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Such greeting as this, extended to me all along my 

 way, gives substantial proof of the universal kindness 

 with which I was received, and of the spontaneous hos- 

 pitality of the American citizen. 



®\\t tjuukcb anb S^tJentecutl) ClaiJ. 



Seymour House, 



DowAGiAC, Michigan, 



September Fifth. 



There was a large gathering in front of the Dun- 

 combe House in the morning when I mounted Paul 

 and faced westward, turning my back upon the hos- 

 pitable little village in which I had spent so many 

 pleasant days, and where I felt that I had indeed 

 made many friends. Mr. Rogers and a young man 

 of the place, whose name I am sorry to have forgotten, 

 escorted me out of town intending to ride with me to 

 Dowagiac, but an approaching rain-storm obliged 

 them to turn back. As I came in sight of the village 

 I noticed unmistakable signs of a stream which I dis- 

 covered was the Dowagiac River, a tributary of the 

 St. Joseph, entering it near Niles. It has been put to 

 good account by the millers, who have established 

 themselves here, and in its small way adds to the 

 blessings of the ^lichigan husbandmen on its shores. 



®ue iJunbreLi auii (PiciljteeutI) Oaj). 



Private House, 



NiLES, Michigan, 



September Sixth. 



The threatening storm which led my Decatur friends 

 to turn back on the previous afternoon, set in soon 



