We left West Alexander at nine o’clock on the Hempfield road. We have not seen the place under sunny skies, the weather being unpleasant ever since we came. I think in summer it may be very much more beautiful. There are hills all around and the place is on a hill of considerable altitude. Kate went with us to the depot, & the Misses Pollock were there too -- they introduced us to Mr. Bell who very politely took us under his care to Wheeling routing up two reluctant gentlemen from their seats to accommodate us, and securing an omnibus to drive us to the wharf in time for the Parkersburg Packet, but finding the Wild Wagoner in port we concluded to go on her.
This is one of the finest boats on the River.