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country was hilly, clayey and slippery ; Mr S. was cursing, Rose limped 

 like a lame duck, but Victor kept up like a veteran. 



Another day, kind Reader, and I shall for a while shut my journal. 

 The morning of the 21st was beautiful; we had slept comfortably at 

 SuGGs's, and we soon found ourselves on pleasant barrens, with an agree- 

 able road. Rose and S. were so nearly knocked up, that they proposed 

 to us to go on without them. We halted and talked a few minutes on 

 the subject, when our companions stated their resolution to proceed at a 

 slower pace. So we bade them adieu. I asked my son how he felt ; he 

 laughed and quickened his steps ; and in a short time our former asso- 

 ciates were left out of sight. In about two hours we were seated in the 

 Green River ferry-boat, with our legs hanging in the water. At Smith's 

 Ferry this stream looks like a deep lake ; and the thick cane on its banks, 

 the large overhanging wiUows, and its dark green waters, never fail to 

 form a fine picture, more especially in the calm of an autumnal evening, 

 Mr Smith gave us a good supper, sparkling cider, and a comfortable bed. 

 It was arranged that he should drive us to Louisville in his dearborne ; 

 and so here ended our walk of two hundred and fifty miles. Should you 

 wish to accompany us during the remainder of our journey, I have only 

 to refer you to the article " Hospitality in the Woods," which you wil 

 find in a former volume. 



