A HOOSIER CABIN.
One hundred and Twenty-first Day.
Jewell House,
Michigan City, Indiana,
September Ninth.
I considered myself fortunate, during my ride from Rolling Prairie to Michigan City—a distance of sixteen miles—in having a sandy road and no rain from the time of setting out in the morning until my arrival here in the evening, but I was less favored than usual in obtaining information.
The Presidential campaign was now at white heat and very little outside of politics was discussed. I found, however, that the ideas of many of the farmers were confused upon the issues. The three candidates in the field made the canvass unusually exciting. Hayes and Tilden were, of course, the central figures, but Peter Cooper of New York had many staunch supporters and a few enthusiasts rallied around Blaine, Conkling and Morton. The proprietor of the Jewell House—a Cooper man—was at this time much more interested in the success of his favorite than in the receipts of his hotel, and his halls and parlors were the rendezvous for men of all parties.
One hundred and Twenty-second Day.
Jewell House,
Michigan City, Indiana,