We ladies were to sleep in the bar-room, from which its drinking visitors could be ejected only at a late hour.

The outer door had no fastening to prevent their return.

However, our host kindly requested we would call him, if they did, as he had "conquered them for us," and would do so again.

We had also rather hard couches (mine was the supper-table); but we Yankees, born to rove, were altogether too much fatigued to stand upon trifles, and slept as sweetly as we would in the "bigly bower" of any baroness.

But I think England sat up all night, wrapped in her blanket-shawl, and with a neat lace cap upon her head,--so that she would have looked perfectly the lady, if any one had come in,--shuddering and listening.