Their visit to Bovina was not as pleasant as they had hoped, however:
From Delhi we wended our way into the town of Bovina, where some of the best butter in New York State is made. While riding along enjoying the scenery, pure air, and thinking of the many excellent features of Bovina that could be noted down in our diary, we unexpected ran into a toll-gate. On looking around we perceived a sign containing the rates of toll, and one sentence we shall never forget. It read as follows: "For every score of sheep or hogs, six cents." Upon asking the blue-eyed female attendant how much our assessment amounted to, we felt fairly enraged and insulted by receiving the answer, "Six Cents." We remonstrated at such treatment, telling her we were neither sheep, hogs, or a score of anything but a single genuine American printer, in search of cents - but not nonsense. Feeling as if we had passed through a very cents-itive ordeal, we concluded to get out of a town where people were classed as sheep and hogs.