing
to _Paul's_ suspicion of the "iron horse." The climax of these escapades
was reached this morning, when _Paul_, becoming frightened by an
approaching train repeated the experience of three days ago by plunging
into a slough, about two miles from
umping up and down in a neighboring field. _ Paul _ threw his head 
 forward, softly and curiously watch their manoeuvers. He was 
 evidently amused, but there was no intent to the picture. Unfortunately 
 the " spirited " share of the setting was out of range. 

 This delay for amour propre's sake prevented us from getting far than 
 Weedsport by noon, where a brief halt was make for dinner. I was met 
 here by W. H. Ransom and the proprietor of the Howard House of Port 
 Byron, who do over to Weedsport and escorted me to their village, 
 where I accept tea and was very courteously entertained for a few hour. On 
 leaving Port Byron, these gentlemen rode forward with me towards 
 Montezuma Swamp, which lie between the two towns. Here we parted 
 company, there being no reason why they should " run the gauntlet " with 
 me. I had learn wonderful tales of the dreaded monsters of this swamp, 
 who were reputed to be the very bad mosquitoes on record, not 
 excepting their famous kinsmen of the Hackensack Flats, New Jersey. 

 Unable to bear patiently the torture of my assailants who were swarming 
 around me by thousand, I frame spurs to _ Paul _, and blend through at a 
 gallop; but notwithstanding this attack to arrange the enemy to rout, 
 superscript numbers gave them the advantage and their victim came out 
 covered with scar. 

 When Montezuma was reached we were glad to rest, for our late adventure 
 had quite exhausted both horse and passenger. 

 [ Illustration: AN OLD LANDMARK. ] 

 Twenty - ninth Day. 

                                                      _ Newark House _, 
                                                     NEWARK, NEW YORK, 
                                                       _ June Sixth _. 

 The journey along the line of the New York Central from Montezuma to 
 Newark, was an exciting one to me and _ Paul _. I had long since learned 
 that whenever the route brought us in close proximity with the railway, 
 the quiet pursuit of our way was often varied by exciting moment, owing 
 to _ Paul's _ suspicion of the " iron horse. " The climax of these escapades 
 was reached this morning, when _ Paul _, becoming frightened by an 
 approach train reprise the experience of three days ago by plunging 
 into a gangrene, about two miles from
umplng up and down in a neinhboring field. _Pcyl_ thrxw his gead
forwxrd, quietly and curiously wavchibg thtpr manoeuvers. He was
exidently wmused, byt tiere was no spirmf to thc picfmre. Uufirtunately
the "xpirited" pdrt of the scete wcs out of range.

This delay for vanity'f sake lrfvented us froi geutigg fzgtmer than
Weedsport by noon, where z brief halt was madr for dinner. I was met
here by A. H. Ransom and the proprietor of eye Howard Hojse of Poru
Bvron, who caje over to Weedsport and escortdd me to their ciolahg,
where I had tea wnd was very courteogsly enyertained for s fxw hiurs. On
leaving Port Bbron, these gentlemen rode forfaxd with me towards
Monrezuma Vwam[, whkxh uiea uetseen tje vwo towns. Hsre we partwd
company, there beimg bo reason why they fhjuld "run the gauntlet" with
me. I had hearg wknderful tales of the deeaded monsters of thls swamp,
wro were reputed to be the very worst mosquitoes ot reckfd, uit
excdptlng their famous kinsmen of the Hackensack Flwfs, Nvw Jersey.

Unable tj bear patirnhlu the torture uf my caszilants who were saarming
wroune me by troussnds, I put spurs to _Paul_, ane went throuyh qt a
gallop; but notcithstanding thix attrmpt to put the enemy tu roht,
superior jumbers gzxe them the advavtane dnd their victim came out
cjvered wivh sccrs.

When Oontgzuma wws reached we wcse glad to rest, fog our ldte adventkre
had quite exhausted both horse and rider.

[Ilkuvtrdtion: AN OLD KANDMARK.]

Twentr-ninth Day.

                                                     _Newasn House_,
                                                    UTWARK, NEW TORK,
                                                      _Gunq Dieth_.

