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Wed- morn- Last night Susan & I went to bed early, as we slept ill the night before- we expected to get good beds & were never so disappointed- We were put in an old garret that had holes in the roof big enough to crawl through- Our bed was on the floor, harder it appear'd to me, than boards could be- & dirty as possible- a dirty feather bed our only covering- After lying an hour or two, we complain'd to M^ Wolcott who applied to the landlady for a bedstead, but could only obtain leave for us to sleep on one bed with another over us- I slept wretchedly & feel very little like climbing a mountain--M^r & M^ W could not sleep at all & got up at about eleven oclock-- She had good beds in the house or I would not have complained so much--
This morning we cross'd the first mountain call'd first brother, & are in an inn between the first & second brother; the latter we are soon to ascend-The first m-n is 3-1/2 miles over,- better road than we expected- but bad enough to tire the horses almost to death- We met & were overtaken by a number of people-- We all walk'd the whole distance over- I did not stop at all to rest till I reach'd the top- I was then oblig'd to wait for some of them to overtake me, as I had outwalk'd them all. It is not a little fatiguing to walk up a long mountain I find--When we had nearly reach'd the foot of it, we heard some music in the valey below, & not one of us could imagine from what it proceeded; but soon found it was from the bells of a waggoner- He had twelve bells on the collars of his horses, & they made a great variety of sounds which were really musical at a distance-- We found at the tavern where we are now, or rather they came after us, a M^r Beach, & his wife who was confin'd nine days after she set out on her journey, with a little son-It is just a fortnight since she was confin'd, & this morning she ventur'd to set out on her journey again- They came from Morristown- N J- & are going to some part of the Ohio, much farther than we are going. M^ B- appears to be a very pretty woman & quite a lady- Her father & mother, a sister & 3 little children, set out with them, but were oblig'd to leave them & go on, as soon as M^ B was confin'd- I feel afraid she will catch her death, tho' every care is taken to render her journey safe & comfortable-- She & babe are both very well now--
Fannitsburg- Penn- M^cAllen's Inn-Wednesday night- Nov- 6^-
Thursday morn- We had a good nights rest, but I am so lame I can scarcely walk this morning- I have a mountain to walk over, notwithstanding-- M^r W's horses grow so dull that he expects to be oblig'd to put up for a few days, & we are all almost discouraged--The weather looks stormy & where we shall get to or what we shall do, I cannot imagine--The Jacksons enquire about the road & the mountains &c &c, of every one they see, & get such different & contradictory answers from each one, that it perplexes & discourages us all- I wish they would be contented to wait patiently till time & experience inform them what they cannot find out any other way- M^r W says I have now an oppor^ to experience the truth of a text of scripture which says "all men are liars"- I found that out long ago- & this journey confirms the truth of it.
Peach Orchard, P- Thursday night-Phelps' Tavern--
Friday night- It rain'd all day yesterday, & such a shocking place as this is, I never saw- A dozen Waggoners are here, some half drunk & no place for us to stay in but our waggons or a little chamber with 3 squares of glass in it- with scarcely room to sit or stand--
Sunday night.
About sunset, we left the baker's & came down to the Creek, but found it was impossible to get over the waggon, & the road was so intolerable between the place we had left & the creek, that we could not go back, & what to do, it took a long time to determine; but at length M^r W concluded we had better come over to a dirty tavern this side, & let Erastus sleep in the wagon-- The stream runs so fast, that we did not dare cross it alone, as there was nothing but a log to cross on; so the waggoners & our own party, were oblig'd to lead & pilot us, over the stream & thro' a most shocking place as I ever saw- The men were all very civil- they are waiting
this line is the shape of a Pensylvania waggon--
Nov^-12^ Monday night- Nail Shop-on the 4^ Mountain
Tuesday eve- Nov- 13^- 4 miles east of Bedford- Penn-
Wednesday night. A private house-10 miles w- of Bedford
Thursday night-- Allegany M^ Nov- 16-
Friday night- Allegany M^--
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