Perspired much in the night; got up and dried myself with a towel; not
much alarmed as my pulse strong and regular; perhaps it beats high in
the thought that I am now at the most distant point from home.
Mr. Hulme called upon me and walked towards the steam boats; presented
me with a chart of the Ohio. Called upon Joseph Monks, he sat with me on
the steamer, then left and sent me six bottles of cyder. I promised him
to write about their family. Left at 12 instead of 10. The table drawn
out in a curious manner, a snack consisting of tongue, ham, almonds and
raisins. Dined about half past one.
A long political debate in which a poor Jacksonian came off sadly
worsted; considerable commercial knowledge displayed, but evidently too
speculative a spirit, and consequently credit much thought of. At six
took some coffee of which I am never tired. So hot that I pulled off my
coat and handkerchief. The evening very pleasant--sparks from the
chimney enough to fire the boat, this nearly the case with the
_Mediterranean_ the large steamer I saw yesterday. A grand sky,
beautifully reflected on the Ohio; millions of sparks from the boilers
with flashes of lightning, afterwards almost one continued blaze with
much thunder.