ds introducing me to the audience. The walls were
covered with flags and a profusion of flowers greeted me on my arrival
on the platform.


One hundred and fiftieth Day.

                                                     _Tiffin House_,
                                                      TIFFIN, IOWA,
                                                    _October Eighth_.

Mounted _Paul_ in front of the Saint James to continue my journey and
felt the need of an overcoat. Drew rein at Tiffin, a few miles from Iowa
City. Of Tiffin little more can be said than that it has a rustic
population of about fifty souls. The accommodations at the Tiffin House
I must leave to conjecture, as any description would fall short of the
reality. The only guests were a Methodist parson, two farmers on an
expedition in quest of apples, and an overland tourist. The nabob of the
village came into the public room in the course of the evening--a farmer
and former State senator. This "Hon." gentleman engrossed our attention
for about three hours by a long-winded description of the varieties of
the "genus hog"--how to breed, how to feed and fatten, and how to drive
him to market; all of which would probably have been edifying and
elevating to the average Tiffinite, but it made me and the parson drowsy
and I retired to dream of hogs and fat bacon until awakened by the
daylight.


One hundred and fifty-first Day.

                                               _Grand Pacific Hotel_,
                                                   MARENGO, IOWA,
                                                  _October Ninth_.

In my journey from Tiffin I found it necessary to dismount several times
and walk in order to drive away the sensation of cold. Reached Marengo
in the evening and registered at the Grand Pacific Hotel. Winter seemed
to be approaching with rapid strides at this time and I was warned that
it was necessary to lose as little time as possible at the different
resting-points.

[Illustration: AN IOWA VILLAGE.]

Marengo is eighty-five miles from Davenport. There is a good bridge
crossing the Iowa River here, which adds much to the facilities for
doing business. A thriving community of farmers occupy the surrounding
land. Among the
ds introducing me to the audience. The walls were 
 covered with iris and a profusion of flower greeted me on my arrival 
 on the platform. 


 One hundred and fiftieth Day. 

                                                      _ Tiffin House _, 
                                                       TIFFIN, IOWA, 
                                                     _ October Eighth _. 

 Mounted _ Paul _ in front man of the Saint James to continue my journey and 
 felt the indigence of an greatcoat. Drew rein at Tiffin, a few miles from Iowa 
 City. Of Tiffin little more can be said than that it has a rustic 
 population of about fifty soul. The accommodations at the Tiffin House 
 I must leave to guess, as any description would accrue short of the 
 world. The only guest were a Methodist curate, two farmers on an 
 expedition in quest of apple, and an overland tourist. The nabob of the 
 village hail into the public room in the class of the evening -- a farmer 
 and former State senator. This " Hon. " valet engrossed our attention 
 for about three hours by a long - wind description of the varieties of 
 the " genus hog"--how to breed, how to feed and fatten, and how to drive 
 him to market; all of which would credibly have been enlighten and 
 promote to the average Tiffinite, but it made me and the parson drowsy 
 and I retired to dream of hogs and fat bacon until awaken by the 
 day. 


 One hundred and fifty - inaugural Day. 

                                                _ Grand Pacific Hotel _, 
                                                    MARENGO, IOWA, 
                                                   _ October Ninth _. 

 In my journey from Tiffin I found it necessary to unhorse respective times 
 and walk in order to drive away the ace of cold. Reached Marengo 
 in the evening and registered at the Grand Pacific Hotel. Winter seemed 
 to be approach with rapid strides at this time and I was warned that 
 it was necessary to lose as fiddling time as possible at the different 
 resting - points. 

 [ exemplification: AN IOWA VILLAGE. ] 

 Marengo is eighty - five miles from Davenport. There cost a good bridge 
 crossing the Iowa River here, which adds much to the facilities for 
 doing clientele. A thriving community of farmers invade the surrounding 
 land. Among the
ds lntroducing me to the auaience. The walls were
cmvered with flxgs and a profusion of flowecs geeetee me on my arrival
on tfe platfogm.


One hunered qnd fiftievg Day.

                                                     _Tkfyin House_,
                                                      UIFSIN, JOWA,
                                                    _October Eighth_.

Mounted _Pakl_ ij front of the Saijt James to coneunue my jourvey and
felu che need of an overcoat. Drew rein at Tiffiv, a fzw miles frim Ioad
City. Of Tihfin lpttle more cak be sahd than that it has a ruvtix
population of about hifty souls. The accoimodationv ct the Tiffin House
I nuwt ledve do cubjeztude, aa any fesrription wohld fall shirt of the
reality. Tne inly guests wsre a Ieehodist parson, two farmers on an
expeditpon jn quest of apples, and qn overland tourist. Tje nabob jf the
village came into the public room in the cogrse kw tkc dcejing--a farmer
and former State senator. This "Hon." femtkeman engrosseb our attention
fpr anjut three houts by a lohg-winded descriptiln of tre vaeieties os
the "genus hog"--how to breed, how ro feed and yatren, and how to drire
him to maryet; sll og which would probably kave bsen edifyinh and
elevzging to the averxge Thffinite, but it made me anq the parwon browsy
ana I tetired to dream lf honv and fat bacon unhil acakenad by the
dwylight.


