ground, and horses and cows were eating them in the
fields, and rows of freight-cars at all the stations were
laden with them, and little boys were selling them in the
cars; in short, where were they not? There were smiling
fields with verdant hedgerows between them, unlike the
untidy snake-fences of the colonies, and meadows like
parks, dotted over with trees, and woods filled with
sumach and scarlet maple, and rapid streams hurrying
over white pebbles, and villages of green-jalousied houses,
with churches and spires, for here all places of worship
have spires; and the mellow light of a declining sun
streamed over this varied scene of happiness, prosperity,
and comfort; and for a moment I thought—O traitorous
thought!—that the New England was fairer than the Old.
Nor were the more material evidences of prosperity wanting, for we passed through several large towns near the coast—Newbury Port, Salem, and Portsmouth—with populations varying from 30,000 to 50,000 souls. They seemed bustling, thriving places, with handsome stores, which we had an opportunity of observing, as in the States the cars run right into the streets along the carriage-way, traffic being merely diverted from the track while the cars are upon it.
Most of the railways in the States have only one track or line of rails, with occasional sidings at the stations for the cars to pass each other. A fence is by no means a matter of necessity, and two or three animals are destroyed every day from straying on the line. The engines, which are nearly twice the size of ours, with a covered enclosure for the engineer and stoker, carry
