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We thought of pitching our tent at the forks of the river, since called Abbott's stand, but when we arrived there, to our great astonishment, we found it already occupied by a party of Indians with their dogs and guns, pappooses and ponies, strewn over the ground in every direction. As it was a beautiful moon-light evening we concluded to go as far as Squire Neal's, which was the first and only house at that time in Marengo. When we arrived there I thought it the most beautiful place I ever beheld. The moon shed her silvery light over a vast plain, covered with flowers tinged with every hue, with here and there a stately hickory extending its beautiful branches, as if to invite the weary traveler to rest in its luxuriant shade. A field of corn in front of the house, rustling its green foliage in the cool breeze of evening, rendered the scene still more delightful. The family treated us with as much hospitality as their circumstances would admit of. As there was no floor in the house we spread our bed-clothes on the sand to rest for the night, and cooked our breakfast next morning by the side of a log. We were now within two miles of our place of destination, and I was very anxious to see it. One or two hours' travel brought us to the spot we could call our home. Home it was, but our habitation was the sky above and the earth beneath, carpeted with nature's green, interspersed with beautiful flowers.
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