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              over half a mile�s dark tramping, through the slumbering city, over the bridge,
into Fulton.       More waiting at depot, by gas light till the cars arriving
some thirty folk enter, and off speeds the Lightning Express train.       A
small drizzle of rain increases; and great pools of water spread on either
side by the un-picturesque utiliatarian outskirts of Cincinatti.      Wet every
where, and when the bleak, bare country is reached dull clouds of mist
brooding over the sodden soil, tree stumps in melancholy water pools, and
no corner of blue above auguring better weather.   But few stoppages were made
and those of the briefest; at 1 we reached Columbus.   There, changing
cars, onwards again, (not without a kindly thought of Swan and the good
folks abiding there.)    The rain ceases.      A train of cars branches off
for Pittsburgh.    Eight miles past that junction twenty minutes half for
dinner.  Onwards, through the dull day, sometimes refreshing myself by
a glance at the �Cincinatti Sun�,   (Roselle�s paper,) a copy of which I
bought.        Cleveland by 5.    Hurry, noise and confusion of baggage and
owners, consequent on another change of cars.       It being effected, a very
lengthy train starts eastwards coasting the Lake Erie shore.   Fast we
speed now, through the damp black night, with but three halting places in
the next seventy and odd miles.     Erie is reached, and we change cars
again.    Any amount of railroad trains, mountains of baggage, distracted pas-
sengers, no guidance or intimation as to where they should go.     A hotel
with deafening bell clamor, and a supper room besieged by thrice the amount
of persons necessary to fill it.      The new train similarly mobbed.   Having seen
about pass, rescued baggage from a lonely truck, got it checked to Dunkirk,
I got a place in car.    With a young Dutchman who guided me to a little shop
where I purchased half a chicken and buisc biscuits, and had an impromptu
repast in the cars, which were soon in motion.    Every available inch both of
standing and sitting room occupied, a dense mob, some of the rougher sort.
On for an half-hour, then, reaching the boundary line of the state, another               
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