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              guidance of his brother, equally stout & Philadelphia born.     A five
minutes walk to Livery Stable, then into vehicle, and off for the
city outskirts, and Railroad Funnelling.     A blazing hot day, and dust
flying.   Much talk of Cincinatti with its 15,000 population, its extensive
works, manufactories of agricultural instruments, hog exportations & a thousand
other modes of wealth, all where within the memory of man the hunter roam-
ed along the Ohio banks.       Arrived at the Deer Creek Valley.  Here
were hundreds of labourers, all busily plying spade, pick and wheel-bar-
row, in effecting the huge tunnel, which it is designed to cut through
a great hill, thus to allow eight of the Railroads to enter into Cincinatti.
Peculiarly located as it is, the city is surrounded by hills, therefore across
to its busy port is to be desired.  Tis a vast projet, one thousand
men are employed at it night and day, three shafts have been sunk,
and start Cornishmen at nigh 200 feet below the surface are ever delving,
and blasting a road for the Iron horse.        The plan involves levelling
surrounding hills, filling up valleys, improving the city & the entire
readjustment of the pla locality.      �Twill be done in two years from the
commencement, six months back.      A bustling, hot, amusing scene, in
dicative of much.        Descending a steep ladder we walked under the exca-
vation for a hundred yards or so.     All slaty marl formation, no springs
encountered, though the place was muddy & dank.      In the chaise again
and along pretty bits of country road, green hills partially overlooking the
city till at the entrance of a shaft 170 feet deep.          This we descend,
I wishing to go & Mr Goodin after some hesitation doing the like.    Accidents
having occurred by descent in baskets, we go down the ladders.   With
a candle, and my coat exchanged for one of the miners, down we
go, firmly grasping the ladder rounds.       At the space of 15 feet intervals
theres a wooden landing place.      Black as night it soon become, and
the muddy marl clogged our fingers, while dank water drippings fell               
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