Passed a nicely situated little town called Rushott at five. Only two
passengers, therefore able to sleep pretty well. Arrived at Zanesville
half past six, the last stage beautifully macadamised. Sour bread and
poor coffee. Got them to allow my name to be entered for Wheeling as
paid for. Arrived at Cambridge at twelve. The driver managed the drag
chain by treading upon an iron lever. The last 20 miles very hilly. A
large waggon drawn by horses with sets of bells. After walking I found
the coach nearly filled so that I got on with the driver. Observed some
coal breaking out on the top of one of the high hills; this is generally
the case so that they tunnel out from the valleys and are not troubled
with water. Arrived at this side of the Ohio 1/4 past nine P.M., too
late to be ferried across, so that after taking the mail at Cincinnati
at one o'clock to arrive at Wheeling in 48 hours, here, after 56 hours
we are obliged to stop in a poor inn, and to take a bed with four others
in the same room. These are the miseries of travelling; delays upon the
road, especially being confined a day or two in some little
uninteresting spot--so far, however, I have been pretty fortunate, and
should not complain, but like all poor unreasonable mortals, the more we
have, the more we wish to have. The last stage or two very hilly,
covered as usual with forest. This I believe is the character of the
country on both sides of the Ohio.