Edward Hallucks, on the Banks of the North
River, 160 miles N. E. of Philad. a
7th. day morn.g 6th. Mo. 3rd. 1796 My dear Friends,

We reached this Place last evening, and some of
us, being thoroughly tired of rising early and lying down late, are
glad to embrace the grateful intermission of first day, among
Friends, at the expense of to day: so we have put out our
Cloaths, to be washed' and are mostly employed, in the different
nooks and corners of an old fashioned house, in opening our
hearts to the tender Connections we have left behind us, the
more endeared by distance, difficulty, and solitude. The
particulars of our Journey are, so far, scarcely interesting
enough to bear recital: yet I should feel myself wanting to
the partiality of love and affection if I were to omit what
I know will be grateful to you, and so shall proceed from
stage to stage with all the regularities of a Journalist.
Having all collected at Caspar Haines

's by 3 o'clock,
we took leave of the Friends who accompanied us about 5,
and rode, mostly in the rain, over very muddy road, 10
miles to David Cummings's, on the old York Road, where
we were kindly entertained, two of our Company going to