At that time an old scow crossed from New York City to the Jersey shore, once in about two hours.

What a great change has taken place in the last forty-seven years; now large steam ferry boats are crossing and recrossing, making the trip in a few minutes.

It was the first time that I had ever crossed a stream, except on a bridge, and I feared that we might upset and all be drowned, but no accident happened to us; we landed in safety, and went on our way rejoicing towards Elizabethtown.

At that place I saw a regiment of soldiers from Kentucky, who were on their way to the northern frontier to fight the British.
They were a rough set of fellows, and looked as though they could do a great deal of fighting.

It will be remembered that this was the time of the last war with England.