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years before she had run away from her owner. She had also 

 concealed this fact from her lover, but at a time, probably, when 

 her affections were deeply engaged. On the other hand, we may 

 pity the husband who suddenly finds that he is disgraced by 

 having made an unlawful marriage, that his children are illegit 

 imate, and that the wife of his choice belongs to an inferior caste 

 }n society. This incident is important in many points of view, 

 and especially as proving to what an extent the amalgamation 

 of the two races would take place, if it were not checked by 

 artificial prejudices and the most jealous and severe enactments 

 of law. I found that many here believe and hope that the time 

 of emancipation is near at hand ; but I was sorry to discover that 

 the most sagacious seemed to think that the blacks in these mid 

 dle states will not be able to stand alone when no longer protected 

 by enjoying the monopoly of the labor market. 



April 7. Sailed in the Ben Franklin steamer from Louisville 

 to Cincinnati, a distance by the river of 130 miles. The scenery 

 much resembled that below the Falls ; the valley of the Ohio being 

 bounded by flat-topped hills, 200 or 300 feet high, formed of hor 

 izontal beds of sandstone or limestone, with steep slopes or cliffs 

 toward the river, and at the base of these a flat terrace of gravel 

 or loam on one or both sides of the Ohio, above high- water mark. 



We made twelve miles an hour against the stream, and if we 

 were descending, the captain says, we should go at the rate of 

 eighteen miles an hour. Among the passengers I saw a thin, 

 sallow-faced, anxious looking artisan, whom I mistook for a na 

 tive-born Yankee, holding forth to a small circle of idlers about 

 &quot; our revolution&quot; and &quot; our glorious victories over the British,&quot; 

 and calling upon all to prove themselves &quot;true Democrats.&quot; 

 Soon after we started I saw him take a dram, and then sitting 

 down to cards lose sixty dollars in half an hour. The officers 

 of the ship, observing this transaction, interfered, and put a stop 

 to the game, giving orders to the steward not to sell any more 

 brandy to this passenger. I afterward learnt that he was an 

 Englishman, a skillful, first-rate mechanic in the iron trade at 

 Pittsburg, who had come out from Liverpool about sixteen years 

 ago. After drinking and losing all his earnings at the gaming 



