Nov^{br} 26- Saturday night- 3-1/2 miles beyond Pittsburg-

Just as we were getting into the waggon this morning, M^r W- found he

had left his great coat 4 miles back, & went back on foot after it,

while we proceeded to Pitts- which we reach'd about noon-- M^r W- came

about an hour after---- After getting well warm, Susan & I were going

out to view the town, when M^r W- came & hurried us away, as he wished

to cross the river before night- From the little we did see of the town,

I was extremely disappointed at its appearance- It is not one half as

large as I suppos'd- but I am unable to give you any account of it, from

my own observation-- It is situated at the confluence of the 2 rivers,

the Alleghany, & Monongahela- The town suffer'd very much by the flood-

One house floated down the river- its inhabitants were in the upper part

of it calling for assistance-none could be render'd & what became of

them I did not learn- I believe it is not known- It was late before we

could cross the river (Alleghany) & we came on but 3 miles & a half to

a very good tavern- The man & his wife are both good natur'd--We found

the road to day, better than for a long time-- We left almost all the

stones when we cross'd the last mountain- & to day I believe we have

cross'd the last hills of any consequence- We are now- "on the banks of

the pleasant Ohio"----

Sunday eve- It has been all day & still is, raining another flood I

fear- All the men in the neighborhood came here to keep the sabbath by

drinking whiskey &c &c- but no swearing-- I sat reading very quietly &

one of them came & desir'd to look over me- I very much doubted whether

he could read, but he convinc'd me he could by his observations, which

were given with such a tobacco breath as almost suffocated me- He was

not more than half shaved, & could read without spelling more than half

the words- for he would read a page & half in an hour, nearly-- There is

a sweet little boy here about 3 years old- He has been writing with me

some time & talks so much to me that I am as slow writing as this man

was reading-- This is the 6th sabbath since I left you-- We have lost

our company--I quite want to see some of them again--

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