and finally, took him by the coat and gave him a pull when he sat down. Then after quite a time of silence, the spirit seemed to move everyone at the same time to break up, which they did. My friend afterwards explained to me that when any of their number would speak anything distasteful to others, they would set him down, and said he knew Mr. Hill's talk was unpleasant for me, hence he stopped him. On the return of Mr. Moberley, we settled with our Quaker friend and went to a hotel not far from Hoboken Ferry, and next day we went out to Newark, N. J. to close up some business, when I took my first ride on a railroad train. When we came back the next day, we went to "Booth and Foster," "Clothing Emporium," 27 Courtland street, New York, where I bought me a light drab beaver overcoat for $15, and thence to a hat store and bought a beaver or otter skin fur cap for $9. These were firstclass goods; my overcoat was good and nice enough to wear when I was married, more than two years afterwards, and the cap I have yet after more than fifty years.

We then tied up our saddles, bridles and blankets, and put them in a hemp linen sack, and shouldered them, together with our leather saddle-bags, in which we had our linen and inderwear, and went for the train to Philadelphia, on our way homeward bound. At Philadelphia, we had to wait some eight or ten hours for a train to Baltimore, and there a wait again before taking a train west, that only went to Cumberland, Md., where just at night we took a stage coach, over the mountains for Wheeling, Va., being a twenty-four hours journey, only stopping for meals. That night Mr. Moberley let fall out of the stage, his new beaver cap, for which he had paid $18, and as it was very dark could not find it easily, and the driver wouldn't wait. So we left him, expecting he would come on the next stage, twenty-four hours later. He said he soon found his cap and walked back a little ways to a tavern. There was some mishap to the next stage, so he got a conveyance for Pittsburg, and there took a steamboat for Wheeling, reaching there two days after I did. I had for companion in the stage a very pleasant elderly gentleman, who seemed to take quite an interest in the boy, and made it very enjoyable for me. When the stage stopped for breakfast and change of horses, while we were eating and not half through, the stage horn blowed, and thinking we might be left, I was for going out with only a half meal, though paying

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Thanks to Catherine Bradford for transcribing this page.