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At White's Tavern, seven miles from the river by 

 the road, we met a herd of black cattle + which had 

 come about 500 miles from the frontiers of North 

 Carolina, and was destined for Philadelphia. The 

 handlers do not always find their account in this long- 

 distance traffic. Shortly before, a herd had been driven 

 by this place which could be sold at Philadelphia for 

 only 9 Spanish dollars the head, 3-4 years old and 

 weighing some 500 pounds. Not only do the cattle 

 in so long a journey become thinner and worse-look- 

 ing, but the Pensylvania farmer squints at the busi- 

 ness because he himself raises enough cattle to over- 

 stock the market. But the people from the back parts 

 of Carolina and Virginia, having no large populous 

 towns near them, must make this long and tedious 

 journey if they are to get any use of their numerous 

 cattle. But situated as they are they themselves gain 

 next to nothing. 



Almost the entire family at White's Tavern + was 

 smitten with an intermittent fever. Nothing of this 

 sickness was known in this hitherto dry region until a 

 few years ago a mill and dam were established here. 

 Afterwards I heard the same complaint at many places 

 in the mountains and everywhere a similar reason was 

 given. 



The forests this side the river had a better look, al- 

 though still consisting largely of oak. We saw only 

 a few good houses along* the road from the river to 

 this place, and little cultivated land. Coming nearer 

 to Carlisle, after riding through so many miles of 

 woods, one is agreeably startled to find suddenly spread 

 before him a beautiful, open, high-lying plain, quite 

 without trees. In the eternal woods it is impossible to 



