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              not how many others � I think they were 16 in all.  His wife had been
sick � all of �em had been sick.  �Ah!� said he �Canada is a healthy
place.�  He was chatty, and had the courtesy of his nation.  There was much
drying, and changing of clothes.  I got a pipe and felt resigned to Fate for
the time being.
  27 26.  Thursday.  It had rained with little intermission all night, and
evidently would so all day.  So a council was held as to what to resolve upon.
(By the bye, Kellam showed his fondness for dogs here, by queer epithets; patting
and addressing one as �Speck he was!� and �Little ground rascal!� � he�s
a good-humored fellow.)  Keene Richards & Maurice proposed going on them-
selves, leaving us to follow when the weather cleared.  That being objected to, 
I was arrayed in Indian Rubber suit, and forth we all started.  Stedfast and
heavy came the driving rain, as through the wet, dank, green forest paths
we rode; soon they were wet through; and I, chilled to the bones was
sitting in a puddle.   Up hill, down dale, and through hollow we rode, 
all the while unknowing but that we might be going wrong all the time.
  It was a mere bridle path, through wild forest land.   Far down in
wet dells great trees lay rotting, green heaps of vegetation tangled about
them, or noisome fungus growing from the rotting wood.    Trees, every
where trees, dripping, sopping, reeking vegetation, and driving rain.  Once
we turned back, then on again.    Out of the forest, and now slipping
hazardously down muddy roads, wild banks on either side, where stretched
far below us lay the great Yazoo Swamp.   As wild a place as if
never before seen by mortal.       By noon or thereabouts we saw, lying low
amid the wet foliage bordering the swamp certain huts, & a house.   It was
Johnson�s, and his overseer came out, in reply to our call.  He would fain
have had us alight and tarry, but getting directions, onwards we rode, through
mud and rain.   Steadily and continuous it fell, varyed by gusts of ice cold
wind, chilling one to the very bones.   Onwards we went, skirting a zig-zag               
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