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              gardens and trees.   Everybody was exhilarated about it, anticipating it
would end the Yellow Fever.   All this day we stayed at Mc Lean�s,
I was too queer to go on, and the rest wouldn�t do so without me.  Kellam
went on to Lexington, where he returned not, that night.
  25 24. Tuesday.  In the saddle again.  Met Kellam after an hour�s
riding; but he went on back to Mr Lean�s, again to join us, just as
we rode through the little town of Lexington.  There were some twenty
negroes, some boys, girls and children, neatly attired; sitting on benches
in front of the Court house, for sale.   I had seen a placard intimating
it, at Pontotoc.       Onwards.    We were now on the Yazoo City road,
as was every mile intimated to us.   The horrible name was everywhere,
and as we knew how terribly the pestilence raged there, it seemed like
slowly riding to one�s death.  Benton we reached by 5. It presented
a dismal appearance, the little store deserted, broken window panes, and
placards pasted over doors intimating whither former occupants had fled to, or
where medecine might be bought. (Yazoo City, some 10 miles distance had
blighted it.)    There were very few people in Benton, and they came to
the house doors at the sound of our horses hoofs, wondering who might be
the daring �drovers� who would defy the pestilence for gain, by riding towards
the plague stricken city.      The inn we purposed putting up at lay a
mile farther on.     I shall never forget that sunset, over where the
doomed town lay.      It was a close, hot, sultry, oppressive night, and there
was a glare of pitiless colors, uncommon to look upon, in that sunset;
green and orange predominating.  That sunset, with its attendant sen-
sations, (sickness had thoroughly unhinged me, so that I thought it equal
chances whether I lived or died) � might haunt me.   I never want to
see the like again.      When we had put up at the inn, (a poor place
enough;) we heard more of it.   News of the deaths of that day, and the
fresh cases that had appeared.    One man, having had his brother die at               
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