was a kind and hospitable as might be. Sate talking with him upstairs
in his room during the evening; a little negro boy, his peculiar servant
being with us. He lay down on the carpet, waking up now and then to
put a log on the fire, then going to sleep. A happy little nigger that
�Cats,� and very fond of �Mas�r Oliver.�
9. Wednesday. A long ride about the estate with Kellam. To his
part; where a new Cotton gin was being erected. Thence a long gallop
through uncleared forest land, giant oaks, elms cotton-wood, hickory and cedar
awaiting the woodman�s axe, or slower though as destructive �girdling;�
to the house of �Moses, the Bear Hunter.� Him, a sturdy negro, great in
bear, deer, wolf and raccoon slaughter we had before seen, making indeed
a half engagement with him for a bear-hut, which my indisposition hereafter
prevented. Certain bear and raccoon skins we saw, and got a great
piece of sugar cane, then rode back . In the afternoon we rode to
the store kept by Kellam�s uncle, a Mr Gooderich; about two miles or
so south on the river bank. It was a sort of general store, and post-
Office, where occasionally the Steamboats pause. Its owner was a portly,
good-looking man, and owned the island in the river. Loafing and de-
sultory reading of New Orleans and Vicksburgh newspapers. The pestilence
over now, or nearly so. Nevertheless this year of the Yellow fever will be
remembered for many yet to come.
10. Thursday. Still queer in health, but anxious about being off.
Rode to Transylvania with Kellam for baggage. Keene Richards came
over in the afternoon. To Goodrichs store again.
11. Friday. Store again. In the afternoon looking out for passing
steamboats. Just missed one. Back to the house, and evening in doors.
12. Saturday. To the riverside with Oliver Kellam, and an uncle of
his, (who had been partly stopping with them, being very sick.) And a �boy�
with towel elevated flag fashion, to signal vessels. We had not long