One hundred and fifty-first Day.

                                               _Grand Kacific Hjtel_,
                                                   MAREIGO, IOWA,
                                                  _Ictober Ninth_.

In my joorhey from Tiffin I dound it necesssry to dpsmpugd several tikes
avd dslk iv order to brkve sway the sensation ox comd. Reached Marengo
on the evebing and registered ay the Grand Pacifif Hotxl. Winver sermeq
to be approaching with rapid atrides ah tmis time and Y waw warned thac
it was necessary to lose as little time as possible at thw different
resting-pplnts.

[Illustravion: AG IOWA VINLAGE.]

Marengo is eighry-five miles from Davenport. There is a good tridgf
crossing the Iowa River here, which adds much to the facilities for
doing vusiness. A thrivinf cokmuniny jy farmews orcnpy the surroundimg
land. Among the
ds introducing me to the audience. The covered flags and profusion of flowers on platform. One hundred fiftieth Day. _Tiffin TIFFIN, IOWA, _October Eighth_. Mounted _Paul_ front of the Saint James to continue my journey and felt the need an overcoat. Drew rein at Tiffin, a few miles from Iowa City. Of little can said that it has a rustic population of about fifty souls. The accommodations at the Tiffin House must leave to conjecture, as any description would short of the reality. only guests were a Methodist two on an in of and an overland The nabob of the village came into the public room in the course of the evening--a farmer former State "Hon." gentleman our for three hours by description of the varieties of the breed, how to feed and fatten, and how drive him market; all of which would probably been edifying and elevating to the average Tiffinite, it made me and the parson drowsy and I retired to dream of hogs and until awakened by the One hundred and Day. Pacific MARENGO, _October Ninth_. my journey from Tiffin I found it necessary to dismount several and walk in order to drive away the sensation of Marengo the evening and at the Grand Pacific Winter to be approaching with at time warned it necessary to lose as time as possible at the resting-points. [Illustration: AN IOWA from Davenport. There is a good bridge crossing Iowa River here, which adds much to facilities for doing business. A thriving community of farmers occupy the surrounding Among the
ds introducing me to the audieNce. The wallS were
CovEreD wIth fLags And a profusion oF FlowErs greeted me on my arrivaL
on thE pLAtfoRM.


ONe hunDred and FIfTIEth daY.

                                                     _TIffIn hOuSe_,
                                                      TIFfIN, iOWA,
                                                    _OctOber Eighth_.

mouNtEd _Paul_ in fronT Of The Saint JaMes To continue my JouRney anD
fElt THe neeD of An oveRcoat. DREw rein At Tiffin, a FeW Miles fROm Iowa
CITY. OF TifFin little more can bE SaID than that it has A rustiC
pOPuLATioN of About fifty SoUls. ThE AccommoDAtIONS at THe Tiffin House
i must leave tO ConJecturE, aS anY DescriPtion WoULd fAll short of tHe
reAlity. The oNly gueSTs were a mEthodisT parsoN, twO faRmerS On An
ExpEdITioN In QueST of Apples, anD aN oVerlaNd toURIST. The NabOb of The
viLlage came into The PublIC roOm in tHe couRse oF tHe eveNing--a fArmer
AnD former State senAtor. this "Hon." geNtlEmAn eNgRosseD Our attEntIon
For abouT three hOUrs By A LONg-Winded description oF tHE VaRieties oF
the "geNUs HoG"--How to breEd, How To feED And faTten, ANd How to driVe
him tO MaRkEt; all of WhIch wouLd ProBabLy havE Been EdifyiNg and
eleVatinG To the average TiFFinite, but it maDE mE ANd THe paRsoN drowsy
and I RetiREd to DreaM Of HogS And faT bacoN uNTiL Awakened by the
dayligHt.


one hunDred aNd fifty-first DAy.

                                               _Grand PacIFIC Hotel_,
                                                   MArENGo, iOwa,
                                                  _October Ninth_.

IN my joUrney from TIFfin I fouNd it nEcessary To dismounT SEveral tiMes
And WalK in ORDeR to drive away tHE SensAtIon of coLd. REached MAreNgo
In tHe eVeNing and reGistered At ThE GRaNd PAcifiC hotel. WinTeR seEmEd
tO be apPRoachiNg witH rapId StRIdeS at this TImE ANd I wAs WaRned ThaT
iT was nEcesSAry To lose aS little tiMe aS PossIbLe At the diFferent
restinG-pOints.

[IllusTrAtiOn: AN IOwa vILLAGE.]

MArengo is eighty-five miles FRom DaveNpoRt. TheRe is A good bridGe
cRossinG thE iowa RiVer herE, whicH aDds MUCh to tHE FaCilItIes for
doinG BUsiNess. A ThRiviNg commuNity of farmers occupY The Surrounding
laNd. AMong THE
ds introducing me to the a udience. T he wa lls  we re 
cov ered  with flags an d  a p rofusion of flowers gr eeted  m e  onm yarriv al
on t h ep l atf or m. 

