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Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 170, October 22-24, 1853

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Identifier: DX04185221

Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 170, October 22-24, 1853

Description: Regarding getting sick on the road en route to Louisiana by horseback.


little towns. Took our lunch riding. Night, put up, though a little earlier than usual, at Black Hawk. Here Maurice [Keane], and Keene Richards went to a Methodist meeting; I and [Oliver] Kellam remaining, listening to dismal stories of the yellow fever: with occasional journeys outside for my part, — I felt sick, my limbs ached and had I had a diarrhea.

23 22. Sunday. It rained dismally, nevertheless in a pause of it, we started off. I was very ill, purged & inclining to vomit. The rain soon commenced sans intermission. Nevertheless I had to dismount, and under the wet forest trees, vomit up green sickening, bile, — ugh. They were very kind to me, gave me an Indian rubber overcoat; and presently we mount again, and ride through the pitiless rain, onwards. I was picturing up home, as it would be that Sabbath, so far away, the snug cosy parlor, my mother [Naomi Butler Gunn]’s face, all of them. — I riding through the wet Mississippi woods thus. By 1 o’clock we reached a handsomely built house, one of “Johnson’s stands.” Here we put up. Walking, at request into the handsome room, there was the mother, a portly, comely dame, at the dinner table, family around, and father. I sat down by the fire and felt — homeless. A few word were said, I told the host I felt sick. “You haven’t been anywhere where the Yellow Fever is?” said he hastily, at the same time bidding one of the children who had approached me come away. I understood and respected the man’s feelings. The others came in, and dined. I went upstairs, lay on a blanket on the floor, swallowed salt water in the hope it would induce vomiting, and freeing my stomach, but with little success. The rain beat on the casements, the fire they had built blazed and crackled; I felt very sick. I wanted a little tea and toast, they were good folks but set sent up a reeking cup of coffee, hot new bread, butter and meat! So that weary day passed, and that night.

24 23. Monday. A sharp, hard frost had come, whitening the hedges of

Rights: NoC-US


Dates: 1853-10-22

Type(s): Diary

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

Subjects: Methodist Church
Yellow fever
Rain and rainfall


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