We have got 8-1/2 miles on our journey to day, & now it rains again-- If
I could describe to you our troubles from roads, waggoners & creeks, I
would,- but it is impossible-- The waggoners set out just before we did
& the bad one being foremost has taken all the pains in his power to
hinder our progress, by driving as slow as possible & stopping every
other moment- The road was too narrow to pass them, unless they would
turn out for us- all but one did, but he swore he would not- We came by
them as they stopp'd at noon, & put up to night at an inn on the
mountain, out of the direct road, where we should peaceably pass the
night- but the waggoners have follow'd us, & the house is full- They are
not in our room-- Our party now consists of M^{rs} Jackson's, M^r
Beach's & M^r W's familys-- The woman who is with M^r Beach, is such a
foolish old creature, that we are all out of patience with her----She is
aunt to them, I believe---- If I were to choose, I would never have
company on a long journey- such company at least- Our chairs here are
taken from us for the Waggoners---- Our road over the mountains, has not
even a good prospect to render it pleasant-- I have been repeating to
Susan all day, "Comfort damsel &c"- M^{rs} Jackson is scolding because
she has no chair to set on.- M^r W- tells her, "Fret not thyself because
of evil doers"---- There is another impassable creek a head, & a hundred
waggons waiting to cross it- Our prospect brightens fast-dont you think
so? good night--