One of our horses having been exchanged here, on his way from New Haven to Boston, we again took charge of him, and, everything being in readiness, at seven o’clock in the evening Mr. Weston left the hotel, accompanied by a large escort of the villagers, headed by the same drummers who had previously escorted him into the town. After proceeding about half a mile, the escort stopped and, giving him three hearty cheers, they returned homeward, and Mr. Weston struck out for Worcester. He proceeded about three miles, when he came up to a carriage containing two ladies and a gentleman. The latter informed Mr. W. that the ladies had rode ten miles on purpose to shake hands with him. He thanked them for their attention and, after a few minutes’ conversation, bade them good-night and passed on.

Notwithstanding the snow and ice, and the consequent bad condition of the roads, Mr. Weston continued to walk at a brisk pace, and appeared to improve more and more with each mile. Just after passing the town of Westboro, we heard him laughing, and upon inquiring the reason of his mirth he said that a verdant youth who had left him but a few moments previous had been urging upon him the necessity of his reaching Washington “on time,” and he, the aforesaid youth, had bet $20.

He traveled on very fast, occasionally stopping for a bowl of milk or a glass of water, and would frequently inquire the time. He seemed very anxious to reach Worcester “on time,” and he did so, but was maliciously detained there two hours.

Although when he entered the city, two hours previous, he was exceedingly hungry, and had not partaken of any thing since his arrival, yet when he went to the table he could not eat, and behaved more like a madman than any thing else.

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 23D.

After remaining at a friend’s house about an hour, at 3 1/4 a.m., he prepared to leave, notwithstanding his friends and companions urged him to lie down and rest himself.

The detention at Worcester surprised us all and came very near using the “pedestrian” up. He seemed to loose [sic] all control over himself, and did not (as he afterwards said), know what he was doing. No person who sat with him at the time believed he would be able to hold out long enough to travel six miles.

But he insisted upon starting, and did. He had proceeded about a mile from Worcester when he complained of a strange sensation, and said he could not keep his eyes open. He could hardly stand on his feet, and the snow being over a foot deep he fell down several times. Once he gave the order to his companions to turn about and carry him back to Worcester; but in a moment he changed his mind, and said “he would not go back.” He seemed to think that if he went back

at all it would be a failure, and if he went ahead it would kill him, yet said that he would sooner die on the road than back down. No one can imagine what a tedious walk it was to Leicester, (only six miles) through snow nearly two feet deep. Mr. Weston almost crept along, stopping to lie down on the snow or on a fence every five minutes during the whole walk. Neither of his companions thought he would be able to go farther than Leicester, but when within two miles of the village he was taken with a severe bleeding at the nose, which seemed to relieve him greatly, and waken him up. He arrived at Leicester just at daylight, having been since 3 1/2 o’clock A.., travelling six miles. On arriving at Leicester, the pedestrian entered the hotel at that place, and found them frying doughnuts; he bathed himself and obtained a few doughnuts passed on towards East Brookfield. When daylight came, he seemed to be much recovered from the effects of the excitement of the night previous, and learning that he was six miles nearer East Brookfield than he supposed, he started into a brisk pace, and arrived at the Wawaconnuck Hotel at 8:40 a.m. Here he found a nice breakfast which had been prepared for him, some two hours previous, by the proprietor, Mr. Peter Parenteau, who treated him with much attention. After breakfast at 9 1/2 a.m., Mr. Parenteau kindly offering a bed, Mr. Weston retired and slept two hours. We woke him every fifteen minutes during the time, and when he arose he seemed much refreshed. Here he underwent a severe rubbing for the first time, during the operation he was notified that, about three miles distant there was a band of music waiting to escort him into South Brookfield.

At 12 [midnight] he left East Brookfield, and just before he reached the next village he was waited upon by a committee and escorted through the town of South Brookfield by a brass band, consisting of twelve pieces; several spirited airs were played. On arriving at the outskirts of the village they came to a halt and gave him three cheers. Mr. Weston responded by a brief speech, thanking them for their approval and kind reception, which was as pleasant as it was unexpected. We then passed on toward West Brookfield. There was a large crowd collected at that place, who gave him three cheers, and the pedestrian raised his cap in acknowledgement, passing on toward West Warren, where he arrived at 3 p.M. Here a lady came to the road side and presented the pedestrian with a small American flag, and some young men in the village obtaining a small cannon gave him a salute of seven guns. Quite an elderly gentleman came up and asked the “pedestrian” if he could accompany him a few miles. Mr. Weston readily assented, and slackening his pace a little, they walked together, chatting quite freely. The flag presented to the pedestrian we placed in the whip-socket, and the breeze causing it to flutter, our horse became frightened and began to run; for a moment we were in imminent peril of being capsized, but we soon checked him. The elderly gentleman continued journeying with Mr. Weston for about five miles when he bade him God-speed and left. All along the route from Brookfield to

Palmer the people would come to the road side and offer him refreshments, and not unfrequently he would partake of milk, also molasses and water.

