Delicate snowflakes fall as a horse-drawn stagecoach with bells comes down the mountain on the Philadelphia to Pittsburgh Turnpike. You step off the stagecoach and pull your wool coat and scarf a little tighter to your body. You’re greeted at the front door of Compass Inn by Mr. Robert Armor, the owner of the Inn. Next, you’re warmed with a mug of piping hot coffee or tea and a serving of chicken and waffles prepared by Mrs. Rachel Armor. You only have about thirty minutes to eat and drink before continuing on to your final destination of Pittsburgh for some business meetings….This is a snapshot of a stagecoach traveler’s journey in the early 19th century in November or December.