| p. the Domain of the Muskingum Valley Phalanx (I
believe that was the name). It is one of the most
beautiful and fertile spots in Ohio. Fields of corn
were then growing there that would yield a hundred
bushels per acre! A long row of log cabins and the
uncovered frame of a long building, which was to be the
"Phalanstery," are the only material monuments that re-
main to mark the spot. But the place is called
the "Fourier Farm" and it will bear that name till
a time when it will no longer be coupled with sneers.
I soon grew sick of the land of hogs and Buckeys.
The people of Ohio have eaten pork till there is now
little difference between the eater and the eaten! "No
one ever got very near heaven in Ohio", said one in
reference to the low, flat character of the country. I
fear it is equally true in a moral sense.
Having determined to leave Ohio and the West,
I turned my eyes southward. My friend McC— ("one
of us,") who was with me in Zanesville, and who was
equally disgusted with Western Civilization, proposed
that we equip ourselves a la Rayard Taylor, and travel
"with knapsack and stuff" from the banks of the
Muskingum, in the interior of Ohio, to the southern
slopes of the Blue Ridge, in Georgia, or to such point
beyond as we might afterwards determine upon. I assent-
ed to the proposition. We thought there would be
a deal of romance and poetry in such a journey, | p. the Domain of the Muskingum Valley Phalanx (I
believe that was the name). It is one of the most
beautiful and fertile spots in Ohio. Fields of corn
were then growing there that would yield a hundred
bushels per acre! A long row of log cabins and the
uncovered frame of a long building, which was to be the
"Phalanstery," are the only material monuments that re-
main to mark the spot. But the place is called
the "Fourier Farm" and it will bear that name till
a time when it will no longer be coupled with sneers.
I soon grew sick of the land of hogs and Buckeys.
The people of Ohio have eaten pork till there is now
little difference between the eater and the eaten! "No
one ever got very near heaven in Ohio", said one in
reference to the low, flat character of the country. I
fear it is equally true in a moral sense.
Having determined to leave Ohio and the West,
I turned my eyes southward. My friend McC— ("one
of us,") who was with me in Janesville, and who was
equally disgusted with Western Civilization, proposed
that we equip ourselves a la Rayard Taylor, and travel
"with knapsack and stuff" from the banks of the
Muskingum, in the interior of Ohio, to the southern
slopes of the Blue Ridge, in Georgia, or to such point
beyond as we might afterwards determine upon. I assent-
ed to the proposition. We thought there would be
a deal of romance and poetry in such a journey, |
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