Saturday / December 15, 1838 / Golconda, Illinois
"On going up from the boats into the village, called Golconda, it seemed to be made up chiefly of groceries, and little boys in the streets had already learned to lisp the infernal language. I almost longed to be back in the still, quiet towns of Kentucky. I could but think of the unhappy fate of Mr. Lovejoy, who fell a victim to the principles of slavery, in a state of nominal freedom."