His companions would also receive similar attentions and frequently quench their thirst with an excellent draught of cider.

The pedestrian kept quite a steady pace, at the rate of three and a quarter miles per hour, until he reached Palmer, walking the last mile over a beautiful road in nine minutes, and arriving at the Antique House at 6:20 p.m.

Here he was surrounded by a great crowd which had been waiting since 2 o’clock, and much interest was manifested that he should accomplish the feat. Much indignation was expressed at his being detained on the route.

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 24TH

We arose at 2 A.M., and in fifteen minutes were prepared to leave. M. Shaw having kindly looked out for our comfort by providing us a bountiful lunch, which we took along.

The pedestrian complained some of his left knee, and walked quite lame for some miles. At 4 A.m., when near Baldwinville, we stopped at the residence of S. M. Bliss, Esq., who kindly furnished the party with a lunch of bread and milk.

At 6 A.M. we arrived at Wilbraham, and it began to rain. The pedestrian for the first and only time donned his rubber suit. He seemed to enjoy it for a change, and walked along quite fast until 7 3/4 a.m., when he stopped for a lunch on squash pie and a cup of tea. Mr. Weston here took off his rubber suit and started onward; it soon began to grow very cold and windy, the wind blowing directly in his face. It was very muddy in the road and exceedingly slippery, which caused the pedestrian to be very irritable. It continued so until we reached Hartford, Conn., at 4 3/4 p.m. Mr. Weston said it was his toughest day on the whole route, and he felt it the more as he was due at Hartford at noon, and had anticipated attending church in that city. Arriving at Hartford, he went immediately to the residence of Mrs. Lambe, and was kindly cared for by all. He slept nearly three hours, when he arose, and partaking of a lunch in company with C. W. Clapp, Esq., left Hartford at midnight.

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 25TH.

Mr. Clapp walked with the pedestrian a few miles and then bid him good-bye. When about seven miles out of Hartford, Mr. Weston was chased by a dog, and while endeavoring to keep the animal off, sprained his left ankle badly. But he pushed on and walked ten miles farther to Meriden, although he says he suffered excruciating pain, the roads being very rough and his ankle very lame. He arrived at Meriden at 6 a.M., and was kindly cared for by a family living in that place; having slept one hour and partaken of a nice cup of coffee, feeling much refreshed

at 7 A.M. he left Meriden. Soon after he arrived at Yaleville, at the residence of G. I. Mix, Esq., where he had engaged to remain the night previous. He stopped and made his apology to the family, who had sat up quite late expecting his arrival. At 10 1/2 a.M., we arrived at the residence of D. S. Stephens, Esq., Willingford, and partook of an excellent breakfast, for which we all felt very grateful. The pedestrian’s knee was quite painful, and he left his friend Stephens at 11 a.M., and he was very irritable until he arrived at New Haven. During the last three miles previous to his arrival at New Haven, Mr. Weston walked very fast through mud and slosh, and arrived at New Haven at 2 P.M.

As he entered the city, he was loudly cheered by the crowd who had been awaiting his arrival for some six hours.

The pedestrian, after partaking of a light lunch retired and slept one hour and a half. He then arose and partook of a first-rate dinner. After making a short speech to the crowd, at 5 1/4 p.m. he left New Haven, followed by the largest crowd we had witnessed since our departure from Boston.

At New Haven, Mr. Weston received quite a number of his friends, and all expressed a decided wish that he would be successful.

Passing through Milford, bonfires were blazing, and ladies waved him “good cheer” with their handkerchiefs. He made a brief stop here at a restaurant, and then goes on to Bridgeport, where he arrived at 11 p.m. He quarters at the Sterling House, and receives the best attention from the proprietor, M. H. Wilson, Esq., who furnishes us with most excellent accommodations and a beautiful supper, not consenting to accept of any thing but our thanks. The pedestrian retires at midnight, and sleeps soundly.

TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 26TH

We arise at 5 a.M., and leave Bridgeport at 5 1/2. Pedestrian grew somewhat lame, until he arrives at Fairfield. We find no hotel in the village, but are kindly invited by Mr. North to partake of a cup of excellent coffee at his house. We here meet a friend from Hartford (Mr. Kelly), and he walks a short distance, chatting with Mr. Weston, where he wishes us all success and bids us good-bye.

Shortly afterward we arrive at Westport (at 9 3/4 a.m.)[.] Mr. Weston then strikes into a fast gait, and at 11 A.M. arrives at Norwalk. Mr. Weston proceeded to the Connecticut Hotel, and was kindly received by all, and held quite a levee [a reception] in the parlor of the hotel while waiting for his breakfast. Much enthusiasm prevailed. At 11 1/2 a.m. the pedestrian and his traveling companions sat down to a bountiful breakfast, all ate heartily. Here, as before, money was of no use to us, and none seemed to think we ought to pay for anything.

The pedestrian was so much pleased with his reception by the good people of Norwalk, that he seemed to gain renewed vigor, and at 12 p.m. started for Stam-