gentleman patrons all sit till bedtime, I noticed the farm hands nearly all as they came in for dinner, stopped at the bar for a drink of liquor, for which they paid five cents. Many of them took gin; I had never seen any gin before, and it looked so white and clear, I thought it must be good, and so told my companion, Moberley, who advised me to try it, and I stepped up and paid my five cents for a glass, when I soon found out that all that looked pretty was not good. I thought it was horrid and never since have I wanted anymore. We then started for New York City with our two saddle horses and the pair we had traded for; at Brunswick we got on a steamboat with the horses. It was the first steamboat I had ever seen. On arrival in New York, we went to the stock market, called Bull's Head Tavern and Livery Stable, where it looked almost like out in the country, as just back of it was a large commons, on which the town cows were grazing, and also a large reservoir for city use. Two years after this in 1853, the Crystal Palace was built on these commons for the World's Fair, and now it is the most densely populous part of the city.

Whilst we were there, in order to see something of the city, I took the bus, upon the driver's seat, for a ride down through Broadway, and to the ferry, which was a grand sight for the boy. I have learned since that things all look much larger and grander to a boy than afterward. In a few days, we sold my saddle horse for $100. and the coach horses to a Quaker gentleman for $250 (they would readily sell for $500 now). Mr. Moberley, failing to sell his horse, rode him back into New Jersey, to collect a balance on the mules, and returning, sold his horse in Newark, N. J. for $80. I remained with our Quaker friend for a week and greatly enjoyed the stay. He was engaged in putting up flour, prepared with a yeast ready for cooking bread, which he sold and delivered all over the city, and Brooklyn, Jersey City and Hoboken, using the horses he purchased from us. I went with him every day on his rounds, and thus got to see a great deal of all these cities. I also went with him on Sunday, to their Quaker Service, where the men all kept their hats on, and the women took off their bonnets. There was no regular preacher, any one speaking as the spirit moved them to do so. After several short speeches, a Mr. Rowland Hill, from Philadelphia, spoke quite a while, and drifted to an abuse of slavery and the southern people; I noticed my friend making signs to him,

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