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Text for Page 175 [10-27-1853]

              and soon we were in a snug room conversing with an old lady, and looking
at a young, and pleasant faced one.    Two or three children about.      The
mother was fearful about the yellow fever, telling how it was all round them;
boats having almost ceased running up the river, in consequence of deaths of Cap-
tain and crew.    The house we had intended journeying to, that night was in-
fected, fever there, broke out that day.)   Our host, Mr Powell appeared,
a long-black haired, keen looking man, Baltimore born.    We had a good
supper, and presently walked off to our quarters for the night.  A hut at
a little distance, two rooms, seperately entered from without, after the fashion
of most southern houses, which are not often more than one story in heighth.
Inside blazing fires, tables covered with books, keepsakes & Albums, with
many rhymings eulogistic of Miss Henrietta Powell, as �Pessie.�   In our
room I and Kellam sat smoking awhile, and then to bed.
  28. Friday.  Amusing ourselves with two young bear cubs, which were
kept chained under a bench in an adjoining shed.     Breakfast, then off. Our
host, who would accept no payment for our entertainment; owned a ferry boat,
and in two journeys the horses and ourselves were ferried over.   Mr Powell
furthermore accompanyied us for at least an hour, guiding us into the Swamp.
Well was it that he did, for unaided we should never have found it. The
place was a perfect jungle.  The rank vegetation grew high as the horses
heads, as through a scarcely perceptible track we rode.   Tall, bare,
blackened trees rose out of it, or lay rotting amid the rank vegetation.
Turkey-buzzards wheeled about, in the clear blue, sunny sky.   We now
were fairly entered upon the Swamp proper, and our kind host turned
back, bidding us keep straight onwards, following the scarcely seen wheel
tracks.   I had fancied this Swamp would be rather loathsome and repul-
sive, but �twas not so.   I only saw the almost tropical luxuriance of a
Southern forest.   Mighty trees, oak, hickory, elm, gum, and sometimes
the funeral, moss-covered cypress.    Wild vines and monstrous creepers grew               
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