Old Concord, her highways and byways; . bs, and our pilgrims are offfor the Old Marlborough Road. If the Virginia Road, before mentioned in thissimple record, makes its lazy pilgrim forget all hiscares and troubles, the Old Marlborough Road iswell calculated to cause him to take them up is not a grain missing of the gravel thatThoreau knew, with even a goodly addition, toplough through. One looks, if he be of a philan-thropic turn of mind, pityingly at the horse ; surelvhe ought not, by all the laws that govern mansdealings with the lower brutes, to be compelled todraw a heavy phae
Old Concord, her highways and byways; . bs, and our pilgrims are offfor the Old Marlborough Road. If the Virginia Road, before mentioned in thissimple record, makes its lazy pilgrim forget all hiscares and troubles, the Old Marlborough Road iswell calculated to cause him to take them up is not a grain missing of the gravel thatThoreau knew, with even a goodly addition, toplough through. One looks, if he be of a philan-thropic turn of mind, pityingly at the horse ; surelvhe ought not, by all the laws that govern mansdealings with the lower brutes, to be compelled todraw a heavy phaeton and two able-bodied womenover this thoroughfare whicli nobody repairs, 1/6 Old Concord. decide our pilgrims. So out they step, gently thril-ling with a sweet satisfaction in their own benev-olence; and hoping their steed has the properamount of gratitude, they persuasively lead him bythe flowing reins while, gingerly elevating, theirskirts, they begin to plough their way along. Truthcompels us to state, however, because this record. old MARLBOROUGH ROAD prevaricateth not by so much as a hairs breadthfrom the white line of verity, that after a quarter ofa mile of traveling in this fashion has been enjoyed,the pilgrims pause, look to each other for a decision,which neither expressing, they step quickly intotheir phaeton and with an abrupt Go on, Dobbin ! they acknowledge to him, and to all the world that Her Highways and Byways. 177 is there to hear, their willingness to be drawn overthe remainder of the Old Marlborough Road. It is not too late to turn back. Pilgrim No. ipeers furtively into her companions face, but thesight wilts her, and she drops into her corner ofthe phaeton. Id die before Id turn back ! mutters she-of-the-whip between her teeth. And in weary silence the two occupants of thephaeton mechanically watch the horse settle his feetwith a thud into the sand-bed and pick them out,his head observing that peculiar series of jerksknown to those who manipulate the re
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