into the woods � thick and wild enough they were, too.
Fire had been in them, and great, blackened tree trunks
lay in every sort of picturesque confusion. Fallen trees all cover-
ed with moss and decomposing into the rich black vegetable monte
from which they sprung, undergrowth, leaves above, around
and beneath you, a glory of autumn colors like that I once
saw in Kentucky woods around the Mammoth Cave. Here
we rambled, or conversed sitting on a fallen tree-trunk,
smoking delectably. This land George has some idea of buying.
It consists of over 100 acres, mostly cleared � he can get it for
�300. It�s owners are two brothers and a sister � half negro
half Indian. They must sell being in debt. Back to the house,
observing the black squirrels by the way. Dozing, loafing and
talking the rest of the day.
3. Sunday. A mornings walk with George, John Conworth
and Edwin. To John Tew�s or his brothers � I think the latter.
Eating apples, seeing pigs, hounds &c, loafing generally. The
country looks very lovely, this beautiful autumn weather.
Read �Paul Ferroll� in the afternoon. Talk and a pipe at
night. Paris is the nearest place where there�s a church. Only
William went to-day. The comet splendidly visible at night.
I saw it first at Rochester. A broad scimetar-like tail,
beautiful and awful to look upon.
4. Monday. To Paris in the wagon with George, John Conworth
and Martin. They expected some sort of political meeting was
to take place, an M.P. to address the Parisians, but it proved
that it wouldn�t come off till the evening. Strolled to the Post-
Office, where I got a letter from home and one which George had
sent to me, remitted from New York. Met a Mr Peter Gardi-