Called up at half past twelve to join the stage, and dragged up and down
the streets collecting passengers at different inns. Forced to go by
another route than had been intended. The stage quite full and two with
the driver; one next me pushed me and said he did it more on account of
a lady near him: I said nothing, but pushed again; breakfast passed
rather sullenly; on returning and finding one of the passengers had
left, I said I hoped he found room without pushing; and told him in his
regard for the lady, he had not forgotten himself. After this we had a
good deal of pleasant conversation. A good deal of white marble cut into
slabs for gravestones. At Stockbridge a saw-mill; seven saws going at
once. Breakfasted at Seddon, paid 37-1/2 cents for some poor coffee and
tough chicken. Dined at Beckett, good pie and pudding with milk 37-1/2
cents. One sixth of the way passed in the dark, 1/6th hilly and sheep
land, with now and then a garden and better farms, 2/6ths mountainous
and forest, 2/6ths still nicer, farming, great neatness and still better
fencing. Passed a long bridge over the river Connecticut, and arrived at
Springfield at half past seven P.M.; though only stopping till three in
the morning I was shown into the best room I have been in in America.
Noticed a hawk flying with a snake in its beak. Went to bed at eight.
Paid only 62 cents for tea and a very good and spacious room.
SATURDAY, AUGUST 2ND.
Rose at seven and breakfasted on nothing good but eggs. Passed
manufactures of cotton and woollen. Arrived at Worcester at half past
one; the neatest town I have ever seen; every house appeared to be newly
painted white, and with very pretty gardens. The road afterwards hilly
with uneven places where the water gets off the road; the last twenty
miles more even; a good part of the way from Albany is stony, and hence
there are more walls; in many places the stones are too large to remove
and the smaller ones are piled upon them in heaps. I got up to sit with
the driver after breakfast, but was forced in by the sun; it became
cloudy, and I mounted again, and remained out till the last four miles
when it became much colder and was nearly dark. The two last stages, and
one yesterday were twenty miles. Both days have been highly favourable,
not meeting dust and what there was carried away by the wind. Arrived at
Boston half past eight; could not get tea at this great house--took milk
and bread.
SUNDAY, AUGUST 3RD.
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