Now I am well, or nearly so, and they insist on my living with them.

I pay two dollars a week, or about eight shillings.
And everything is clean and nice; the food very good, delicious bacon smoked with hickory wood; but altogether the diet is unlike what I was accustomed to in England.

It all seems like a story, first that I should meet Reverdy Clayton when I landed in Chicago from the steamboat which had brought me from Buffalo.

He offered to bring me here on his Indian pony.

But I was afraid to risk so long a ride, especially as at that time I was beginning to feel very badly.