Called up at half past twelve to join the stage, and dragged up and down
the streets collecting passengers at different inns. Forced to go by
another route than had been intended. The stage quite full and two with
the driver; one next me pushed me and said he did it more on account of
a lady near him: I said nothing, but pushed again; breakfast passed
rather sullenly; on returning and finding one of the passengers had
left, I said I hoped he found room without pushing; and told him in his
regard for the lady, he had not forgotten himself. After this we had a
good deal of pleasant conversation. A good deal of white marble cut into
slabs for gravestones. At Stockbridge a saw-mill; seven saws going at
once. Breakfasted at Seddon, paid 37-1/2 cents for some poor coffee and
tough chicken. Dined at Beckett, good pie and pudding with milk 37-1/2
cents. One sixth of the way passed in the dark, 1/6th hilly and sheep
land, with now and then a garden and better farms, 2/6ths mountainous
and forest, 2/6ths still nicer, farming, great neatness and still better
fencing. Passed a long bridge over the river Connecticut, and arrived at
Springfield at half past seven P.M.; though only stopping till three in
the morning I was shown into the best room I have been in in America.
Noticed a hawk flying with a snake in its beak. Went to bed at eight.
Paid only 62 cents for tea and a very good and spacious room.