He then prepared us some dinner, as we wished to snatch a few hours' sleep before commencing our return to Louisville, with its twenty-one hours of pleasure.

About half-past ten at night, a blast in the breeze, mixed with a confused slushy sound, as sixteen hoofs plashed in the mud, rang the knell in our ears, "Your time has come!" I anxiously looked as the mail pulled up in the middle of the road opposite to the door--they always allow the passengers the privilege of wading through the mud to the door of the inn--to see if by any chance it was empty, having been told that but few people comparatively travelled the back route--no wonder, if they could help it.

Alas! the steam on the window announced, with fatal certainty, some humanities inside.

The door opened; out they came, one, two, three, four.

It was a small coach, with three seats, having only space for two persons on each, thus leaving places inside for my friend and myself.
"Any room outside, there ?" "Room for one, sir!" There was no help for it, and we were therefore obliged to leave one servant behind, to follow next night.
Horses changed, honey-toddy all drank, in we got into the centre seat.
"What is this all round ?" "Thick drugget, sir; they nail it round in winter to keep the cold out."-- Thank Heaven, it is only nailed at the bottom.