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              had been ducked in the river, and the house of ill-fame torn down.
That night, some individual, whether from pity or other motive managed
to secrete one of the Unfortunate Females of the demolished house in the
hotel.   It being discovered, he took refuge in Mr Richard�s room, whither
the virtuous Tuscumbrians pursued him.   /         Onwards, and for a long
days ride, some 32 miles.   For an hour or more in darkness, riding
through a horrible swamp, a death cold dank feeling freezing you to the
bone; rotting vegetation, cane, and trees falling and fallen.    Over dan-
gerous bridges formed by mere loose planks, or trunks of trees thrown
over transverse ones; through mud, mire and water and dense
darkness we rode, at speed too.        A halt in the gloomiest part of
this region.   A house, which is hailed with the inquiry can we stop there.
A voice faint and hollow, as though from a charnel bids us ride
on �He and his family were down with the Fever.�    So we rode
on, and Heaven be thanked out of that accursed swamp into a little
town.     Harrisburgh, Mississippi.   Here we found good accommodation.   The old
woman, mistress of the house, was a kindly lady, although she did
smoke a short pipe.   She was Tenessee born and gave a dismal
account of the sickliness of the place.      The man who lived in it had
done so, if living it might be called for some years.   He ferried people
over in winter and made �heaps of money.�      He and his family always
had the �fever and ager�; sometimes very bad.          There were two
other guests, surveyors for a line from Cairo at the Ohio�s mouth to
Mobile.       The host moved in and out but we saw not much of him.
Some little talk of the yellow fever &c and to bed.     Maurice
Keene discovering the beds to be feather ones, did as occasionally heretofore,
repose on chairs.   Sometimes he�d lie on the floor, till the cold overcoming
his resolution, he�d creep in with Richards.        I shared his objection, a
very wholesome one against the softness of feather beds, but preferred them to               
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