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When a short distance beyond Halethorpe on Washington R'd
I passed a two-horsed vehicle advertising Dr Cary's remedies
which overtook me a short distance farther on.  The  driver 
drew up his horses and asked if I wanted to ride.  I told
him I didn't mind.  As I stepped up into the wagon, he
said, "I guess you are in the same kind of business that 
I am".  I told him what I was doing and we had quite
a pleasant ride into the city.  He was a Mr. Mitchell
and had been on the road for two weeks.  He told me of
the hard time to get sleeping quarters for the night.   Turned
away from one farmhouse he would start for another, only to
be turned away again.  This might be done a number of times.
Night approaching and no prospects of any place to turn in.
Once or twice he was obliged to sleep in his wagon.  He 
said our roads out of town were good roads, excellent
roads compared to many he had been obliged to travel on.
Last Sunday he had been at Gettysburg.  He was much pleased
with his stay there and was filled with the subject.  He 
said he <s>had</s> saw the mountain slopes on which the Union
soldier were encamped and the open plain over which the
        