When we left Mr. Flint, he was making his way westward through Pennyslvania.

In today’s installment, he’s trying to get both himself and his luggage to Pittsburgh:

On September 22, 1818, “We found a waggoner who agreed to carry our traveling necessaries to Pittsburg. For my portmanteau, weighing about fourteen pounds, he charged three dollars, alleging the trouble that attends putting small articles within doors every night. This is an instance of one man measuring his demand by the urgent situation of another. The jolting that wagons undergo in this rugged country, render it indispensable that baggage be packed with the utmost care.”

Tomorrow: waggons and fellow travelers on the road.