When they said that a road was bad they meant that it was rugged, rambling and picturesque.

So, to their bewilderment, whenever we had a choice of good or bad roads, we always chose the bad.

And, to get at what we really wanted, we learned to inquire which was the worst road to such and such a place.

That we knew would be the road for us.

From their point of view, the road we were on was as bad as could be; but, as I said, the undertaker evidently understood us, and had sent us into a region of whimsically sudden hills and rock and wooded wilderness, a swart country of lonely, rugged uplands, with but a solitary house here and there for miles.