Pomona was delighted, and Jonas was quite willing to run our farm.

So arrangements were made, and the young couple were established in apartments in our back building, and went to work as if taking care of us and our possessions was the ultimate object of their lives.

Jonas was such a steady fellow that we feared no trouble from tree-man or lightning rodder during this absence.
Our destination was a country tavern on the stage-road, not far from the point where the road crosses the ridge of the mountain-range, and about sixteen miles from the town.

We had heard of this tavern from a friend of ours, who had spent a summer there.

The surrounding country was lovely, and the house was kept by a farmer, who was a good soul, and tried to make his guests happy.