he shade, and a peal of joyous welcome from all beings,
quadruped or biped, within hearing.

"Hulloa! boys!" cried a deep hearty voice from within the barroom.
"Hulloa! boys! Walk in! walk in! What the eternal h-ll are you about
there?"

Well, we did walk into a large neat bar-room, with a bright hickory log
crackling upon the hearth-stone, a large round table in one corner,
covered with draught-boards, and old newspapers, among which showed
preeminent the "Spirit of the Times;" a range of pegs well stored with
great-coats, fishing-rods, whips, game-bags, spurs, and every other
stray appurtenance of sporting, gracing one end; while the other was
more gaily decorated by the well furnished bar, in the right-hand angle
of which my eye detected in an instant a handsome nine pound double
barrel, an old six foot Queen Ann's tower-musket, and a long
smooth-bored rifle; and last, not least, outstretched at easy length
upon the counter of his bar, to the left-hand of the gang-way--the right
side being more suitably decorated with tumblers, and decanters of strange
compounds--supine, with fair round belly towering upward, and head
voluptuously pillowed on a heap of wagon cushions--lay in his glory--but
no! hold!--the end of a chapter is no place to introduce--Tom Draw!*
[*It is almost a painful task to read over and revise this chapter. The
"twenty years ago" is too keenly visible to the mind's eye in every
line. Of the persons mentioned in its pages, more than one have passed
away from our world forever; and even the natural features of rock,
wood, and river, in other countries so vastly more enduring than their
perishable owners, have been so much altered by the march of
improvement, Heaven save the mark! that the traveler up the Erie
railroad, will certainly not recognize in the description of the vale of
Ramapo, the hill-sides all denuded of their leafy honors, the bright
streams dammed by unsightly mounds and changed into foul stagnant pools,
the snug country tavern deserted for a huge hideous barn-like depot, and
all the lovely sights and sweet harmonies of nature defaced and drowned
by the deformities consequent on a railroad, by the disgusting roar and
screech of the steam-engine. One word to the wise! Let no man be deluded
by the following pages, into the setting forth for Warwick now in search
of sporting. These things are strictly as they were twenty years ago! Mr.
Seward, in his zeal for the improvement of Chatauque