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              every where, and as we rode on at a brisk pace � (knowing it was the
last day of our journey;) we had ample employment to prevent the depen-
dant boughs strikings us.       There was little, or no undergrowth, the
many trees shutting out sunlight and air preventing it.   On the trunks
of the trees you could spy, some six or seven feet above the ground, the
water line, which, when the mighty Mississippi, swollen by its thousand
tributaries, overflows its banks; is reached, and all this great
forest half submerged.       Slap dash, helter-skelter we rode, now a hat
knocked off compelling pause; through mire and puddle at a brisk gal-
lop.     And by noon we came upon a monstrous cleared place, tens of
thousands of tree stumps, and large cotton fields.     It was the Deer
Creek plantation of Harry Hill; of whose death, by the yellow fever,
we had read.  (A man well esteemed & known by three of our party,
he had had commercial business with the relatives of Richards & Kellam.
Maurice Keene was now on his way to New Orleans, to enter the office
of Hill�s successors.)    Riding up a miry lane, towards the negro-huts
we, in a cotton field found the overseer, overlooking the slaves.   He
was a tall, keen looking man, sunburnt, and wore a long blue-blanket coat.
He gave us directions, and onwards we rode, helter skelter.   All that
afternoon we kept up brisk speed, along deer Creek, through the forest;
which became magnificent.  I never saw trees of such mighty girth and
height.   Right to the west lay our course, and as the declining sun gilded
the rich foliage of some hollow or turn in the winding river, often did we
press hastily on in the hopes of greeting the Mississippi.   Little bridges
we had to cross sometimes, but ever kept by the stream. The road
was muddy and wet, yet on we rode, galloping at full speed.  And
just upon sunset we issued forth on the eastern bank of the Mississippi.
Riding along the top of the levee, or pyramidically shaped earthern
wall which confined the river during its winters expansion; I looked on               
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