10. Monday. During the night it had rained dismally, we had
heard it�s patter on the roof. And this morning a slow continuous
drizzle fell, detaining us for two hours. Then to horse. It was a
dank raw day, but no more rain fell, the dust was laid, and as
the day progressed it cleared up finely. We had much difficulty in fin-
ding our road, and got out of it. Intending to go to Columbia, we
struck into another and more circuitous route. Woody and hilly
land; picturesque towards the evening; scarcely did we meet any
travellers. One farm house-tavern I descended at, to put the
customary inquiries as to whether we could stay there, we found closed.
On to another, along side a pretty winding stream, clear looking, and
bordered by trees. Put up at the house of a man yclept Church.
Partook of a dismal supper, sitting at a rough table, placed in a well
ventilated spot. Most of these houses were constructed after this fashion.
Two rooms, log built, chinks and crevices in plenty; the roof exten-
ding over an open space between; and in this space was our supper
table placed. Bacon horribly over-cooked, chicken legs ditto, inasmuch
that we only identified them as chicken legs, in an after discussion. Over
this repast a rigid female, with a tight handkerchief presided, speechlessly
pouring out � what they called coffee. A horrible preparation, the which
I, as wont drank more of. The candle flickered in the night breeze,
the hogs about grunted, and we, ending the funeral repast, repaired to
our room, and fire. Presently the landlord appeared. He was talk-
ative, and inquired confidentially of Keene Richards �whether he wasn�t
going to take them Horses to New Orleans to gamble with �em?� &c.
A bed, presently, Kellam & I in one, our companions in the other.
11. Tuesday. It was dreary, getting up before sunrise, on mornings
like this one; dressing hastily in a breezy room, where the chill air
blew in sharply through the crevices in the logs; then to turn out, and