As far as Kalamazoo and for some distance beyond the roads were hilly and for the most part sandy,--a disgrace to so rich and prosperous a State.
Through Paw Paw and Dowagiac some good stretches of gravel were found and good time was made.

It was dark when we reached the Oliver House in South Bend, a remarkably fine hotel for a place of the size.
The run into Chicago next day was marked by no incident worthy of note.

As already stated, the roads of Indiana are generally good, and fifteen miles an hour can be averaged with ease.
It was four o'clock, Sunday, September 28, when the machine pulled into the stable whence it departed nearly two months before.

The electricity was turned off, with a few expiring gasps the motor stopped.
Taking into consideration the portions of the route covered twice, the side trips, and making some allowance for lost roads, the distance covered was over twenty-six hundred miles; a journey, the hardships and annoyances of which were more, far more, than counterbalanced by the delights.
No one who has not travelled through America on foot, horseback, or awheel knows anything about the variety and charm of this great country.

We traversed but a small section, and yet it seemed as if we had spent weeks and months in a strange land.