From the time you get to Philadelphia, on to Washington, there are ever so many; it's so different from New England.

I never saw so many there in all my life as we have seen these few days.

Gypsy doubled up her fist and looked real angry when she saw them sometimes, and said, 'Just to think! perhaps that man is a slave, or that little girl!' But I never thought about it somehow.

To-morrow I will write about Washington.

Baltimore has taken up all my room." GYPSY'S JOURNAL.
Willard's Hotel, Saturday Night.
"You ought to have seen the yellow omnibus we came up from the depot in! Such a _looking_ thing! It was ever so long, something like a square stove-pipe, pulled out; and it was real crowded, and the way it jolted! There were several of them there waiting for the passengers.