about nine in the morning
Dirck and myself wore our ordinary snuff-coloured coats , under our furs ; but Jason threw aside all the overcoats , when we came near Albany , in order to enter the place in his best . Fortunately for him , the day was mild , and there was a bright sun to send its warm rays through the pea-green covering , to keep his blood from chilling . As for Mr. Worden , he wore a cloak of black cloth , laying aside all the furs , but a tippet and muff , both of which he used habitually in cold weather . In this guise , then , we left the tavern , about nine in the morning , expecting to reach the banks of the river about ten . Nor were we disappointed ; the roads being excellent , a light fall of snow having occurred in the night , to freshen the track . It was an interesting moment to us all , when the spires and roofs of that ancient town , Albany , first appeared in view ! We had journeyed from near the southern boundary of the colony , to a place that stood at no great distance from its frontier settlements on the north .