Flint's Letters from America, 1818-1820Flint, James, active 19th century
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Flint's Letters from America, 1818-1820
Flint, James, active 19th century
Ohio River Valley -- Description and travel; United States -- Description and travel
by sailing an equal distance to Liverpool, along the coast of Britain.
We stopped at a tavern, four miles from Portsmouth, and had breakfast.
The landlord told us, that bears and wolves are still numerous in the
uncleared hills; that they devour many hogs and sheep; and that he
heard wolves howling within a few yards of his house, on the preceding
night. His sheep had run off, and he did not know in which direction to
search for them.
About nine miles from Portsmouth, the saline nature of a spring is
indicated by the ground being much trodden by the feet of cattle.
The water is slightly brackish, and is not worth the expense of
evaporation. Salt is manufactured, in considerable quantity, a few
miles to the eastward.
Salt springs are called _licks_, from cattle and deer resorting to them
to drink of the water, or to lick the concrete salt deposited on the
rocks or stones, by the evaporation of the atmosphere. Riflemen also
resort to the licks, in the night, to shoot the deer, which are so
numerous in this neighbourhood, that they are sold at a dollar each.
The lower and richer lands are all entered, (appropriated by
individuals,) but the higher and poorer, a considerable portion of
which is too steep for the plough, remains as public property in the
market. The time for cultivating them is not yet come. I must remark
that the hilly, or what is here called {93} broken land, has many
fertile spots, and that the comparative salubrity of such parts of the
country forms a very strong recommendation to them. Coal and limestone
are not known within eight or nine miles of this part of Scioto river.
We lodged at Piketon,[55] the head town of the new county Pike,
so called in memory of General Pike, who, to the character of the
enterprizing explorer of Mexico, added that of the brave soldier. Three
years ago there were five houses here, now there are about a hundred.
_November 19._ We could not procure a breakfast at a tavern where we
called, because the family had a sick child.
At the next tavern, breakfast was prepared for some labourers on the
farm; but there was not enough of bread baked, to admit of our taking
breakfast _along with them_. We were told that if we chose to wait for
two hours, we might eat.--We went onward.
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