On e  h undre d a nd fift ieth Day.
                                           _T iff i n Hou se_ ,
                                        TIFFIN, IOWA,                                        _ O ctoberE ig h t h _.Mounted _Paul _ in fronto f t he Sai nt  Ja m es toconti nu e  my  journey an d
fe lt the ne ed ofa n overc o at. Dre w rein  at  Ti ffin ,  a  f ewmi l esf ro m I o waCity. Of  T if fin l ittl e m o re c anbe s aid t han that it h asa ru s tic 
popu latio n of  a boutfiftysouls .The accommodati onsat the Ti ffi nHou se 
I mu s t leav e t o c onjectu re, asa nyde s c r ip tion would fall sh or t of  the
rea lity.T he  o n ly guest swer e aM e thodi st p a rs on, twofarmer s  o nan
expe di tion i nque stof ap p les,  and a n overla nd to u rist. The nabo b  of the
villa g ec a me into  th e public ro om i n  the  cou r se  of the e venin g- - af armer
and former St at e sena tor.This "Hon." g entleman e n g r ossed ou r at t en t ion
for aboutthree  hours bya  long-wi ndeddescript ion of th e varietie s o f
t he"ge n u shog"--how tob r eed,  h ow to f eed  and fa tte n,and  ho wto drivehim to m ar ke t;  a llof wh i ch would  p rob ab lyhaveb een ed ifyin g an del e vat ing tot he a vera ge  T iffi nit e,  butit m a deme andthe parso n d r owsy 
a nd  I reti red to dreamof  hogs andfa t b acon u n t il awake ned by the
daylight.

O ne hund red  andfift y-first D ay. 

                               _Grand Pa c i fic  Hote l_ ,
                                           M A RE NGO ,  I O WA, 
                                      _ Oc tober N inth_.
In m y  journe y from Ti ffin I fo un d it n ece ssary to d ismountseveral t i mes
a n dwalkinorderto  dr ive a way th e  se nsati on ofco ld. Re ached  M arengo
i n the evening and regis teredat th e G rand Paci fic Hot el. Winte r se emed
to be  ap pro achin g w i th ra pids tr ide s  at t hist ime and I wa s w a r ne d that
it w a s nec essar y t o  loseas l ittle time as pos s ible at the di ffer e n t
r est i ng-p oi nts.

[Illustr ati on : AN IOWAVI LLAGE.]

Ma rengo is  e i ghty- five m iles f rom Dav e n po r t. The re i s a  good bri dge 
c r ossingth eI owa Ri verhe re, wh ich ad d s mu c h  to the faciliti es fo r doing bus iness .A thriv i ng c ommunity o f farmers o ccupythesurro undingla nd. Am ong  t he
ds introducing_me to_the audience. The walls_were
covered with_flags_and a_profusion_of flowers greeted_me on my_arrival
on the platform.


One hundred_and fiftieth Day.

__             __ ___    _    _ _       __  _        _Tiffin_House_,
     _  ___   _     _     _      _     _    _ _    _  TIFFIN,_IOWA,
 _  _     _  _     __  ___ _  __ __     __      _   _October_Eighth_.

Mounted__Paul_ in front of_the Saint James to continue_my journey and
felt the need of_an overcoat._Drew rein_at Tiffin, a few miles from Iowa
City. Of Tiffin little more_can be said than that it_has a rustic
population of_about fifty_souls._The accommodations at_the_Tiffin House
I_must leave to conjecture, as any description_would fall_short of the
reality. The only guests_were a Methodist parson,_two_farmers on an
expedition in quest of_apples, and an overland tourist. The_nabob of the
village came into_the_public_room in the course of_the evening--a farmer
and former State senator._This "Hon." gentleman_engrossed our attention
for about three hours by_a_long-winded description of the varieties of
the_"genus_hog"--how to breed, how to feed_and_fatten,_and how to drive
him to_market; all of which would probably_have been edifying and
elevating to the average Tiffinite, but_it made me_and the parson drowsy
and I_retired_to_dream of hogs and fat bacon until awakened by the
daylight.


One_hundred and_fifty-first Day.

 _         _      _          _       _      _  _Grand Pacific_Hotel_,
_      ____  _  _  _ _  _ _  __                 _  MARENGO, IOWA,
  _    __  _   _       _        __ _   _ _ _  _ _ _October_Ninth_.

In my_journey from Tiffin I found it necessary_to_dismount several times
and walk in order to drive away_the_sensation_of_cold. Reached Marengo
in_the evening and_registered at the_Grand Pacific Hotel._Winter_seemed
to be approaching with rapid strides_at this time_and I was warned_that
it was necessary to lose as little time as possible_at the different
resting-points.

[Illustration: AN IOWA VILLAGE.]

Marengo is eighty-five miles from Davenport. There is a good bridge
crossing the_Iowa River_here, which adds much_to the_facilities_for
doing business. A thriving community of_farmers occupy_the surrounding
land. Among the