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Text for Page 159 [10-08-1853]

              place of the ones the Mammoth-Cave-destroyed ones, and a big patch in
the rear of my blue-breeks, of a very different color.  However the coat con-
cealed it.        Neat, summery houses about the town out-skirts, with gardens
about them.    Few handsome, stirring stores, with plate glass or decoration; at
least I saw none.            In the Evening with Kellam & Maurice Keene to a
nigger minstrel Entertainment.  Rhymes bedevilling Mrs Stowe introduced.
Also a comment on my beard, the which appeared unique amid the assemblage.
  8 Sunday.    A sweltering, cloudless day, dust thick underfoot, as by
10 we are off again.     Soon Kellam discovers he has left his purse in the
room at the hotel, and turns back for it, bidding us ride on, to be rejoined
by him. We do so, by quiet, hot roads, occasionally meeting a party of
gaily-dressed negroes proceeding townwards.       By 1 o�clock we arrive at
a deserted farm house, and in the orchard adjacent prepare for our
lunch.     Keene Richards horse being left untended, he gallops off
retracing the road, his owner mounts and spurs after him; and presently
Maurie Keene after both.      In half an hour they return with the runa-
way quadruped; and soon Kellam appears; having recovered his purse,
and also gone out of his road considerably.   All lunched, then to horse
again.    Big white mare escapes and runs back, pursued by Kellam, who
has her in charge.  Catching her, and being crate he administers a flagella-
tion more energetic than judicious; wherefore the houynhym bolts off over
a broken fence into a big field, and is successively chased by everybody
for an hours space, sometimes caught, but breaking away again. Finally
I caught her, dismounting to do it.        Then on, till sunset, putting
up at the house of a sturdy man hight Smith, who strode up and down
the porch, his pants thrust into his boot tops.      He talked much of �Tom�
Benton; had a copy of Stephen�s [Yuentan?], and didn�t like it; also nar-
rated his failures in attempting to produce offspring from a certain white
�Jenny�, (or female ass) he owned.               
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