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Text for Page 172 [10-25-1853]

              Yazoo, was living at this house, awaiting the disappearance of the plague.
There was no post there, postmaster had fled, � to die at Benton.  The news-
paper had stopped, printers, editor, all dead.   More than half the popu-
lation dead.    Yazoo was always a sickly place, he said, it meant
that in Indian; and he reckon�d the Yaller Fever would use it up
altogether almost. (Every one talked low, and had their stories, so
that Death seemed brooding all over you.)       They put us to bed
in a dismal, log room, Maurice & Keene sleeping on a floor bed,
I and Kellam in a better; a stranger and child in another.  During
the night it rained hard, and beat in through a crevice where a log or
so was missing, on to the sleepers on the floor.       I lay thinking awhile,
what if I was nearing the End of my Life? And of Many Things.
  26.  Wednesday.  Up we were, and off in the morning, and by
a short cut skirting fields into the Vicksburg Road, or towards it.
A windy day.    The very forests had an air of funeral gloom, the long
ragged masses, (peculiar to Southern forests,) hanging from their boughs,
or swathing them, with cob web like appearance.     The moss is grey in
color, and grows in great luxuriance, indifferently on all trees, giving them
a very singular appearance.          All this day we rode briskly, through
devious roads; eating nothing.   By 4 o�clock it came on to rain, and
soon fell in torrents.       I had on the indian-rubber coat, and its owner
Keene Richards insisted I should retain it.   Soon they were wetted through,
I also, from my knees downwards.    Oh the wet, green, dismal forest,
and the driving rain.    Two hours thus, then a debate as to whether
we can obtain a lodging, sitting wearily and wet in our saddles, and
anticipating farther misery.    But luckily we can stop.    The house
belonged to an old French Canadian, who years agone had found
his way to this dismal region; and despite sickness had remained here.
He�d had the yellow fever, bilious fever, fever and ague, and I know

[note along the side]
Pontotoc = Coffeeville = Carrollton = Black Hawk = Lexington = Benton.               
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