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them Alexander Wilsey, who before the war had been 

 a scholar of mine back in Schodack, New York. 



Meeting him was only one of many similar ex- 

 periences, for here and there along my route I found 

 old acquaintances, whose faces I had never expected to 

 see again. 



After a ride of six hours, I rode into Black River 

 and found it quite an enterprising village, but hardly 

 suggesting its old position as the principal port in the 

 county. 



Huron House, 

 Huron, Ohio, 

 July Twelfth. 



Left the aspiring village of Black River or " Lor- 

 raine," as the inhabitants are disposed to call it, at 

 nine o^clock, stopping at the Lake House, Vermillion, 

 for dinner. The scenery is very attractive along the 

 Lake Shore Road between Black River and Huron, 

 and I followed it all day and for two or three hours 

 after nightfall, covering a distance of twenty miles. 

 My sense of the beautiful was somewhat dimmed, 

 however, by the cloud of mosquitoes which beset my 

 path, and which were hardly persuaded to part com- 

 pany at the hotel. There were nearly seven hundred 

 people in Huron, and I must confess that upon enter- 

 ing; the slumbering vlllao^e I beij-an to be 2;eiierous in 

 the hope that my attentive little tormentors would 

 adopt the princii)le of equal distribution among the 

 inhabitants. But for the rapacious mosquito the course 

 of the traveller by night upon these highways is serene 

 and uneventful, for, of all the hordes of wolves, wild- 

 cats, buffaloes and panthers that made their homes 



