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my devious route from Boston to Athens. Here I
passed by rail-road to Fall River Here I crossed the
Sound on a stormy night, and landing in New York, —
threaded the crowded streets of that modern Babel till
my feet ached, and my heart too. Here I was whirled
through the interminable peach-orchards of New Jersey;—
lingering a day on two in Philadelphia - the beautiful
city, I submitted again to the destiny which over-ruled
my will and was dragged at the heels of the Iron Horse
through the fine farm-lands of eastern Pennsylvania. Now
the line of my route follows thebroad, rapid Sus-
quehannah and the blue, winding Jumati, among
fine wooded hills and grand old mountains to the
source of the latter among the famed Alleghenies.
Here it crosses the mountains and pushes on down the
Alleghany river, to where, beneath the smoke-clouds
which ever hang over the Iron City, it is married to the more majestic Monongahela and the two become
one in the broad Ohio. I remained a week amid
the dusky piles of brick which, with their thronging
and busy population, farm the great, black city of Pitts-
burg. Here I found some good friends, among the dis-
ciples of that French visionary Fourier. I now trace
the red line of my route down the Ohio to Wheling,
thence by the National Road to Zanesville in the
interior of Ohio. Here I remained several months.

A few miles above Zanesville, in the
Valley of the Muskingum, I visited what was once

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