CHAPTER XIV. CAMBRIA.
In June, 1854, my fanuly and I landed in Johnstown at about mne o'clock at mght. It was a dark and uninviting place. Looking down the Conemaugh in the direction of the works, the only Ught that could be seen was the reflec¬ tion from the coke ovens. We went to a hotel and spent an imeventful mght. The next mormng, wMle waiting for breakfast, I went out to see how the town looked in day¬ time, and I can truly say it was the most unattractive place I had ever been in. The streets were of clay, or rather of a dark loam, and orgamc matter; the sidewalks, with few ex¬ ceptions, were of boards or plank, and in a great part of the town were of the same material as the streets. Cows, hogs, and dogs, all ran at large; the dogs would get after the pigs, they would squeal, the cows would bawl, the dogs would bark, and fight. I should have been amused if I had not been there to stay. After I had been at Johnstown a short time I met Governor Porter, who told me that he had recently crossed the mountains in a stage, sittuig outside with the driver. He said, " In looking forward I saw a number of houses. I asked the driver what place we were coming to. He said it was Jolmstown. When we came near to it the driver said it was a darned shame to spoil such a nice piece of ground to bidld such a town on it."
I next went down to the coke plant, wMch was on a level with the turmel head of the fumace, some eighty feet above the vaUey in wMch the rolling mill and shops were located. After taking a bird's-eye view of the plant, I went to the