"Edgartown is a much finer place than Holmes's Hole, I understand,"
remarked Caleb to their driver.

"Well, I dunno; it's some bigger," was the reply.

"But it is a better sort of place, I am told; people from Edgartown
don't seem to think much of Holmes's Hole."

"No, nor the Holmes's Hole folks don't think much of Oldtown; it's
pretty much according to who you talk to, which place is called the
handsomest, I reckon."

"Athens or Rome, London or Paris, Oldtown or Holmes's Hole, Mysie,"
murmured Caleb, as their driver stopped to reply to the driver of "a
team," who was anxious to know when he was "a-goin' to butcher agin."

Edgartown proved to be a pretty little seaside town, with some handsome
wooden houses, a little bank, and a very nice tavern, at which the
travellers received very satisfactory entertainment. The next day,
reembarking upon the "Eagle's Wing," they soon reached New Bedford.




OCTOBER TO MAY.


The day that brightens half the earth
Is night to half. Ah, sweet!