(Kentucky Trip con’t) wife and baby, negroes, etc. A long uninteresting ride toPikesvillealthough the country we went through interesting with high wooded hills;  and the BigSandyRun visible at times.
     Finally arrive atPikesville– F. says all was “spoiled and changed” and somehow he seemed to feel guilty about its lack of charm.
     After checking in at the hotel, we went to a “New York” restaurant (run by Greeks!)
     Man in R.R. station on a crude stretcher (we presumed him dead) Foolishly, we returned to question various people standing around, about this; no one knew anything of course or even that it had happened.
     After dinner we went for a walk out northwest of the village.  Terrific  heat – road covered with thick layer of fine powdery dust; squat houses along the road with women and girls sitting in a dull  stupor in doorways; porches white with dust; some women lying prostate on rude beds.
     Up and up the road led; at the summit of the hill a high bank almost white; a rarely beautiful scene with its emphasis on heat and dust – trees coated with white dust glared and quivered in intense sunlight too bright for the eyes.  Through openings in the trees the sky glared a rich hot blue – The intensity of the blue made the day somehow more horrible and intense.  We walked on and on, our throats parched from the heat and dust.  A row of primitive cabins in the utmost squalor –