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              little towns.       Took our lunch riding.        Night, put up, though a little
earlier than usual, at Black Hawk.     Here Maurice, and Keene
Richards went to a Methodist meeting; I and Kellam remaining, lis-
tening to dismal stories of the yellow fever: with occasional journeys outside
for my part, � I felt sick, my limbs ached and I had a diarrhea.
  23.  Sunday.  It rained dismally, nevertheless in a pause of it, we
started off.  I was very ill, purged & inclining to vomit.   The rain soon
commenced sans intermission.   Nevertheless I had to dismount, and under
the wet forest trees, vomit up green sickening, bile, � ugh.   They were
very kind to me, gave me an Indian rubber overcoat; and presently we
mount again, and ride through the pitiless rain, onwards.     I was pictu-
ring up home, as it would be that Sabbath, so far away, the snug
cosy parlor, my mother�s face, all of them.  �  I riding through the
wet Mississippi woods thus.        By 1 o�clock we reached a handsomely built
house, one of �Johnson�s stands.�      Here we put up.   Walking, at request
into the handsome room, there was the mother, a portly, comely dame, at
the dinner table, family around, and father.   I sat down by the fire
and felt � homeless.          A few word were said, I told the host I felt
sick. �You haven�t been anywhere where the Yellow Fever is?� said he
hastily, at the same time bidding one of the children who had approached me
come away.    I understood and respected the man�s feelings.   The others
came in, and dined.   I went upstairs, lay on a blanket on the floor,
swallowed salt water in the hope it would induce vomiting, and freeing my
stomach, but with little success.    The rain beat on the casements, the
fire they had built blazed and crackled; I felt very sick.   I wanted
a little tea and toast, they were good folks but sent up a reeking
cup of coffee, hot new bread, butter and meat!     So that weary day
passed, and that night.
  24.  Monday. A sharp, hard frost had come, whitening the hedges of               
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