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              the piled molasses barrels, some of which leaking, had formed rich colored,
odoriferous puddles on the wet deck.    An Irish family encamped in the rear,
two young, sturdy women, men and children.          Shores of the river mo-
notonous as ever.    Sounding with the lead, when sand bars occur.   By
an hour before sunset we have, on our right reached a line of high bluffs,
perhaps 50 or 60 feet high, bare, variously colored clays, surmounted by
tall trees; these terminating we pass a little town perched up on the
bank, called Randolph.   The river narrows much here.   Various
steamboats pass us.    Once we own aground, but speedily �back out�.   I
write all the evening & part of the days.
  16.  Wednesday.  Wrote letter to George Bolton.  Also to my Mot-
her.    River monotonously impressive, fleets of flat-boats passed, &
steamboats seen.          A picturesque night scene.   Stopping �to wood� on
the Kentucky shore, (for we now have that on our right, and Missouri
on our left.) A huge flat barge laden with cottonwood, lying moored be-
neath a steep clay bank, tree-surmounted; is three parts emptied by
the �hands.�    The red glare of the blazing contents of two bucket like
wire flames held aloft on either side of the fore-deck; the men in their
rough, picturesque costume, toiling to & fro; the muddy rushing river; 
the high banks growing dim in the distance and shrouded in mist; the
troubled sky above, with sombre, wet-looking clouds moving uneasily all
across the gloomy firmament; � a complete Mississippi picture in its 
  17.  Thursday.  Aroused from an uneasily passed, half sleepless night,
by the intelligence that Cairo was in sight.  So dressing hastily before day-
break, I presently disembarked at the most miserable, dreary, wretched
place in the United States of America, I verily believe.  Situate on, the
Illinois shore at the junction of the Ohio with the Mississippi, Cairo, years
ago was vaunted as a place of mighty promise, land speculations, saw-mills,               
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