Clinton : or, Boy-life in the country . e a greatmany coaches and cabs arranged along the side-walk,waiting for the passengers. He was surprised to find thatall these vehicles were on wheels, and that the streetswere quite destitute of snow. He had not seen bareground before for several months; for in Brookdalethe snow often falls in the latter part of November,and does not disappear till late in March. Boston be-ing farther south and nearer the sea-coast, the snowdoes not accumulate in such quantities, nor remain solong upon the ground, as it does in that part of Mainewhere Jerry belonged. Je
Clinton : or, Boy-life in the country . e a greatmany coaches and cabs arranged along the side-walk,waiting for the passengers. He was surprised to find thatall these vehicles were on wheels, and that the streetswere quite destitute of snow. He had not seen bareground before for several months; for in Brookdalethe snow often falls in the latter part of November,and does not disappear till late in March. Boston be-ing farther south and nearer the sea-coast, the snowdoes not accumulate in such quantities, nor remain solong upon the ground, as it does in that part of Mainewhere Jerry belonged. Jerry now thought it was time to hunt up quartersfor the night. He was wholly unacquainted with thestreets, but he knew there were a great many public HATMAKKET SQUARE. 143 houses in the city; and he supposed he should nothave to go far, in any direction, to find one. On leav-ing the depot, he found himself in a large, open square,surrounded on all sides by tall buildings. In the cen-tre of the square was a circular enclosure, surrounded. by an iron fence and a brick side-walk; and in thecentre of that was a tall, iron post supporting a gas-lamp. This w^as Haymarket Square. Eight differentstreets lead out of it, in various directions, and it wassome time before Jerry could decide which to , at length, chose one and started on his way, not 144 THE HOTEL CLERK, knowing whither it would lead him. He had not gonefar before he saw a building, which he thought mightbe a hotel, and on inquiring of the driver of a carriagewhich was standing before the door, he was told that itwas a public house. He accordingly ascended thesteps, and entered the room which had the word,«Office, painted over the door. Several men wereseated around a very large stove, reading; and an-other was sitting at a desk, behind a counter that ex-tended across one end of the room. Going up to thelatter, Jerry said : — Can I stay here to-night, sir ? The man addressed, — who was the clerk of the ho-tel,
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