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Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 156, October 5, 1853

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Identifier: DX04172424

Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 156, October 5, 1853

Description: Describes the first day of his journey by horseback from Mammoth Cave to Louisiana.

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less, we [Gunn, Oliver Kellam, Keane Richards, and Maurice Keane] pursued it for perhaps an hour further, and then halted by the road side for a meal. There was a knot of trees, giving scanty shade, and here hitching the horses, to crop the scantier grass; we fed, water being procured from an adjacent farm house, Maurice Keene going for it, and returning with bucket full, and word that he had decended [descended] into a cave-mouth to the well. An hour and a half’s delay, then, watering the horses at a pool father on, we held on our journey. The pony had few peculiarities, excepting that of a desire to lag behind till the party in front were close upon disappearing at a turn of the road; when he’d set forth to rejoin them at a trot which, at first, shook the soul with me. So we journeyed till nightfall, and for an hour after it, the latter part of the it being wearisome enough to me. We were within a mile of Bowling Green, and in accordance with the general plan of travel, put up, not in the town. There was a farm house, hidden by trees and garden; and after much hallooing, debating, questioning; we halt there. Weary unpacking in darkness and cold, and then, my three friends go off to see to the horses. I being, at present, of no use in the quadrupedal department, and horribly sore from unaccustomed saddle exercise, go into the house with baggage [baggage]. There’s a wood fire burning, people moving about, chairs, (always uncomfortably low, and with the two fore legs projecting up above the seat for about two inches, and straight, long backed. These articles I found almost unvariably in all the farm houses we stopped at.) From sitting in the inconvenient chair my knees uncomfortably high, to reclining on a sort of couch was an improvement; so stretching myself on it I dropped, as it from a precipice top into a dead sleep of fatigue; and there should have lain till the morning; but in an hour, or nearer two, the others came in, they’d had no small job with the horses, some running away &c, and Keene Richards had his face torn by the boughs while riding through the wood to water the horses. We are all bidden to supper. Chickens, bacon, corn bread, (made in round big cakes from which you broke off

Rights: NoC-US

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Dates: 1853-10-05

Type(s): Diary
Page

Maker/Creator: Gunn, Thomas Butler, 1826-1903

Subjects: Food
Diaries
Horses
Travel
Transportation
Farmhouses

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