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Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 175, October 27-28, 1853

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Identifier: DX04189796

Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 175, October 27-28, 1853

Description: Describes stopping at the house of Mr. Powell for the night in Mississippi on the way to Louisiana by horseback.


and soon we were in a snug room conversing with an old lady, and looking at a young, and pleasant faced one. Two or three children about. The mother was fearful about the yellow fever, telling how it was all round them; boats having almost ceased running up the river, in consequence of deaths of Captain and crew. The house we had intended journeying to, that night was infected, fever there, broke out that day.) Our host, Mr Powell appeared, a long-black haired, keen looking man, Baltimore born. We had a good supper, and presently walked off to our quarters for the night. A hut at a little distance, two rooms, seperately entered from without, after the fashion of most southern houses, which are not often more than one story in heighth. Inside blazing fires, tables covered with books, keepsakes & Albums, with many rhymings eulogistic of Miss Henrietta Powell, as “Pessie.” In our room I and [Oliver] Kellam sat smoking awhile, and then to bed.

28. Friday. Amusing ourselves with two young bear cubs, which were kept chained under a bench in an adjoining shed. Breakfast, then off. Our host, who would accept no payment for our entertainment; owned a ferry boat, and in two journeys the horses and ourselves were ferried over. Mr Powell furthermore accompanyied us for at least an hour, guiding us into the Swamp. Well was it that he did, for unaided we should never have found it. The place was a perfect jungle. The rank vegetation grew high as the horses heads, as through a scarcely perceptible track we rode. Tall, bare, blackened trees rose out of it, or lay rotting amid the rank vegetation. Turkey-buzzards wheeled about, in the clear blue, sunny sky. We now were fairly entered upon the Swamp proper, and our kind host turned back, bidding us keep straight onwards, following the scarcely seen wheel tracks. I had fancied this Swamp would be rather loathsome and repulsive, but ‘twas not so. I only saw the almost tropical luxuriance of a Southern forest. Mighty trees, oak, hickory, elm, gum, and sometimes the funeral, moss-covered cypress. Wild vines and monstrous creepers grew

Rights: NoC-US


Dates: 1853-10-27

Type(s): Diary

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

Subjects: Yellow fever


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