LIFE OF WILSON. 
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March 23.— Packed up my things which I left in the care 
of a merchant here, to be sent on to Lexington; and having parted, 
with great regret, with my parakeet, to the gentlemen of the tavern, 
I bade adieu to Louisville, to which place I had four letters of 
recommendation, and was taught to expect much of every thing 
there ; but neither received one act of civility from those to whom 
I was recommended, one subscriber, nor one new bird; though I 
delivered my letters, ransacked the woods repeatedly, and visited 
all the characters likely to subscribe. Science or literature has not 
one friend in this place. Every one is so intent on making money 
that they can talk of nothing else ; and they absolutely devour 
their meals that they may return the sooner to their business. 
Their manners correspond with their features. 
Good country this for lazy fellows : they plant corn, turn 
their pigs into the woods, and in the autumn feed upon corn and 
pork— they lounge about the rest of the year. 
“ March 24.— Weather cool. Walked to Shelbyville to break- 
fast. Passed some miserable log-houses in the midst of rich fields. 
Called at a ’Squire C.’s, who was rolling logs. Sat down beside 
him, but was not invited in, though it was about noon. 
March 29*— Finding my baggage not likely to come on, I 
set out from Frankfort for Lexington. The woods swarm with 
pigs, squirrels and woodpeckers. Arrive exceedingly fatigued. 
Wherever you go you hear people talking of buying and 
selling land ; no readers, all traders. The Yankies, wherever you 
find them, are all traders. Found one here, a house carpenter, 
who came from Massachusetts, and brought some barrels of apples 
down the river from Pennsylvania to this town, where he employs 
the negro women to hawk them about the streets, at thirty-seven 
and a half cents per dozen. 
“ Restless, speculating set of mortals here, full of lawsuits, no 
great readers, even of politics or newspapers. 
