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dollar each for an excellent dinner, with as 

 much brandy and butter-milk as we chose to 

 drink, and good feed for our horses. In the 

 afternoon we have the pleasure to be overtaken 

 by two ladies on horse-back, and have their 

 agreeabje company for a mile or two. On 

 their turning off from our road we were very 

 reluctantly obliged to refuse an obliging invita 

 tion to drink tea at their house, and myself the 

 more so, as one of the ladies informed me she 

 had married a Mr. Constantine, a gentleman 

 from my own native town of Bolton, in Lanca 

 shire. But, we had yet so far to go, and it 

 was getting dark. This most healthful mode 

 of travelling is universal in the Western States, 

 and it gives me great pleasure to see it; though, 

 perhaps, I have to thank the badness of the 

 roads as the cause. Arrive at Frankfort, ap 

 parently a thriving town, on the side of the 

 rough Kentucky river. The houses are built 

 chiefly of brick, and the streets, I understand, 

 paved with limestone. Limestone abounds in 

 this state, and yet the roads are not good, 

 though better than in Indiana and Ohio, for, 

 there, there are none. I wonder the govern 

 ments of these states do not set about making 

 good roads and bridges, and even canals. I 

 pledge myself to be able to shew them how the 

 money might be raised, and, moreover, to prove 



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