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and some were picked up in our seaports. He said
they had no more judgment in matters of farming, or
planting, than children; and that government was
adopting measures to get rid of them, and let those
have the land who may turn it to better account.
It is said to be the best land in the State. We laugh-
ed enough at his droll description of the French;
hardly sensible of the jolting and swiftness of the stage.
He had purchased a tremendous watermelon at Knox-
ville, and after we had done laughing he sat the melon
in the driver's water-bucket. It was so large that he
could only get a part of it endways into the bucket;
setting it therefore between his knees, he began to
slice it into pieces, which he distributed liberally be-
tween us and the driver, and commenced eating him-
self, and singing alternately. Somewhere on the
road, he had,inquired for melons; the man of whom
he had inquired, desired his daughter (a woman grown)
to go to such a place, and she would find one.
girl was not long in finding the melon, and in the ea-
gerness of her joy she exclaimed, before she was
near the house," Oh law, daddy, its a roarer."
roarer." The
humour of the thing struck him at the moment, and
he and my friend of Abington began to sing, "A
bucket full of watermelon, we're neither drunk nor
mad nor felon," and the chorus, "my daddy is a roar.
er O," as loud as a trumpet, the horses going almost
at full speed. I was really deafened with them, but
could not refrain from laughter to see the doors and
windows fly open, and crowded with amazed specta-
tors, while the dogs barked, and the stage flew on,
without giving them time to gratify curiosity. When
I remonstrated with them, the Alabamian said, "O,
never mind, it will be a new epoch; the people on
the road will say hereafter, "the year (or as the case
may be) after the roarers went along."

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Upon gaining Virginia, the country is principally settled with Germans and their descendants; therefore, as soon as you are in Washington county, Va. you have Dutch (as they are called) drivers, Dutch

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inns, and Dutch every thing. These mischievous
plagues still kept up the roaring, and our Dutch driver,
to whom this roaring was a new thing, would look
round, with evident signs of amazement. Sometimes
he would mutter to himself, sometimes go slow, and
then put his horses to their best speed, as if he would
outride the noise, or by that means bring about a ces-
sation. But all in vain-the faster he drove the loud-
er they sang, till their voices were exhausted. After
making inquiry where we were to sleep that night,
and the driver, pleased to find they were rational be-
ings, had satisfied them on that point, they agreed be-
tween themselves to rest until they came within hear-
ing of the house. Accordingly they raised the roar-
ing, and continued until the horses stopt at the gate.
Meanwhile some dozen Dutch men and women, the
brothers and sisters of the driver, with the father and
mother, attracted by the noise, were paraded in the
yard, with looks of terror and amazement; and the
moment the horses stopt, the old man accosts him-
"Vy Shake (Jake) vot sot ov beebles is you cot, is
it ta tifle, oder mat beebles ?" Jake muttered some-
thing, as I replied, "yes, we had one poor fellow,
whom we were taking on to the lunatic hospital." The
old man had just time to say "which is he," when see-
ing none but well-dressed, genteel looking people
jump out of the stage, his terror gave way to joy. The
next day I was rid of the roarers, as Mr. B. of Abing-
ton, arrived at his place of residence, and his friend,
of Alabama, wishing to rest, accepted an invitation
from him, to spend a day or two at Abington, I pursu-
ing my journey alone.

East Tennessee, resembles the western part of Virginia, being nothing but alternate mountains and rivers. We cross no mountain, however, but the Cumberland, our road following the Holston river, which appears and disappears at intervals. The land on those rivers, however, is fertile, and yields hemp, corn, tobacco, wheat, rye, oats, flax, sweet and Irish potatoes, fruit, such as apples, pears and peaches, all sorts

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of garden vegetables, particularly melons, that exceed those of any country I have seen, both in size and flavor. East Tennessee exports flour, indian corn, Irish potatoes, whiskey, bacon, cider, apples, ciderroyal, Tennessee-royal, hemp, tobacco, iron, beef, butter, cheese, beeswax, lard, .feathers, indian-meal, onions, and great quantities of plank, scantling, and other timber. These articles they exchange mostly for cotton, either in Alabama or New-Orleans, and this they again exchange for merchandise. The merchants have to waggon their goods from Philadelphia, as they cannot ascend the river, without great difficulty. We met a number of those waggons every day, ten and twelve teams together. They were so heavily laden, and the weather so warm, that they never travelled more than ten and twelve miles per day. The poor horses, I was sorry for them; the

'in, in many instances, being rubbed off with the gears. The road is wretchedly bad, too, particularly after you get in Virginia: and here the stage passes six times every week, carrying the U. S. Mail; that is, three go to Nashville, and three return in one week, and yet, no one repairs the road. I should think it nothing but right, and just, that government should improve this miserable road, or make a better.

