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Dyckman Souse^ 



Paw Paw, Michigan, 



August Twenty -joixrth. 



Took the Michigan Central to Lawton, and chang- 

 ing cars there continued my journey to this place by 

 the Paw Paw Road. Thinking that it might facilitate 

 matters, I had my saddle padded here, and had a talk 

 with the saddler besides, as the delay was becoming 

 serious. At this crisis, if man and horse could have 

 set up a partnership, like the fabled Centaurs, how 

 we could have flown before the wind — or even out- 

 stripped the Michigan Central — as we galloped across 

 country towards the setting sun ! That old myth was 

 an inspiration. Was it invented by some fanciful 

 traveller-horseman hindered on his way to Rome or 

 Athens, by a saddler or a veterinary surgeon ? 



During my forced visit, the people of Paw Paw 

 were very kind, making the time pass agreeably and 

 giving me a pleasant recollection to take away. These 

 small social influences carried great weight with them, 

 and helped to bear out the universally acknowledged 

 fact that associations are all powerful. 



It is not strange that people, rather' than their abode 

 or works, strongly impress themselves, nor that, re- 

 alizing this, they should be cordial in their hos- 

 pitality. If, then, I praise the beauty or enterprise of 

 these American towns, I bear witness at the same time, 

 to the kindness and courtesy of their inhabitants. 

 Whether East or West, these qualities were everywhere 

 apparent, proving the universality of generous feeling. 



