One bright cool morning in the autumn of 183-, a country market-wagon, which also performed the office of the stage-coach for those whose means or dispositions were humble enough to be satisfied with its rude accommodations, was standing, with the horse harnessed before it, in front of a village inn, on the Long Island turnpike. As the geography of the reader may be at fault to tell the exact whereabouts of this locality, I may as well say, that Long Island is a part of the State of New York, and stretches out into the Atlantic, just southeastward of the city which is the great emporium of our western world. The most eastern county of the island has many pretty towns and hamlets; the soil is fertile, and the people, though not refined or versed in city life, are very intelligent and hospitable. It was in that eastern county, on the side nearest the sea, that the road ran on which the market-wagon just mentioned was going to traverse. The driver was in the bar-room, taking a glass of liquor.
( Franklin Evans 5 )
In this paragraph Whitman briefly mentiones the location, the place he was born. He details out that people, who lives in long island sincere and friendly. While the location is being explained we picture the stage wagons, the ones that horses pull in cowboy movies, front of a bar and the driver having a drink in the bar.Since the Franklin Evan’s basic concept is about alcohol consuming.