corner-tavern

Updated: June 23, 2025

I turned back into Yonge street, where there would be a track broken, and kept on it until we reached the corner to turn westward. We halted an hour at the corner-tavern to feed and rest the horses, which could not have made the headway they were making had they not been a noble team, Allan's pride. The way, however, was not long to us, for we had much to talk about.

Gordon Sellar - The Narrative of Gordon Sellar Who Emigrated to Canada in 1825