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tion had been given lo man, how can I say?) sounds that 

 refused to be classified, (such were the possibilities of the 

 instrument, to say naught of the player,) all to the threat 

 delectation of several village lads and one of our drivers 

 who asserted that "he could sit all day and listen to that 

 music!" a statement 1 should have implicitly believed had 

 he added "if my pay goes on ;dl the same." Loomis 

 also, dcai 1 kind soul! who had listened through a crack 

 of the door, thereafter -enned to regard me as unfit for 

 treason, stratagems and spoil-, and had a tender, warm 

 place for me in his heart. 



"All aboard!" shouted the chief, and we were speedily on 

 our way. We drove on to Ohio, a mere bit of a town 

 made up principally of its ambitious name and a rjost office, 

 the la-t \\e were to see for a fortnight. The horses were 

 fed, while we wailed an unconscionably long time for 

 "George," our other guide, who had to be sent for in the 

 neighborhood. Our attention was engaged by a very novel 

 cemetery with unique epitaphs, a little country church 

 which we respectfully explored, diagnosing the meteoro- 

 logical conditions from certain ominous clouds assembling 

 for a carnival in the west, letter-writing at the one little 

 country store, sleeping on the "stoop" amid difficulties 

 contrived and executed by the wakeful members of the 

 party, various feats of strength and agility, and several 

 quarts of milk which we drank and called dinner. 



George having appeared, we proceeded on our way to 

 \\ ilkinson's, well in the woods, the "last house" of civil- 

 ization, thirty-six miles from Utica, arriving at 7 o'clock, 



