the new gentleman of the road
I rose on Monday morning, the nineteenth, at precisely 2 o'clock, without the use of an alarm clock, after five hours of refreshing rest. At just 4 A. M., having breakfasted, self-prepared, duly laden, I was marching up Church Lane to the Old York Road in the darkness, under clear stars — that being my shortest route to New Hope, where I expected to meet a supper engagement at 7 o'clock that evening.
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