ignated only a good moral sermon.

Saw Mr. Hulme this evening.

MONDAY, JULY 7TH.

Perspired much in the night; got up and dried myself with a towel; not
much alarmed as my pulse strong and regular; perhaps it beats high in
the thought that I am now at the most distant point from home.

Mr. Hulme called upon me and walked towards the steam boats; presented
me with a chart of the Ohio. Called upon Joseph Monks, he sat with me on
the steamer, then left and sent me six bottles of cyder. I promised him
to write about their family. Left at 12 instead of 10. The table drawn
out in a curious manner, a snack consisting of tongue, ham, almonds and
raisins. Dined about half past one.

A long political debate in which a poor Jacksonian came off sadly
worsted; considerable commercial knowledge displayed, but evidently too
speculative a spirit, and consequently credit much thought of. At six
took some coffee of which I am never tired. So hot that I pulled off my
coat and handkerchief. The evening very pleasant--sparks from the
chimney enough to fire the boat, this nearly the case with the
_Mediterranean_ the large steamer I saw yesterday. A grand sky,
beautifully reflected on the Ohio; millions of sparks from the boilers
with flashes of lightning, afterwards almost one continued blaze with
much thunder.

TUESDAY, JULY 8TH.

Rose at four having rested tolerably only; felt a weakness in the small
of my back; breakfasted on coffee without milk, excepting a little given
me by one of the passengers. Paid for passage 4 dollars including lunch,
dinner, supper and breakfast. Found the sparks last night had burnt into
the deck. Agreed with a fellow to carry my portmanteau to the _Erin_,
another steamer for 25 cents, his own terms, but found it uncertain when
she was going, therefore ordered the baggage to the hotel on the brow.
The man wanted more but was silenced by the innkeeper who said it was
enough for all day. Arrived at Cincinnati at eight A.M.

1500 hams hung up in one room plastered over with lime. A large foundry,
8 oxen drawing one tree. At one the mail came up going to Wheeling. Paid
6 dollars to Columbus; nobody but a French woman and her child for ten
miles. Here at Reading whilst changing horses I got some most excellent
bread, butter and milk for which I paid 12-1/2 cents. This seems a
better conveyance than the old crazy steamer. Took a cup of buttermilk
for which they would not receive anything. A truly corduro