08/13/2026
March 6 [1784]—Set out of Littleton; came to Sideling Hill, nine miles; thence then miles to Juniata, which we crossed on the ice; from thence to Bedford, fourteen miles. The snow still continues the same depth. Politics and politicians are as plenty here as in Philadelphia, if great things may be compared to small. I had flattered myself that, as we were going toward the frontiers, we should soon be out of the latitude of politics; but even here two men cannot drink half a gill of wh***ey without discussing a point of politics, to the great improvement and edification of the bystanders. Especially, so to me, while I stand incog. and hear the name of Muhlenberg made use of, sometimes in one way and sometimes in another; for were I known, I believe no one would have the hardiesse to mention that name with disrespect, and look at me, for I have at present the perfect resemblance of Robinson Crusoe: four belts around me, two brace of pistols, a sword and r***e slung, besides my punch and tobacco-pipe, which is not a small one. Add to this the blackness of my face, which occasions the inhabitants to take me for a travelling Spaniard, and I am sure my appearance alone ought to protect me from both politics and insult.
—From General [John Peter Gabriel] Muhlenberg's Journal, 1748, transcribed in Henry A[gustus] Muhlenberg, _The life of Major-General Peter Muhlenberg, of the Revolutionary Army_ (Philadelphia: Carey and Hart, 1849), 427-428.