Passed a very restless night in the coach. At Bainbridge made to wait
nearly an hour, then to collect 4 ladies and two men, so that the stage
was considered quite full. After breakfast paid 30 cents, also 75 cents
for Binghampton on my way to Montrose; could not have a seat by the
driver. Found a very intelligent American, he depicts divisions amongst
themselves chiefly caused by the ignorant and immoral, especially the
Irish; arrived at half past eleven. Paid a dollar to Montrose and set
off at once; the morning and scenery delightful, and the company made me
not think of sleeping. Left Binghampton at one. Crickets chirping almost
at the top of the Catskill Mountains. The vehicle from Binghampton a
clumsy concern, but as there was only a boy besides myself I had control
over it, as if it were my own though carrying the mail. I walked up the
steepest parts and now and then had a chat with the settlers. Partook of
some nice blackberries, got to Montrose at 8; very fair travelling
considering the mountainous paths we had come over. Find Pike 20 miles
off and no stage till the day after to-morrow, so that I might as well
have remained at Binghampton another day, but unless there be something
interesting, I always find myself most happy when on the wing bringing
me nearer home; got tea, and to bed at half past eight, in hopes of
getting up the rest I had lost the two and may be the three last nights.
Put away the wool from my sore.