. Ocean to ocean on horseback; being the story of a tour in the saddle from the Atlantic to the Pacific; with especial reference to the early history and development of cities and towns along the route; and regions traversed beyond the Mississippi .. . BUFFALO TO CLEVELAND. 227 which gave me a bit of the early history of Ohiofrom another standpoint. Tt may seem odd that dur-ing the ^*fiying visits which I sometimes paid tothese small j)laees, there was opportunity to hear any-thing about them, but country folk are accustomed toearly rising, and as I learned the art, years ago, ofwaking with th
. Ocean to ocean on horseback; being the story of a tour in the saddle from the Atlantic to the Pacific; with especial reference to the early history and development of cities and towns along the route; and regions traversed beyond the Mississippi .. . BUFFALO TO CLEVELAND. 227 which gave me a bit of the early history of Ohiofrom another standpoint. Tt may seem odd that dur-ing the ^*fiying visits which I sometimes paid tothese small j)laees, there was opportunity to hear any-thing about them, but country folk are accustomed toearly rising, and as I learned the art, years ago, ofwaking with the birds, \ very often joined my host,and had a chat witli him before breakfast. The set-tlement near whicrli I stayed overnight is six mileswest of Willoughby, which brought me within thir-teen miles of Cleveland. It boasts of nothing morethan the necessary blacksmith shop and store, and looks up to its big neighbor with due lies in the fertile county of Lake, a northeasterncorner of Ohio, measuring some two hundred andsixty square miles, of which a large portion is coveredwith forest, and whose surface is generally hilly CHAPTER XIII. FIVE DAYS AT CLEVELAND. OUND a good nights rest at the quietfarmhouse of the Lloyds, on the nightof the fifth, and after an early breakfaston the following morning called for myhorse and started for Cleveland. On myway out, near Wickliffe, I overtook atroop of girls on their way to of them, a bright-faced littlemaid, giving her name as Ettie Warren,and saying she was a granddaughter of Mr. Lloyd,asked me to accept a bouquet, which had no doubtbeen intended for her teacher. It was a mass ofgay colors, which had been gathered from the homegarden, and its huge proportions quite a])palled , I accepted it with mock gravity, and as sheand her small companions kept beside me, I couldoverhear a whispered conversation of very secret im-port, which resolved itself into the question, ^^ Do youlike apples, mis
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