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Text for Page 167 [10-17-1853]

              the floor or chairs.
  18.  Tuesday.  Through country bearing pleasanter impress of culture,
and by spacious cotton fields, the full bolb of the plant bursting with the
white staple of the south.   Now and then mighty cedars, some of which
of amazing size and growth, I had noticed in the horrible swamp of
last night.   Through another we rode this morning, solemn, sombre
verdure all around, no sun glance gladdening it. Tall cane rising
from the pools and rank marshes.    It was chill and dank, passing
through; and I was glad to get to sunlight again.   My bones felt
as though they had lain steeping in swamp water for a century, and
excepting in the broad, hot noon, or by blazing fire-logs, I never felt
thoroughly warm for the remainder of the journey.   /     By an hour past
noon we found a pretty place to feed in, a forest patch by the road-
side.   I rode back to a farm house for a bucket of water.   We had
a substantial dinner that day, having brought from Harrisburgh, not
the customary scraps and remnants, but the chickens.     After pelting
a drive of hogs who gave greeting chorusses all around, we got to horse,
and rode on through the hot afternoon; and into Pontotoc, by 4.
Here we put up at the hotel, Mr Richards being desirous of telegraphing
To Florence about Peytona, also to Vicksburgh about the yellow fever,
at Lake Providence.      The Telegraph Operator had a little room next
the hotel, where he sat, greatly admired of the Pontotocians.     He had
dismal stories to tell of the yellow fever; of it prevalence far and wide on
the Mississippi and Yazoo region.     That a former operator at Vicksburg
had telegraphed �good-bye� to all, taken to his bed and died. With much
more.  /      This Pototoc hotel was a dirty, random sort of place.
They put us in a shattered room with three beds in�t, a stranger oc-
cupying one.      The plaster of the walls had fallen in various places, there
was a dirtheap in the fire place, an uneven floor, a broken window prop-               
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