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teen miles — in having a sandy road and no rain from 

 the time of setting out in the morning until ray ar- 

 lival here in the evening, but I was less favored 

 than usual in obtaining information. 



The Presidential campaign was now at white heat 

 and very little outside of polities was discussed. I found, 

 however, that the ideas of many of the farmers were 

 confused upon the issues. The three candidates in 

 the field made the canvass unusually exciting. Hayes 

 and Tilden were, of course, the central figures, but 

 Peter Cooper of New York had many staunch sup- 

 porters and a few enthusiasts rallied around Blaine, 

 Conkling and Morton. The proprietor of the Jewell 

 House — a Cooper man — was at this time much more 

 interested in the success of his favorite than in the re- 

 ceipts of his hotel, and his halls and parlors were the 

 rendezvous for men of all parties. 



®ne J5^t^^^^^»^ ^^^J^ Qltoentg-seconiJ Sag. 



Jewell House, 



Michigan City, Indiana, 



September Tenth. 



As it was Sunday and I had a desire to visit the 

 most imposing institution connected with Michigan 

 City — the Northern State Penitentiary, I decided to 

 make the two miles on foot, and be there for divine 

 service. I found everything admirably conducted, 

 and altliough such a place is not the most cheerful in 

 the world to be shown through, I was well satisfied 

 that I had gone, and was strongly im})ressed with the 

 effect of the stern hand of the law. In the afternoon 



