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mountain houseMountain House Thursday. 18.teenth August. 1842. A misty morning, but clear at noon-day. A misty morning, sun shineing through the clouds, which envelope us, looking like the bellows of the ocean, so white, and undulating. The fog soon blew over, giving us the glorious scene below, still more beautifully defined, than yesterday. My appetite gone for breakfast; our long talk full of company. I did not sit in the parlour, went to my room to prepare for another start. At twelve we lunched, then packed our selves up in the stage for our ride to the Boat. I put on my Brown silk, and lined boots, regretted it twenty times, as below the mountain the heat030_Page 28 was intense. I thought we should all give up the ship. Mrs. Brown, suffered equally. with myself from the burning sun, and fatigue. We took the Boat with pleasure , finding it much cooler on the water. I went in the Cabin to lie down, not caring to talk or see a soul. At six oclock we reached Albany, and after some delay rode up to “Congress Hall” the first Hotel. The house was full, and we procured rooms with difficulty. We fared well at last, haveing a parlour, and rooms adjoining. The night was intensely hot, too warm to sleep and al- tho! the city looked beautifull in the bright moonlight, it is rather too warm for comfort in summer. I passed an unquiet night, and jumped up at four o clock in the morning; Met Mr B in dishabille* , suffering from the heat. We dressed after the French fashion, in the parlour, the bedrooms being rather small for two. I recognized Dr Jackson at tea; he bowed respectfully.
*dishabille: a state of being partially or casually undressed