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Notwithstanding the great advantages derived from increasing demand for its produce, East Tennessee is at a stand. In many places, improvement has ceased, the houses going to decay, and many of them tumbling down. Their little towns have a melancholy appearance, and evidently show that they are no longer the residence of industry or enterprise. Even in Knoxville, although some new buildings are erected, yet many others are mouldering into dust.

I passed the head of Holston, yesterday, after tracing it from the shoals, where it is three miles in width, to a small creek, and finally to its source, which is two small springs, one on each side of the road, in Washington County, Virginia. Tennessee

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river waters five States,* Virginia, North-Carolina,
Tennessee, Alabama, and Kentucky. A gentleman
related to me a singular anecdote of this river, which
I never heard or read of, until I went to Alabama.
One, upon whose veracity we may rely, says that
there is a place called the painted rock, which is not
far above (if 1 mistake not,) where it passes through
Cumberland mountain. This rock presents toward
the river, a perpendicular surface of great height from
the water's edge, with written characters in red paint,
equally distant, both from the top and the bottom, and
far beyond the reach of any person, either from above
or below, nor can they from the distance, ascertain in
what language the characters are written. This phe-
nomenon has given rise to various conjectures: some
imagine that a part of the rock has been broken off
by some shock of nature, upon which some adventur-
ous individual might have once stood and left this me-
mento of his temerity. Others think it has been done.
by means of a long pole. The Indians who live
near the place can give no account of it.

Newbern.-Here I turn to the left, my way to the Springs lying through Giles county, Va. And here too I had the pleasure of once more meeting my friend of Demopolis, and I hope it will not be the last. I shall never forget this agreeable and pleasant stranger.

Washington, Wythe, and Montgomery.--These counties of Virginia, meet the traveller in succession upon leaving the state of Tennessee. Industry marks the face of the country, and in many parts opulence and taste; great part of them, however, as before observed, are settled by Germans. In these three counties three things are peculiar to them, viz: more natural children and more fleas I'll venture to say, than can be found in any ten. The third peculiarity

* I might say six, as it touches Mississippi.

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is their "sweet melodious voices ;" their accent is distinguished by a sonorous, smooth-flowing sound, which is actually enchanting-it is music. They do not themselves appear conscious of this endowment of nature, which is free from affectation. I remarked this peculiarity in them when I formerly passed through this part of Virginia some years since; also in those who visit our country for the purpose of traffic. I have travelled through several of the states, and never witnessed any thing equal to this natural excellence. They likewise surpass in personal beauty; they are handsome fine looking men, very much in appearance like the Kentuckians, though they excel even these in expression of countenance. In addition to all this, they are a well informed, hospitable and polite people. But from these advantages we must except the poor ignorant Dutch, who, though industrious, and in many instances wealthy, are grossly ignorant, and immoral, particularly their feinales; it is among them that those natural children abound; to the advantages of the former, perhaps the misfortunes of the latter may be ascribed. whence come all the fleas? Heaven knows, for they torment me even while I am writing. But to return, I shall mention but one instance of this immorality, which may serve for the rest.

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As I drove through these counties to this place (Newbern,) my eye was attracted by a beautiful farm we had passed several handsome farms that day, but this exceeded them all in beauty and size. I inquired of a countryman, (who had taken a seat in the stage to ride a few miles) who owned that beautiful farm, he replied "a Dutchman by the name of Blessing," (I think.) "He must be wealthy," said I, how many slaves must he have to cultivate all this land?" What was my astonishment at hearing that the farm was cultivated by his daughters principally, and that he had no slaves. "And why don't some of you young men," said I, "beguile him of some of those fine girls; they must be worth having, they are a fortune

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