place there is a cut road from Pittsburg

, but we
now enter the wilderness where a number of
marked trees were to be our guides.

Our journey this day was truly
wild and romantic, and a tedious day's ride;
sometimes we had a blind path and some-
times none; indeed our way for badness almost
surpasses description. To delineate the bushes,
logs, trees, stones, roots, and bogs through and
over which we passed would require great in-
genuity. The woods were very thick, with much
underbrush and a succession of logs to cross
some of which we jumped our horses over, and
others with difficulty we got round; in other
places we were in frequent danger of getting our
horses legs fast or broken in the cavities between
the rocks; and sometimes had to descend
banks almost perpendicular into swamps, in
which we found the roots of the firs and hemlocks
very troublesome travelling over. This stage called
twenty four miles, appeared to us very long taking
(12) twelve hours to get through, and for twenty miles
of the way there was not one house.

The rocks, stones, old logs and the whole
surface of the ground under the forest of
pine trees, were covered with moss, resem-
bling for thickness a fleece of wool.

Some of the large rocks more than