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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 

 bein roosted upon lately by an enormous mul 

 titude of pigeons. A novel sight for us, unac 

 customed to the abundance of the back-woods! 

 No tavern but this, nor house of any descrip 

 tion, 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 hor 

 ses ; 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 

 " all the nations of the earth are of one blood" 

 " So," said I to myself, " this question, which 



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