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sight of health and Comfort and above all of immortal souls. Grant that I and mine may use this world and not abuse it. -Leaving Hawkinsville at 4 o'clock, I arrived about dark at Mr. Dees' 13 miles from the former place, and 38 miles to-day. So I am one day nearer my place of destination, and thus daily approximating to my eternal rest.-Oh! that I may look to this with as much interest as to the period of my present journey:—At Dees' I got a pretty good Supper and a tolerable bed and should have done quite well but as I was on the eve of getting asleep the old man (who had been absent) returned home with a neighbor or two and his wife had then to prepare supper for them and they kept such noise that I almost wished they were where some person once wished me, at "Ballahack" —About 12 o'clock the friends departed, the old man went to bed and I to sleep. - Wednesday morning 19th intending to make a short ride to-day, I did not start until after usual breakfast time. For several days the weather has been quite warm, but yesterday turned somewhat Cooler, and this morning, Considerable frost was seen. I presume it is quite cold for the season in No. Ca. Even here, it is different from what I expected. The people all say it is the coldest and most backward Spring they have had for many years; perhaps, ever. From Dees' I rode through a poor, pine woods, but thinly settled and scarcely cultivated & 113 o'clock got to Berrien, where I stopped to get dinner.-Of all places which I have yet seen, this is the poorest apology for a village. Some five six log huts with one two story framed house for the tavern compose the Town! And the people and the accommodations are in perfect keeping with the place. I could scarcely get my horse fed, and about 1 o'clock was invited to partake of a family dinner. I went in and found some rice, some fryed middling, corn bread and Coffee fully equal to soot water.—But, I eat and only paid 75 C.—At 3 o'clock I turned my back upon Berrien and felt relieved when out of sight

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of the place.-Although I have already travelled a dreary road yet from what I have understood I have now to go over one double so. And subsequent experience has fully sustained the many representations I have had. I had rode about 8 miles without seeing a house or a human being (save the stage driver that had just passed me), scarcely a bird or a beast when looking ahead I saw three gentlemen aproaching on horse back. As they neared, one of them was James Baker, and soon after him came up his brother Simmons, Mr. Smith, Capt. Godwin and Mr. Dixon, all of Scotland Neck. the day, the road, the different circumstances had all conspired to render me very gloomy, and it was with feelings onl known to those in the same situation, that I saluted them. We paused and enjoyed half an hour's Conversation, at the expiration of which time we separated they going North, I South, tho' I brought a sigh on reflecting that their faces were homeward and mine from home, yet I rode with much more cheerfulness that afternoon, and about Sunset stopped at a Mr. Slades, the only house for the last 15 miles where a traveller could get a resting place 29 miles to day. here I done pretty well. My horse was well provided for, and I partook of a good supper. The most interesting object that I saw here was an infant about 6 mos. old, and his age and manner reminded me of my dear little babe that is far from his Father's arms.—But he is with an heavenly parent that Can render him more assistance than I could, and blessed be God! both are under the protecting care of a kind and heavenly Father.—Thursday 20th, I left Mr. Slades about 6 o'clock, and got to Mr. Parkers, distance 22 miles to dinner. -Eleven miles from Slades I passed Pindextor, that is, the place originally bearing that name, but I find it somewhat like “Dumplin Town," the name applied to an uncertain extent of County. I find many of the bridges on this part of the road have been swept away by the recent heavy rains, but their places have been supplied by temporary ones, so


that a traveller Can get along. At Parkers I found a dirty house, a poor dinner and no fodder for my horse. Parker is from No. Ca. and the first salutation his wife gave me on my riding up was "Where are you from?” “No. Ca.”. "What part?" "Halifax." "I was from Lenoir" said she "and I can find no one from there." She soon gave me her history and from it learned that she had been living here about 6 mos, her husbands uncle having resided here prior to that and dying left his estate to his nephew consisting of Land & some 60 Negroes. “Alas!” thought I, “how valueless is wealth to a vast portion of the human race.” Sometime after dinner I resumed my journey, glad to get from the hot and dirty house, and loquacious tongue of Mrs. Parker. About Sunset I reached the house of Mr. Nelloms, 13 miles from Parkers and making my days ride 35 miles. This is decidedly the poorest house which I have yet been in. My horse had enough to eat, but I could not go the supper set before me. After drinking a little Coffee I left the Table and set up till 10 o'clock not being very desirous of going to such a bed as I saw prepared for me. Dirty, and with scarcely any feathers in it with a parcel of rags stuffed under it for a Mattress I suppose.—The house had 3 doors, one of them open and the bed standing close to it. After hanging a ps of cloth before the door, I finally ventured to bed, but not to sleep. Soon the Chinches began their game upon me; so getting up, with my cloak made a pallet on a bench before the fire and laid there the balance of the night. Friday 21st. By break of day I bid adieu to Nelloms hoping that I may never have to stop there again, and would advise any man to ride 10 miles rather than do so. Twenty two miles from Nelloms I put up at Mr. Shores, a small double log house on the left. I soon found however that I was in a different house from the one I left in the morning. The floor was clean, the bed nice and well made up and indeed everything betokened a smart housewife. Mrs. Shores


appearance too told me my opinion was correct. Here I got a good dinner, well cookd; Set on a clean Table cloth and in order. Thus it is, in a traveller's life; sometimes pleasant, Sometimes the reverse. We must however take things as we find them and be satisfied. After dinner, I left here and travelling leisurely, intended getting to a Mrs. Williams', but on arriving there I was informed that she had neither Corn nor fodder, and so had to ride 3 miles farther to Mr. Belchers where I got to, after 8 o'clock having rode this day 40 miles. After having my horse taken care of I partook of a tolerable good supper, and very tired, went to bed where I slept to make up the deficiency of the preceding night. Saturday 22nd. Getting breakfast and my horse fed, at 7 o'clock I pursued my journey and riding nine miles Came to Bainbridge. This is a small but neat village, situated on the Flint River, and should not be surprised if it became a place of business at some future day. From Berrien to Bainbridge I travelled the "Aint river road”—but at the latter place left it.-In traveling the road I frequently Came in view of the River which is a fine bold stream and on which steam boats ply for some distance farther up.

For 125 miles the road is a good one, but oh! how dreary! here indeed had I time for reflection, not often disturbed by passengers or relieved by the appearance of dwellings. Among my reflections, I have compared my travel to the journeyings of the Children of Israel. From Egypt, (a goodly land) through the Wilderness to Canaan. I have left a goodly land, friends, home; I am travelling through a wilderness, but-shall I get to an earthly Canaan? ah! theres the rub. But in pursuit of it I travel on and if I fail, there is a heavenly one which I hope not to loose sight of. No blessed be God! often here do I find thy presence and even here dost thou Comfort me. But for this, and absence from home, separation from my dear wife, my child, my mother, my friends would be insupportable. With Thee however I Can travel on looking to heaven as my final resting place, where parting will be no more. From bainbridge I rode to Fair grove or "hackle trap"—and got my dinner, before getting there I wondered whether I should find this place having a correct name, but found it susceptible of being made a very pleasant place indeed.

[Here the journal stops abruptly; but a record of the farther journey is continued in the author's letters to his wife.]

(To be Continued.)

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