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    horse were paraded down below."

    "But are we not a little too _old_ for such an amusement, in the streets of
    a large town, Mr. Ten Eyck?" I answered, doubtingly, looking round me in
    an uncertain manner, as one who did not like to adventure, even while he
    hesitated to refuse. "Those king's officers are privileged people, you
    know."

    "No man has a higher privilege to use the streets of Albany, than Mr.
    Cornelius Littlepage, sir, I can assure you. The young ladies often honour
    me with their company, and no accident has ever happened."

    "Do the young ladies venture to ride down _this_ street, Mr. Ten Eyck?"

    "Not often, sir, I grant you; though that _has_ been done, too, of a
    moon-light night. There is a more retired spot, at no great distance from
    this street, however, to which the ladies are rather more partial. Look,
    Mr. Littlepage!--There goes the Hon. Capt. Monson, of the ----th, and he
    will be down the hill and up again before we are off, unless you hurry.
    Take your seat, lady-fashion, and leave me to manage the sled."

    What could I do! Guert had been so very civil, was so much in earnest,
    everybody seemed to expect it of me, and the Hon. Capt. Monson was already
    a hundred yards on his way to the bottom, shooting ahead with the velocity
    of an arrow. I took my seat, accordingly, placing my feet together on the
    front round, "_lady-fashion_," as directed. In an instant, Guert's manly
    frame was behind me, with a leg extended on each side of the sled, the
    government of which, as every American who has been born north of the
    Potomac well knows, is effected by delicate touches of the heels. Guert
    called out to the boys for a shove, and away we went, like the ship that is
    bound for her "destined element," as the poets say. We got a good start,
    and left the spot as the arrow leaves its bow.

    Shall I own the truth, and confess I had a momentary pleasure in the
    excitement produced by the rapidity of the motion, by the race we were
    running with another sled, and by the skill and ease with which Guert,
    almost without touching the ground, carried us unharmed through sundry
    narrow passages, and along the line of wood and venison loaded sleighs,

    barely clearing the noses of their horses. I forgot that I was making this
    strange exhibition of myself, in a strange place, and almost in strange
    company. So rapid was our motion, however, that the danger of being
    recognised was not very great; and there were so many to divide attention,
    that the act of folly would have been overlooked, but for a most untimely
    and unexpected accident. We had gone the entire length between the
    two churches with great success,--several steady, grave, and
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