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Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 168, October 18-19, 1853

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Identifier: DX04183392

Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 168, October 18-19, 1853

Description: Describes a night spent at an inn at Pontotoc, Mississippi.


[prop]ped up by a stick. Through this window you entered the room ordinarily, as it was easier thus than finding your way up or down by the regular staircase. The landlord was a fat, dirty man with low shoes, civil withal, and obliging, in his way. There was a great crowd of people lived, or took their meals here. The town was commonplace enough, ranking perhaps a little under Florence or Tuscumbria. The time passed drearily, ([Oliver] Kellam and I drank some atrocious liquor miscalled ale, at at [a] distant store once — tobacco water and bad vinegar [vinegar],) smoked bad cigars, and to bed; finding the occupant of one already in it.

19 18. Wednesday. Now as the door of our room wouldn’t close except by moving a bed post against it, that is precisely what Maurice Keene and Keene Richards had done. So, when some drowsy, boosy, nameless functionary, (probably a “clerk,”) came to rout out the stranger for a midnight stage, he couldn’t open it, at first. “I wan—t Smith!” said he, and Smith waking; by the flaring tallow candle, began to dress hurriedly. Another friend joined ‘em, and the boosy clerk having let his short, blackening pipe out, ignited it at the candle; his execrable tobacco reek, (if indeed tobacco could smell so vilely,) curling over the heads of Richards & Keene. It was about 2 in the morning! After a little sociable talk, the three went down stairs. We laughed awhile then slept. In the morning, I & Maurice Keene rode on ahead, Richards staying about telegraphing. Yellow sand below, blistering heat above, and wide forest land on either side; tall trees, but little undergrowth. By I, we pausing in a ravine ate some wretched scraps, our Pontotocian host had collected from the remnants of breakfast, (I saw him at it;) and here Keene Richards and Kellam joined us. On, wearily, all the afternoon. Into and through a little village at sunset, and put up at a man with a Welsh name; I think Llewellyn. He gave us a good supper, but was a politician, and made Maurice read a

Rights: NoC-US


Dates: 1853-10-18

Type(s): Diary

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

Subjects: Diaries


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