Describes a coach ride up the Catskill Mountains. it off. An awning attached to a shop front opposite catches fire from a cracker, and is extinguished. A bell rings inside the Tavern, and folks are supposed to be dining. We are summoned to pay coach fare, and muleted to the amount of $ each. We take our places (inside the coach this time,) in company with a brown keen faced American, his wife, (I suppose,) and a long thin inanely-supercilious faced girl with long tangled curls ? one of their party. Off we are, with much jolting and bumping, winding up the mountain. It is hot, and I doze
Describes a coach ride up the Catskill Mountains. it off. An awning attached to a shop front opposite catches fire from a cracker, and is extinguished. A bell rings inside the Tavern, and folks are supposed to be dining. We are summoned to pay coach fare, and muleted to the amount of $ each. We take our places (inside the coach this time,) in company with a brown keen faced American, his wife, (I suppose,) and a long thin inanely-supercilious faced girl with long tangled curls ? one of their party. Off we are, with much jolting and bumping, winding up the mountain. It is hot, and I doze again, but am speedily jolted into very wide awakishness. Up and and [sic] onwards, steeper and steeper, mountain rising far above mountain, the road winding on ever. Sun light glancing hotly through the thick trees, and resting in quiet glory on the sea of verdure far below. Higher and higher yet, for miles upwards, with sometimes a pause for resting the horses. Some little discursive talk with the other carriage inmates, and the tangled curls manifest ill bred vapidity and little insolences in converse with her party. Some seven miles being past, half way, there ?s a halt at a roadside house, then in again. Steeper mountain passes. Mr [Henry] Hart & I get out and walk. Flowers Iris hued, blossoming copse, and mighty trees, a world of leafy beauty every where. Verdure heaped on verdure, tree summit surmounting tree-summit. Arrived at a little stream running athwart the path, a small shanty yclept ?ǣRip Van Winkle ?s House ? beside. We inquire of its occupant as to [Alfred] Waud and Dillon [Mapother], and the hotel-keeper, a spare brown-faced knave lies, Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 11, July 4, 1853 . 4 July 1853. Gunn, Thomas Butler, 1826-1903
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