Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 be a long one over dark deserted country. We tried to keep our bearings by a vague glow in the sky, which we assumed to be from the lights of Cincinnati, but once we had to inquire our directions to be sure we were headed east. Finally, after a seemingly endless time, we came back to regular route 50. Again we had to inquire which way was “East” –We now began to look for Cabins, and had begun to despair when we came upon a sign “Stone-hill Cabins” in a valley. Tired to death we were not in a mood to quibble about the quality of it were reasonably good [sic]. We selected the first cabin, paid up and moved in. 003.4 milesIt was apparent at once that it was none too good; the fat Italian woman who checked us in in an untidy “office” should have warned us. First off I killed a large spider on the wall. Then from the cracks and crevices issued strange leech-like creatures that “wobbled” as they went. We felt squeamish, but closed all our luggage tight & set it up on chairs & tables. (As we learned the next day we would have had to go on 40 miles get to the next cabin, almost impossible tired as we were).  ; ; ; ; ; Friday – Oct. 22A restless unsatisfactory night for both of us, but worse I think for B – at 5:00 we were both awake & decided to move on. B could not bring herself even to wash there, but I shaved.038—mi—Hillsboro—Breakfast 7:00 to 7:45—The first lunch room we went to full of smells & smoke. Many laborers at the counter joking & horseplay with the two waitresses. Our presence was completely ig–