In the town they observe the same plan, and trouble no luxurious hotel for board and lodging.

Here they look like foreign peasantry, and contrast well with the many Germans, Dutch, and Irish.

In the country it is very pretty to see them prepared to "camp out" at night, their horses taken out of harness, and they lounging under the trees, enjoying the evening meal.
On the lake-side it is fine to see the great boats come panting in from their rapid and marvellous journey.

Especially at night the motion of their lights is very majestic.
When the favorite boats, the Great Western and Illinois, are going out, the town is thronged with, people from the South and farther West, to go in them.

These moonlight nights I would hear the French rippling and fluttering familiarly amid the rude ups and downs of the Hoosier dialect.
At the hotel table were daily to be seen new faces, and new stories to be learned.