and I do not wonder that it startled your brother. It was made by the steam-engine; and directly the carriages began to move more and more slowly, until they stopped at another such station as we left but a little while before. It was such a short time since we had entered the carriage that George thought we could not have travelled more than a mile, if indeed, we had got so far as that; and you may think that he was surprised when I told him that we were six miles from the place we started from.

We did not stay long at this place. Soon there was another whistle, and then the carriages again went on as before.

Then we saw a high hill at a little distance from the road; and a great many houses upon it. It was a large town. Your brother said that it put him in mind of a verse in the Bible, about a city set upon a hill, which cannot be hid. Mother will be so kind as to find that verse for you, and read it to you, and tell you what it means.

But I must not keep you so long upon the railroad, for that was only a short part of our journey. In about an hour we got safely to the last station, and were glad to stand once more upon the ground. I dare say when you see George again he will have to tell you more about the railroad than I have done. How, in one place, it passed through a hill, so that we were quite in the dark, under

ground; and how, in another place, it went over a river, so that we saw the boats sailing quite below us. These things I shall leave for your brother to tell you, and go on with the other part of our journey.

When we got away from the railroad we went to an inn, and inquired how long it would be before the next coach would be going to H- We were told that one would go in about an hour; so we left our bags at the inn, and went for a little walk. There was a pretty field just opposite, with a path through it. We went into this field and sat under a tree, and then we looked into the paper bag which your kind mother had given to us before we left home. Yes, yes; and we did more than look into it; we emptied it too and a nice dinner we had, as we sat under the tree. It made us think of our tea in the arbour last week; and we talked about you and mother, and little sister, and wished you were all with us, with another paper bag. We did not feel the wind because there was a thick, high hedge behind us.

When we had finished our dinner in this pretty field, we walked again into the road, and found that the coach would soon be ready to begin the journey, for the men in the inn yard were bringing out the horses, and harnessing them to the coach. So we waited near, and saw that our luggage was safe; and when the coachman said that he

was quite ready, we got upon the top of the coach, and soon left the inn and our dinnerfield behind us.

We had not been long on the coach before we left something else behind us. The wind seemed to blow more fiercely than it had done all the morning; and while we were thinking and talking about other things, away went George's straw-hat.

"Stop, stop!" shouted George; and "Stop, stop!" said George's father.

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George said Stop, stop," to the hat, which did not mind him in the least; but George's father said "Stop, stop," to the coachman; and the coachman heard him, and looked back to see what was the matter. He soon understood it all when he saw his little passenger without a hat, and his hair blowing about in the wind; and he pulled the reins and made the horses stop. Then George's father let himself down from the coach, and ran back after the hat, which was merrily blowing back again along the road. At last, the hat was caught; and father, almost out of breath with his long race, got upon the coach again, and put the hat upon his little boy's head. After this, George took care to hold it tight, lest it should blow away again.

And oh, the large orchards which we passed, full of apple-trees and cherry-trees loaded with fruit! I think you would have liked to have seen them; for though we have apple

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trees in our garden at home, they have but little fruit on them this year; and our cherries, you know, are nearly all gone. We saw one orchard in which men were gathering cherries. They had long ladders to reach to the tops of the tall trees; and there were several large baskets full of fruit already gathered. I suppose they were going to send these cherries to market.

Presently we passed by a hop-garden; but there were no hops to be seen; it was too early in the season for them. The hops will not be grown and ready to be picked until October, which, you know, is four months later in the year than June.

After we had been riding on the coach more than an hour, we came to a small town where one of your uncles lives. We had not time to go to see him, but he came running to the coach to see us; and when it stopped for the horses to be changed, he stayed and talked with us. He was very glad to see his little nephew; and he did an act of kindness for him which was very useful to George; for when we told him about the race we had for the hat, and how troubled your brother was to keep it tight upon his head, he ran and got a nice piece of string, and fastened the hat to your brother's coat, so that it could not be again blown away. This was a great relief to George; for his arm ached with holding his hat.

At length we were obliged to bid good bye to your uncle; for the horses were changed, and ready to trot away with the coach. And away we went, over rough roads and smooth

roads, up hill and down hill, sometimes through villages and then through woods, until George was tired of sitting so long, and almost fell asleep. At length we reached the end of this part of our journey. The coach stopped, and we got down at the pretty little village in which your uncle Henry lives.

George was glad of this; for he had travelled a long way for such a little boy; and he was glad, too, to see his uncle and aunt, who had got ready for him a nice basin of bread and milk.

But our journey was not yet ended; we had not reached grandfather's house, which