Rejoice with me my dear Elizabeth, that we are at length over all the
mountains, so call'd-- I do not suppose we shall be much better off than
we were before, as it respects roads- for I had just as lieve go over a
mountain, as to go over the same distance of any part of the road we
have had this fortnight or three weeks- But it sounds well to say we are
over the mountains-- We cross'd Chesnut Ridge, the 7th & last M^{tn}
this afternoon- It is 5 miles over--12 miles we have come to day--
There is a pretty prospect of hills as you come down the M^{tn}- One
house on the top of it-- We have taken a great deal of pains to get rid
of company to day, by going forward & staying behind- but it is an
_unpossibility_ (M^r Newington) I am more out of patience than ever-- We
came on to the 4^{th} tavern after we got down,- because we thought
those behind us, would stop sooner- M^{rs} Jackson & her tribe were with
us-but we thought all the rest were out of the reach of us- This is a
little hut, one window in front- but it is neat & comfortable inside, &
we were all quietly seated round the fire, congratulating ourselves on
our escape, when in came the young doctor- I thought we should all
scream out- M^{rs} Jackson told him she thought we had lost him- he said
he lik'd not to have found us- I wish with all my heart, they had got
fast in the mud a little while. The rattlebrain'd fellow is not here, to
talk us to death-- He pass'd us on the road, singing & screaming,
advising us to go back & learn hog latin- alias German- or dutch-- We
are now 41 miles from Pitt----