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eloquence and truth, born of holy aspirations for freedom, are 
beaten by southern chivalry. (?) 0, how the boast of the South, 
their chivalry, their gallantry, has in these latter days proved 
itself only the shadow of a substance, the semblance of a 
reality ! 
At this Washington, where its log house, kept by Pennsylva¬ 
nians, bears the reputation of good meals, and quickly served, we 
stopped for dinner. The huge stone fire-place, the lounge covered 
with brocatelle, the damask curtains, the little fancy clock, and 
flower-vases, gave an air of comfort to the rude arrangements of a 
pioneer home. A Botany, Mrs. Lincoln’s Botany, bringing back 
our school-days and wild romps for flowers, lay open on the lounge, 
and told of a student here. To our question of who it might be, 
seeing only the proprietor and his wife, the mother, with a mother’s 
pride, said her son was studying at home ; that he missed much the 
schools of Pennsylvania, but was hoping that soon good schools 
would be established here. 
The afternoon’s ride was over a country of most enchanting 
loveliness. Timber was more abundant, not only marking the 
line of the creeks, but crowning the summit of many an elevation. 
As we rode through the woods, we saw little log cabins, with a 
clearing around them, and grounds fenced in. The creeks were 
all high from recent rains, but as we crossed several without diffi¬ 
culty, and when upon the further side of each one, safely over, I 
asked the doctor if there were any more, I grew almost impatient 
at the stereotyped answer, “ One or two,” and Mrs. S. laughed, 
and said, “ Why, what a timid little thing you are ! ” It was not 
fear of any personal danger which annoyed me, but the unpleas¬ 
antness of detention by the breaking of the carriage. The horses 
were very restive in going down the steep banks, and it would not 
be the most delightful thing in the world to find one’s self taking 
an unintentional plunge-bath in such muddy waters as the pouring 
rains of the last week had occasioned. 
But we had accomplished the journey to within three or four 
miles of Tecumseh without hindrance; and, as we approached 
another creek, which had precipitous banks, we found four heavily- 
loaded emigrant wagons, each drawn by five or six yoke of oxen, 
