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changeable are the affairs of this world ! I have not met with a 

 single Indian in the whole course of my route. 



926. July 5th. Come to Judge Chambers s, a good tavern ; 

 35 miles. On our way, pass French Lick, a strong spring of 

 water impregnated with salt and sulphur, and called I.ick 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-woods ! 

 No tavern but this, nor house of any description, within many 

 miles. 



927. July 6th. Leave the Judge s, still in company with Mr. 

 Jones. Ride 25 miles to breakfast, not sooner finding feed for our 



horses ; this was at the dirty log- house of Mr. who 



has a large farm with a grist-mill on it, and keeps his yard and 

 stables ancle deep in mud and water. If this were not one of the 

 healthiest climates in the world, he and his family must have died 

 in all this filth. About 13 miles further, come to New Albany, 

 where we stop at Mr. Jenkins s, the best tavern we have found in 

 Indiana, that at Harmony excepted. 



928. July 7th. Resting at New Albany. We were amused by 

 hearing a Quaker-lady preach to the natives. Her first words 

 were &quot; all the nations of the earth are of one blood.&quot; &quot; So,&quot; said 

 I to myself, &quot; this question, which has so long perplexed philo- 

 &quot; sophers, divines and physicians, is now set at rest ! &quot; She 

 proceeded to vent her rage with great vehemence against hireling 

 priests and the trade of preaching in general, and closed with 

 dealing out large portions of brimstone to the drunkard and still 

 larger and hotter to those who give the bottle to drink. This 

 part of her discourse pleased me very much, and may be a saving 

 to me into the bargain ; for, the dread of everlasting roasting 

 added to my love of economy will (I think) prevent me making 

 my friends tipsy. A very efficacious sermon ! 



929. July 8th. Jenkins s is a good tavern, but it entertains at a 

 high price. Our bill was 6 dollars each for a day and two nights ; 

 a shameful charge. Leave New Albany, cross the Ohio, and pass 

 through Louisville in Kentucky again, on our way to Lexington, 

 the capital. Stop for the night at Mr. Netherton s, a good 

 tavern. The land hitherto is good, and the country altogether 

 healthy, if I may judge from the people, who appear more cheerful 

 and happy than in Indiana, always excepting Harmony. Our 

 landlord is the picture of health and strength : 6 feet 4 inches 

 high, weighs 300 Ibs., and not fat. 



930. July gth. Dine at Mr. Overton s tavern, on our way to 

 Frankfort ; pay half a dollar each for an excellent dinner, with as 



