In the opposite quarter of the heavens, a rose-light was
reflected, whence I know not, which colored the clouds around the moon,
then well above the horizon, so that the nearly round and silver moon
appeared strangely among roseate clouds,--sometimes half obscured by
them.
A man with a smart horse, upon which the landlord makes laudatory
remarks. He replies that he has "a better at home." Dressed in a brown,
bright-buttoned coat, smartly cut. He immediately becomes familiar, and
begins to talk of the license law, and other similar topics,--making
himself at home, as one who, being much of his time upon the road, finds
himself at ease at any tavern. He inquired after a stage agent, named
Brigham, who formerly resided here, but now has gone to the West. He
himself was probably a horse-jockey.
An old lady, stopping here over the Sabbath, waiting for to-morrow's
stage for Greenfield, having been deceived by the idea that she could
proceed on her journey without delay. Quiet, making herself comfortable,
taken into the society of the women of the house.
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