Albert Johnston, (the Jeweler's son, I am staying with in NY) is here too on a visit to the Burroughs's – & makes it still more agreeable –
    Yesterday we all (Mr B, Al & I) went out on a long drive – I tell you it is very different country here from out west, or down in Jersey – the old stone fences, two feet thick – the scenery –the splendid locust trees, often long rows of great big ones – the streams down the mountains, with waterfalls – "Black Creek" in the Catskills, in the distance – all did me good. It is lucky the roads are first rate (as they are here) for it is up or down hill or around something continually –
We pass's many tramps on the roads – one squat interested me – it was a family of five (or six) in a small flat rickety one-horse open wagon, with some poor household traps huddled together, some new baskets for sale (they were basket makers I suppose) & some three young children – the man driving, the woman by his side, thin & sickly, & a little babe wrapt in a bundle on her lap, its little feet & legs sticking out towards us as we went by –
    On our return at sundown a couple of hours afterwards, we met them again – they had hauled aide in a lonesome spot near the woods, evidently to camp for the night – the horse was took out & was grazing peacefully near by – the man was busy at the wagon, with his baskets & traps, & the boy of 11 or so had gather'd a lot of wood & was building a fire on the open ground –