Notes on the Pike, page 2
bar room fire, side by side, and sleep, with their feet facing the fireplace, as soundly as under the parental roof.
Coming out from Cumberland in the winter of 1851 or '52 we stopped one night with Hiram Sutton at Sand Springs near Frostburg (east foot of Savage Mt). The night was hazy but not cold. We sat on our buckets, turned bottom up, and listened to a hundred horses grinding corn. One of our number got up in the night and complained that snow was falling on his face. This aroused us all. We got up, went to the door and witnessed the most blinding snow storm I ever saw. Some of the horses broke loose from the tongue and we had difficulty in finding them. We stayed up till morning when the snow had risen to the hubs of the front wheels. We hitched eight or ten horses to a wagon, pulled out to Coonrod's Tavern (top of Savage Mountain), one mile west and returned to Sutton's for another wagon, and in this way all reached Coonrod's. The next morning we pulled out again, and on Little Savage Mountain found the snow deeper than ever, and a gang of men shoveling it from the road. I got stuck and had to be shovelled out. We reached Tom Johnson's that night, making three miles in two days. The next day John Ullery, one of our number upset at Peter Yeast's and a barrel of Venetian Red rolled out from his wagon which painted the snow red for many miles east and west. We stayed with Yeast the third night after the storm.
In the winter of 1848 a gang of us went down (east) loaded with tobacco, bacon, lard, cheese, flour, corn, oats and other products. One of our number was an Ohio man named McBride. His team consisted of seven horses, the seventh being the leader. His load consisted of nine hogsheads of tobacco, five standing upright in the bed of his wagon, and four resting crosswise on top of the five. The hogsheads each were about four feet high and three and one-half feet in diameter at the bulge, and weighing from nine to eleven hundred pounds each. This made a top-heavy load. On the hill west of Somerfield, near Tom Brown's tavern, the road was icy, McBride's load tumbled over, the tobacco went in the ditches, and the horses piled up in all shapes. The work of restoring the wreck was tedious. Before we got through with it we had the aid of thirty or forty waggoners not of our company. Of course the occasion brought to the ground a supply of the pure old whiskey of that day which was used in moderation, and produced no bad effects. After we had righted up our unfortunate fellow waggoner we pushed on and rested over night at Dan Augustine's east of Petersburg (Addison, Pa.)"
1 "In the year of 1836 Dennis Hoblitzel kept a tavern near the summit of Negro Mountain (highest elevation on Rt. 40 east of the Rockies). He was the father of Mrs. McClelland of the McClelland House
Editor: Felix G. Robinson
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Western Maryland, 1750-1963