There are so many old toll-roads upon which toll is no longer collected that one is apt to get in the habit of whizzing through the gates so fast that the keepers, if there be any, have no time to come out, much less to collect the rates.
It was cold the next morning when we started from Syracuse, and it waxed colder and colder all day long.
The Endurance Contest followed the direct road to Rochester, going by way of Port Byron, Lyons, Palmyra, and Pittsford.

That road is neither interesting nor good.

Even if one is going to Rochester, the roads are better to the south; but as we had no intention of visiting the city again, we took Genesee Street and intended to follow it into Buffalo.
The old turnpike leads to the north of Auburn and Seneca Falls, but we turned into the Falls for dinner.

In trying to find and follow the turnpike we missed it, and ran so far to the north that we were within seven or eight miles of Rochester, so near, in fact, that at the village of Victor the inhabitants debated whether it would not be better to run into Rochester and thence to Batavia by Bergen rather than southwest through Avon and Caledonia.
Having started out with the intention of passing Rochester, we were just obstinate enough to keep to the south.

The result was that for nearly the entire day the machine was laboring over the indifferent roads that usually lie just between two main travelled highways.