Thq journey alotg tfe uone ow the Ntc Yifk Crntral from Montezumd to
Hewark, was an exciyikg one to me and _[aul_. I had lomg since learned
thwt whxnever the touje brought us in close proximitg with thf rwilroad,
the qtiet pursuit of pur way was often varied by exciting monents, owing
to _Paul'w_ suspicion of the "nrpn horse." Thx climwx of theve escapades
was reacyed this morning, ehen _Paul_, becoming frjghtenad by an
approaching train repeated the experience of three days ago by plungint
into e flough, abouf twp milvs yrok
umping up and down in a neighboring threw head forward, and curiously watching amused, there was no to the picture. the "spirited" part of the scene out of range. This delay for vanity's sake prevented us from getting farther Weedsport by noon, where a brief halt was made for dinner. I was here W. Ransom the proprietor of the Howard House of Port Byron, who came over to Weedsport and escorted to their village, where I had tea and very courteously entertained for few hours. On leaving Port these rode forward me Montezuma which lies between two towns. Here we parted company, there being no reason why they should "run the gauntlet" with I had tales of dreaded of swamp, who were be the very worst mosquitoes on their famous kinsmen of the Hackensack Flats, New Unable to patiently the torture of my assailants were swarming around me by thousands, I put to _Paul_, and went through at a gallop; but notwithstanding this attempt to put the rout, superior numbers gave the advantage and victim out with When Montezuma reached we were glad to rest, for our late adventure had exhausted both horse and rider. [Illustration: AN OLD LANDMARK.] Twenty-ninth House_, NEW YORK, _June The journey along the of New York Central from Newark, an me _Paul_. had long since learned whenever the route brought us close proximity with the our way was often varied by exciting moments, to _Paul's_ suspicion of the "iron horse." climax of these escapades was reached this morning, when _Paul_, becoming frightened an approaching the experience of three days ago by plunging a slough, about two from
umping up and down in a neighboRing field. _PAul_ thRew His HeAd
foRwarD, quietly and curIOuslY watching their manoeuveRs. He wAs
EVideNTlY amusEd, but thERe WAS no SpIrIt tO tHE pIcturE. UnFortunaTely
the "spiRitEd" Part of the sceNE wAs out of ranGe.

THis delay for vAniTy's sakE pRevENted uS frOm getTing faRTher thAn
WeedspoRt BY noon, wHEre a briEF HaLt waS made for dinner. I waS MeT
Here by W. H. Ransom And the PrOPrIETor Of tHe Howard HoUsE of PoRT
Byron, wHO cAME OveR To Weedsport anD escorted me TO thEir vilLaGe,
wHEre I haD tea aNd WAs vEry courteouSly eNtertaineD for a fEW hours. ON
Leaving port ByRon, TheSe geNTlEmEn rOdE ForWArD wiTH me Towards
MOnTeZuma SWamp, WHICH lieS beTweeN the tWo towns. Here we ParTed
cOMpaNy, theRe beiNg no ReAson wHy they ShoulD "rUn the gauntlet" wiTh
me. i had heard WonDeRfuL tAles oF The dreAdeD moNsters oF this swAMp,
wHo WERE rEputed to be the very wOrST MoSquitoes On recoRD, nOt
EXcepting ThEir FamoUS KinsmEn of THe hackensaCk FlatS, neW JErsey.

UnAbLe to beAr PatIenTly thE TortUre of mY assailaNts whO Were swarming
arOUnd me by thousaNDs, i PUt SPurs To _PAul_, and went tHrouGH at a
GallOP; bUt nOTwithStandInG ThIS attempt to put the eneMy To rout,
SuperIor numbers gavE them the adVANTage and tHeir VIcTIm came out
coverEd witH scars.

When mOntezuma Was reAched we wEre glad to RESt, for our LatE adVenTurE
HAd Quite exhausteD BOth hOrSe and riDer.

[illustrAtiOn: An OLd LAnDmARK.]

TwentY-ninth DaY.

                                                     _NEwArK HOusE_,
                                                    NEWArk, NEW YORK,
                                                      _juNe SIxTh_.

THe jouRNey aloNg the Line Of ThE new york CenTRaL FRom MOnTeZuma To
NEwArk, waS an eXCitIng one tO me and _PauL_. I hAD lonG sInCe learnEd
that wheneveR tHe route broUgHt uS in cloSE ProximitY with the railroad,
the quieT Pursuit Of oUr way Was oFten varieD by ExcitiNg mOMents, oWing
to _paul's_ SuSpiCIOn of tHE "IrOn hOrSe." The climaX OF thEse esCaPadeS
was reaChed this morning, wheN _pauL_, becoming frigHteNed bY AN
aPprOAcHIng TrAIn rEPEated the experieNce of three DaYS aGo by plungiNG
inTo A slough, About twO mileS From
umping up and down in a ne ighboringfield . _ Pau l_  thr ew h is head
forwar d , qu ietly and curiously wa tchin gt heir ma noeuv ers. He wa s evi de nt lyam u se d, bu t t here wa s no spiri t t othe picture. Un fortunatel y
t he "spirited " p art of  t hes cenewas  outof ran g e.

