ville

, and lodged at Caleb Bentley's-making
27 miles. The weather cold, with some snow.
Nothing remarkable occurred, except that, in
crossing a miry glade, my horse fell and threw
me; neither of us received a hurt.

2d mo. 24th.

Bade farewell to my relatives
and connexions at Brookeville

, and rode to Now-
land's Ferry-28 miles-a very muddy and cold
day. The high wind preventing us from cross-
ing the Potomac river, we rode to the house of
George Lepley, a neighboring farmer, where we
found good accommodations, and were kindly
entertained.

25th.

Crossed the Potomac early this morn-
ing, passed over the Catoctin mountain, taking
the village of Waterford

in our way; thence
through the gap of the Short Hill, over the Blue
Ridge to Warmsley's Ferry over the Shenandoah
river; thence across the Shenandoah to the
house of our friend, John McPherson, a dis-
tance of 29 miles. This day's journey has been
highly entertaining; mountain rising above
mountain, and farm above farm, till we reached
the summit of the Blue Ridge, from whence
a most extensive and beautiful prospect of the
country, both on the east and west side of the
mountain, was full in view. From the top of
this commanding eminence, we were the specta-
tors of a beautiful natural scene. A cloud, small
in its appearance, passing nearly upon a level
with our elevation, cast its shadow upon the