On the morning of the 23d I took the Stage and nothing occurred worth noting until we arrived at Baltimore excepting that it commenced raining. On entering the Hotel I found my old friend Dr. Ironside some time my tutor in the days of drudgery and dependence, but now in a much more agreeable relation to both concerned, that of a friendly acquaintance. He informed me that he was going on directly to New York, on public business, a circumstance which gratified me prodigiously as it made me sure of a companion all the way, and travelling alone being of all things the most decidedly dull thing, I joined company and we agreed not to part until we got safe to New York.1
Accordingly at five o’clock we rode down to the Steam Boat in a violent rain and started for Philadelphia. The day was very uncomfortable and I had forgotten to bring any thing like an outer garment or rather from an invincible dislike to trouble had determined not to load myself with one. The consequence was that during the night I suffered very much in the Stage. The arrangement of these Stages is horrible to a lover of comfort, but I passed it off as comfortably as I could.