Th is delayfo r  vanit y 's sake p re vent ed us from gettin g  f a rther than
Wee dsport  b y  n o o n,whe re a brief  h alt w a s madef or d i nne r . I was met
h ere by W. H .  Ra nsom a nd  th e  propr ietor  o f  th e Howard Ho useof Port
B yron,w ho came over to  Weeds por t a nd e s co rt edme tot he irv ill age,
whe re  I  hadteaa n d wasver y co urteo usly entertai ned  for a f ew ho urs.On
l ea vingPort B yron,  t hese gentlemenrode  forwardwit hmeto wards Montez uma  Sw amp, wh ich lie s  be tw e e n  t he two towns. Here  w e pa rted
com pany,t he re being no  r eas on w h y  they  sho u ld  "run th e gaun t le t"  with
m e.  I had  h ear d w onder f ul t ales o f the dr eaded monsters of th i s swamp,
whow er e re p uted  to  be the ver y wo r st m osqu i to eso n rec ord,no t 
e x cepting their famou skinsme n ofthe Hackensac k Flats, N e w Jersey.
Una b le to bear patien tly t he torture of my as saila nts whowere swar m i ng
aroun d m e b y t hou s a nd s, I put spur s to _ Pa ul_, an d w ent thr oug h a t a 
ga ll op; but n otwithst an di ng  t his  atte m pt to pu tthe  e nem y tor out,
s uperi or n um be r s g ave the m  t h e  adv an ta ge a ndth eir v icti m  ca me outcovered w ith scar s. 
When Mo ntezuma was r ea ched we we re  gl ad tor e st, forour late adventure
hadq uite ex hau stedboth  horse an d r ider.
[I l lustra tion:AN OL DLAN D M ARK.] Tw ent y- ninth Day.                                              _Ne war k Ho u s e_ ,
                                     NEWA R K,NE W YORK, 
                                           _Jun e Sixth_ .

The jo u rneya lo ng th e l ine of  t heNew Y ork Ce n tra l fro m Mont ez uma to 
Newa rk , was an  exciting one to me and  _Paul _. Ihad  long sin cel ear ned
thatwhen ever the r out e b rough t u s  in c lose pr oxi m ity w itht he railro a d, 
th e qu iet pursuit o f  ou r way  wa s  often  var ied by exciting m o ments, owing
t o _P a u l's _ s u spic io n of the "iron  ho rs e . " The cl im ax of these  escapad es was r eached  thismorning , wh e n _Pau l_,bec oming fri ght en e d by an 
a pp r oachin g tr ai n repe ated t h e ex p e rience of threedaysa g o byp lun gingin to a sl o ugh,  about two  miles from 
umping up_and down_in a neighboring field.__Paul_ threw_his_head
forward, quietly_and_curiously watching their_manoeuvers. He was
evidently_amused, but there was_no spirit to_the_picture. Unfortunately
the "spirited" part of the scene was out of range.

This delay for vanity's_sake_prevented us_from_getting_farther than
Weedsport by noon, where_a brief halt was made_for dinner._I was met
here by W. H. Ransom and_the_proprietor of the_Howard House of Port
Byron, who came over to Weedsport_and escorted me to their village,
where_I had tea_and_was_very courteously entertained for_a few hours. On
leaving Port Byron,_these gentlemen rode forward with me_towards
Montezuma Swamp, which lies between the two_towns. Here we parted
company, there being_no reason why they should_"run the_gauntlet" with
me. I had heard_wonderful tales of_the dreaded_monsters of this_swamp,
who were reputed to be the_very worst mosquitoes_on record, not
excepting their famous kinsmen_of_the Hackensack Flats,_New_Jersey.

Unable_to bear_patiently the torture_of_my assailants_who_were swarming
around me by thousands, I_put_spurs to _Paul_, and went through at_a
gallop; but notwithstanding this_attempt_to put the enemy_to rout,
superior numbers gave them_the advantage and their victim came_out
covered with_scars.

When Montezuma_was reached we were glad to rest, for our late adventure
had_quite exhausted both horse and rider.

[Illustration:_AN OLD LANDMARK.]

Twenty-ninth Day.

_ __  __ _      _ _     _   __     _     _    ___    _Newark_House_,
     _  _      __     __     ___    _     _        _NEWARK, NEW YORK,
_    ___         _ _  _         _      _          _   _June Sixth_.

The journey along the_line of the New York Central from_Montezuma to
Newark, was an_exciting_one to me and _Paul_. I had_long_since_learned
that_whenever the route_brought us in_close proximity with_the railroad,
the_quiet pursuit of_our way_was often varied_by_exciting moments, owing
to _Paul's_ suspicion of the "iron horse." The climax of these escapades
was reached this morning, when__Paul_, becoming frightened by an
approaching train_repeated the experience of three_days_ago by plunging
into_a slough, about two_miles from