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side. He rose and asked what was wanted. " The way 

 to a better place, the road to Suggs's." " Follow the road, 

 and you '11 get to his house in about five miles ! " My 

 party were waiting for me, warming themselves by the 

 fires of the salt-kettles. The being I had seen was an over- 

 seer. By and by we crossed a creek; the country was 

 hilly, clayey, and slippery; Mr. S. was cursing, Rose 

 limped like a lame Duck, but Victor kept up like a 

 veteran. 



Another day, kind reader, and I shall for a while shut 

 my journal. The morning of the 21st was beautiful; we 

 had slept comfortably at Suggs's, and we soon found our- 

 selves on pleasant barrens, with an agreeable road. Rose 

 and S. were so nearly knocked up that they proposed to us 

 to go on without them. We halted and talked a few minutes 

 on the subject, when our companions stated their resolu- 

 tion to proceed at a slower pace. So we bade them 

 adieu. I asked my son how he felt; he laughed and 

 quickened his steps ; and in a short time our former as- 

 sociates were left out of sight. In about two hours we 

 were seated in the Green River Ferry-boat, with our legs 

 hanging in the water. At Smith's Ferry this stream looks 

 like a deep lake ; and the thick cane on its banks, the large 

 overhanging willows, and its dark, green waters, never fail 

 to form a fine picture, more especially in the calm of an 

 autumnal evening. Mr. Smith gave us a good supper, 

 sparkling cider, and a comfortable bed. It was arranged 

 that he should drive us to Louisville in his dearborn; and 

 so ended our walk of two hundred and fifty miles. Should 

 you wish to accompany us during the remainder of our 

 journey I have only to refer you to the article " Hospitality 

 in the Woods." 



