hops, at a pretty good jog, and the power-house,
where there is the biggest engine in the world--24,000 horse power.

Good land! and in Jonesville we consider 4 horses hitched to a load
_very_ powerful; but jest think of it, twenty-four thousand horses jest
hitched along in front of each other--why, they would reach from our
house clear to Zoar--the idee!

But Josiah's inward state grew worse and worse, and finally sez he, in
pitiful axents--

"Samantha, I am in a starvin' state," and Miss Plank looked quite bad.

So at their request we went a little further south to the White Horse
Inn.

This inn is a exact reproduction of the famous White Horse Inn in
England. Thinkin' so much of Dickens as I do (introduced to him by
Thomas Jefferson), it wuz a comfort to see over the mantlery-piece the
well-known form of "Sam Weller," the old maid, and others of Dickenses
characters, that seem jest as real to me as Thomas Jefferson, or Tirzah
Ann.

Over the main entrance is a statute of a white horse, lookin'
considerable like our old mair, only more high-headed.

The original inn had a open court, where stage-coaches drove in to
unload, and from which Mr. Pickwick and his faithful Sam Weller often
alighted.

But instead of using it for horses now, they use it for a smokin'-room
for men; they can't use it for both of 'em, for horses don't want to go
in there--horses don't smoke; tobacco makes 'em sick--sick as a snipe.

Man is the only animal, so fur as I know, who can have tobacco in any
shape put into his mouth without resentin' it, it is so nasty.

Wall, we got a good clean meal there at a reasonable price, though Miss
Plank thought there wuzn't enough emptin' in the bread, and the sponge
cake lacked sugar. But I think they know how to cook there--that inn is
the headquarters of the Pickwick Club. Lots of English folks go there,
as is nateral.

Wall, after we had a lunch and rested for a spell, Josiah proposed that
we should go and see the Transportation Buildin'.

Miss Plank had to leave us now to go home and see about her cookin'. And
we wended on alone.

On our way there we met Thomas J. and Maggie and Isabelle. They wuz jest
a-goin' to Machinery Hall. Maggie and Isabelle looked sweet as two
new-blown roses, and Thomas J. smart and handsome.

We stopped and visited quite a spell, real affectionate and agreeable.

Oh, what a interestin' couple our son and his wife are! and Isabelle is
a girl of a thousand.