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 Dayton Ohio.
and neat -- roads coarse gravel -- side walks paved with large flat lime stone -- formed of depositions of marine shells. 
The dwellings are large and neat. The Stage House is a very large & well kept Tavern -- there are several other taverns in Town -- a Court House, tolerable Presbyterian Church, and a Unitarian Church--the first I have seen in the state. There is a pretty good cotton factory here also. 
A few miles before reaching this town I passed a large and very beautiful ‘Mound’ -- about 300 yards around the base -- & about 12 feet high, or 16, situated in the midst of an extensive plain -- a beautiful young orchard is growing upon it -- Small mounds are very common in this Country -- so far as they have been examined -- they appear to be Indian Cemeteries --

from Virtulon Rich journal and memoir, vol. 1, 1832-1850. Transcribed by Jveitch on 07/24/2020

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