and most expensive affair. Back, dinner & good bye to the kind
folks. Swan with me to the Depot, and at 1 50/60 I�m off for
Cincinatti. A pretty 115 miles did we pass through, though of
no great grandeur. But there were long slopes of rich woodland, great
fruitfull corn fields, little woods, and most beautiful streams. That
little Miami I shall recollect. Bright summer light and luxuriance
was everywhere, mighty trees with their shade athwart the river rippling
on in tranquill beauty, a world of green beauty, despite the dust
which blew fast & thick into the cars & over us, as we looked forth. By
5 1/2, having made but few stoppages we have arrived at the Queen
City of the West. Detached wooden buildings on a high bank, more
houses, common, squalid ones, thicker yet; glimpses on the left hand of
a muddy river with a crowd of houses on the other side; a muddy street
half hidden by pools of yellow water, pigs lying in it, or dashing off in un-
melodious screechings from the shriek of the locomotive, dutch beer-houses,
& then a big depot. Fifteen minutes waiting, carpet bag secured & I
march up into the town. At length the Main Street, & �Sun� Office.
But Roselle was away, sick. A young man, the City Editor, & reporter
vouchsafed to guide me to the first hotel of the place, and did so.
The Burnet House, a huge edifice, as large, or larger than the
Astor House. To a room apportioned me, washed &c, then supper.
Below looking at newspaper-files & about generally, all the evening, till
I retire to my room & scribble the last six pages. Reading Haunt home.
25. Sunday. Up-rising and breakfast, thence rambled forth into
the quiet streets and sunny morning. This Burnet House, (so called
after a wealthy and influencial Cincinattian;) is a large quadrangle, with
projecting wings in front; the middle fa�ade cupola surmounted. Its rooms