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grow better acquainted under the process.  Mrs. Childs Miss Harris the four Pattersons and myself form the party.  Supper was ready for us when we came into the parlor again.  It was well [[done?]] & thoroughly enjoyed.  The pretty little Quaker bride was opposite to me and the groom "John" a merry black eyed little fellow proved to be very entertaining.  We took a walk after the meal.  The town is built on the side of a hill wh. is so steep at the back of the hotel that we had difficulty in mounting it.  We had a pretty view however when we reached the top of the town & the surrounding hills bathed in moonlight.  After a little social converse on our return we retired for the night.  One of the seven inmates of our room we found was to occupy a cot.  It was determined that whoever was destined to sleep
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in it was to write a poem entitled the Cotter's [[underline]]Tuesday night[[/underline]]
15th  Up early this morning for a walk before breakfast.  Went up the steep hill we mounted last night with the hope of seeing the famous Peaks of Otter.  Could not see them well but enjoyed the less pretentious hill lying before us very much.  Enjoyed our breakfast thoroughly.  Col. Patterson & his son were my companions at the table.  We leave the hotel immediately after breakfast.  I forgot to mention that during our morning walk we stopped at one of the tobacco markets attracted by a large wagon load of the article wh. had stopped to unload.  The market was only a large wooden shed in wh the tobacco had been stacked into heaps according to its quality the largest leaves together.  The plan has to be
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