This brief halt in the march forward was very agreeable, for it gave me an opportunity to try my own powers of locomotion, so little used since leaving Boston. It was a real luxury to stroll about the quiet lanes, and scan the outlying fields from the standpoint of a modest pedestrian. In the course of my rambles I came across some photographers from Auburn who had been taking views of the scenery about here. Some of their pictures were excellent. Twenty-eighth Day. _Montezuma Hotel_, MONTEZUMA, NEW YORK, _June Fifth_. The Auburn photographers whom I saw yesterday met me as I was riding out of Jordan, and proposed photographing myself and _Paul_. Some time was passed and several ruses resorted to in attempting to quiet the restless animal, but he skilfully avoided the camera. At last some men who happened to be near offered their assistance, and attempted to attract the attention of the horse from a distance, by jumping up and down in a neighboring field. _Paul_ threw his head forward, quietly and curiously watching their manoeuvers. He was evidently amused, but there was no spirit to the picture. Unfortunately the "spirited" part of the scene was out of range. This delay for vanity's sake prevented us from getting farther than Weedsport by noon, where a brief halt was made for dinner. I was met here by W. H. Ransom and the proprietor of the Howard House of Port Byron, who came over to Weedsport and escorted me to their village, where I had tea and was very courteously entertained for a few hours. On leaving Port Byron, these gentlemen rode forward with me towards Montezuma Swamp, which lies between the two towns. Here we parted company, there being no reason why they should "run the gauntlet" with me. I had heard wonderful tales of the dreaded monsters of this swamp, who were reputed to be the very worst mosquitoes on record, not excepting their famous kinsmen of the Hackensack Flats, New Jersey. Unable to bear patiently the torture of my assailants who were swarming around me by thousands, I put spurs to _Paul_, and went through at a gallop; but notwithstanding this attempt to put the enemy to rout, superior numbers gave them the advantage and their victim came out covered with scars. When Montezuma was reached we were glad to rest, for our late adventure had quite exhausted both horse and rider. [Illustration: AN OLD LANDMARK.] Twenty-ninth Day. _Newark House_, NEWARK, NEW YORK, _June Sixth_.