Taverns on turnpikes were healthful places.“One can pass without a jolt to the Rattlesnake Hotel on the very summit of the Allegheny Mountain, where the prospect is grand beyond any power to describe, and where one can have his horses treated with the purest water, and himself regaled with the choicest whiskey bitters.“From thence along the summit of the mountain to the neat, cleanly and comfortable cottage of Mr. Craddock, where he can breakfast on venison, pheasant and trout, and before meridian will be rolling at his ease into Philipsburg.”That was on the Bellefonte section of the clay turnpike to Erie.