LANCASTER, O., Sept.
7, 1860.
DEAR BOYD: I am
still here, but already a little tired at "nothing to do” and therefore
for want of better employment I begin to imagine all sorts of troubles to be
encountered and overcome the coming year. I will endeavor to meet the books and
clothing in New Orleans, and if the river be navigable, all right; if not, I
will bring them up to Snaggy Point, or even the mouth, and then arrange to haul.
The bedding will be bulky, books heavy, and clothing so so, and if all reach
New Orleans when I calculate we can make good load.
The regulations are
in the hands of the publishers in Cincinnati and instead of pitching in, they,
of course, write back for some minor instructions about eight dollars and
twelve dollars. The result will be I must go down and stay there during the
printing.
I have heard a good
deal of political speaking, and the conclusion at which I have arrived is that
whoever is elected will be installed and forthwith will be renewed the war of
secession. The nigger is a blind, and though all the politicians pretend to
believe in a crisis, they know it is all humbug.
I was over yesterday
to see Blondin walk his rope in a neighboring village. There was an immense
crowd and Blondin walked his rope, eight hundred feet from steeple to
steeple, right over the housetops and streets.
At Cincinnati or
Orleans I will try and get a successor to Frank but I suppose we had best train
some darkey, because boys are restless and overestimate their importance. I
could get a host of them here, but if accident befall them as was the case with
some I took to New Orleans in 1853, the parents (would) have a feeling against
me.
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