He said that only a few days before he had passed a bear drinking at a spring.

He led the way to his house, a common farmhouse without paint, or carpet, or cushioned seat.

The landlady was spinning wool in the kitchen.
Mr.Crawford supplied the table when he could by his gun or fishing-rod; otherwise the fare was meagre.

When asked for mustard for the salt meat, they said they had none, at least in the house, but they had some growing.
A young turkey halted about in the dining-room gobbling in a noisy way, and the girl in attendance was requested by Mr.
Webster, with imperturbable gravity, either to kindly take it out or to bring its companion in, for it seemed lonely.

She stood in utter confusion for a minute, then seized the squawking fowl and disappeared.
When Mr.Crawford was asked if ladies ever went up Mount Washington, he said two had been up, and he hoped never to see another trying it, for the last one he brought down on his shoulders, or she would have never got down alive.
The first night I asked for a change of bed linen.