John L. Moore now of New York State, but formerly of this State, was recently interviewed as follows:

     "I suppose," said the interrogator, "that your journey from New York State to Michigan at that early day was not a very luxurious experience?"

     "Well, we certainly did not come in a palace car, nor did we go to bed at home and awake next morning in Detroit," was the reply; "however, we got here. I particularly well remember that we crossed into Canada at Lewiston, May 14, 1831. The next day we dined at Brantford, with Brandt, a son of the renowned chief of the Mohawks. Our host on that occasion was educated I believe, in England, and although he held a commission from the crown he was himself chief of his tribe. He was one of the most perfectly formed men I ever saw. At dinner he was in military undress, and he acted the host with all the possible graces and refinements of the oldest civilization.

     "The next point that especially attracted my attention, and that lives freshest in my memory, was the twon of Oxford, which seemed to me one of the most beautiful portions of the country I had ever seen. We crossed the Thames at Moravian Town, not far from which place both of my horses were poisoned. One of them died right there, and the other lived only about long enough to reach Detroit. Goodale took my wife in his wagon, and through his good nature we were enabled to get our stuff through. I never knew who poisoned my horses, but I always believed it was the work of a female tramp who had taken offense at my refusal to allow her to make one of our party."

     "How long did you remain in Detroit?"

     "Let's see. We arrived here Sunday, May 21, 1831, and I left for Jackson on the following Wednesday-three days. I left Goodale here and went on alone. I say alone, but of course had my own family. Ann Arbor was our first halting place-forty miles I believe they call it-but we made it in one day; and the end of our second day's journey, after crossing Detroit river, brought us to Jackson, where I had decided to settle. There was no road or sign of a road west of Ann Arbor, and the only families in Jackson were those of William R. Thompson and his brother, Mr. Bennett and Mr. Blackman. I was the fifth married man that settled in the neighborhood, and I put up the first frame building in Jackson county. When I arrived there, the town of four houses-two of which were taverns and all built of logs-boasted two physicians whose names I have forgotten. Half a mile out of the 'city' lived a man named Deland. I believe there were no other settlers near Jackson then.

     "On the path from Ann Arbor a Mr. Sloat kept a tavern at Honey Creek, five miles west of Ann Arbor, and nine miles further on a man named Garlick had build a house. There was only one family at Grass Lake, and not a building from there to Jackson."

     In the further course of conversations Mr. Moore said that he remained in Jackson less than a year, owing to both his own and his wife's ill health.

     On leaving Jackson he moved to the town of York, Washtenaw County, and became one of the founders of Mooreville, at which place he was the first postmaster, and carried the first mail through from Saline to Raisin. He subsequently returned to the East, and since 1843 has lived in New York. During the many years of his proprietorship of the Madison Square and other hotels in the metropolis, Michigan people always found a hospitable welcome. He is now living in retirement at Mt. Vernon, on a beautiful place not far from the city, in the serene enjoyment of a hale and happy old age, with all his faculties as bright as they were half a century ago, and his genial love of human kind in no degree abated.