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Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 164, October 15-16, 1853

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Identifier: DX04179734

Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 164, October 15-16, 1853

Description: Comments on accommodations along the road during his trip to Louisiana by horseback.


guilty; in proof of which he shows me a bit of paper, scrawled over with villanously spelt, scarcely legible words, intimating that he, the writer was the real murderer, “not Mr Price.” Gaolbird sat awhile, talking of his injuries, with those restless eyes of his moving uneasily about; and then paying the host for his supper, set out for his night walk. He being gone, the host gave it as his opinion, that he’d broke prison, and was after some rascality. Also with choice reminescences [reminiscences] of the man’s character. This set [Oliver] Kellam uneasy about the horses. They paid ‘em a night visit, but all was well. Caughthrane, the host, was a burly, black haired, rude spoken man, South Carolina born; just the most repulsive landlord we encountered. Abed by 10 or so, having with much difficulty contrived to close the doors, both of which had a natural inclination to fall inwards. There were, as usual no windows, but plenty of ventilation tween the logs.

16 15. Sunday. Up before day down. And going out to wash in the dank raw midnight like morning, I inadvertently gave great offence, by commencing to wash on a ricketty table, instead of a post or stump, sacred to such lavation. A breezy breakfast in the usual spot, then after the necessary paying and packing off we start. (There was overcharging here for horse provender, as at all the bad places.) Those wretched risings before day-break, I shall hardly forget them! The wet-blotches of light in the east, the dank, raw, moist air, the wild country, the dirt, discomfort and ruffian boorishness of the people. The utter wont of any desire for better things, the brutal parade of their disregard of common courtesy. Why some of these people would be as little justified in claiming souls as their own hogs! / Onwards we rode all that day, taking, I think, no lunch. Past a pretty house where a deer was feeding, and at sunset drew rein at a roadside tavern, owned by a queer old fellow hight John Warren. He might have been 70, and his hard, long face, and stiff

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Dates: 1853-10-15

Type(s): Diary

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

Subjects: Diaries


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