CHAP. XXXVII.] JOURNEY TO GREENSBURG. 301 



jects, while most of them were too gentlemanlike to 

 feel ashamed of &quot; the shop.&quot; But we had now been 

 living so many weeks in public with strangers, and 

 without opportunities of choosing our society, that 

 great was our delight to be able to hire at Pittsburg 

 a private carriage, and set out alone on an expedition 

 to Greensburg, 32 miles distant, where I had a point 

 of geological interest to investigate. As we were 

 leaving the hotel, a news-boy, finding I was supplied 

 with newspapers, offered to sell me a cheap American 

 reprint of the miscellaneous works of Lord Jeffrey, 

 assuring me that &quot; it contained all the best articles he 

 had written in the Edinburgh Review.&quot; 



To be once more climbing hills even of moderate 

 height, was an agreeable novelty after dwelling so 

 long on the flat plains of the Mississippi. We were 

 on the direct road, leading across the Alleghanies to 

 Harrisburg. The scenery often reminded us of Eng 

 land, for we were travelling on a macadamized road, 

 arid passing through turnpike gates, with meadows on 

 one side, and often on the other large fields of young 

 wheat, of an apple-green colour, on which a flock of 

 sheep, with their lambs, had been turned in to feed. 

 The absence of stumps of trees in the fields was 

 something new to us, as was the non-appearance for 

 a whole day of any representative of the negro race. 

 Here and there a snake-fence, and a tall strong 

 stubble of maize, presented a point of contrast with 

 an English landscape. In some of the water-meadows 

 the common English marigold (^Caltha palustris) was 

 in full flower. At one turn of the road, a party of 

 men on foot came in sight, each with his rifle, and 



