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segars in their mouths ; a fine position for business ! 

 It puts my friend in mind of the Roman posture in 

 dininsf. 



524. Jithj Srd. — At Princeton all da}-. This is a 

 pretty considerable place ; very good as to buildings ; 

 but, is too much inland to be a town of any conse- 

 quence until the inhabitants do that at home •which 

 they employ merchants and foreign manufacturers to 

 do for them. Pay 1 dollar for a set of old shoes to my 

 horse, half the price of new ones. 



525. Juhj 4th. — Leave Princeton ; in the evening, 

 reach a place very appropriately called Mud-holes, 

 after riding 46 miles over lands in c;eneral very good 

 but very little cultivated, and that little very badly ; 

 the latter part of the journey in company with a 

 Mr. Jones Irom Kentucky. Xature is the agriculturist 

 here ; speculation instead of cultivation, is the order 

 of the day amongst men. We feel tlie ill effects of 

 this in the difficulty of getting oats for our horses. How- 

 ever, the evil is unavoidable, if it really can be called 

 an evil. As well might I grumble that farmers have 

 not taken possession as complain that men of capital 

 have. Labour is the thing wanted, but, to have that, 

 money must come first. This Mud-lioles Avas a sort 

 effort, not 4 years ago, for guarding against the In- 

 dians, who then committed great depredations, killing 

 whole families often, men, women and children. How^ 

 changeable are the affairs of this Morldl I have not 

 met with a single Indian in the whole course of my 

 route. 



526. Juli/ ^th. — Come to Judge Chambers's, a good 

 tavern ; 35 miles. On our way, pass French Lick, a 

 srtrong spring of water impregnated Avith salt and sul- 

 phur, and called Lick from its being resorted to by 

 cattle for the salt ; close by this spring is another still 

 larger, of fine clear lime-stone water, running fast 

 enough to turn a mill. Some of the trees near the 

 Judge's exhibit a curious spectacle ; a large piece of 

 wood appears totally dead, all the leaves brown and 

 the branches broken, from being roosted upon lately 

 by an enormous multitude of pigeons. A novel sight 

 for us, unaccustomed to the abundance of the back- 



