ther.   His mother lay then on her
death-bed and conjured him to stay.    
She dying of cancer, Mann, at the 
instigation of a sister-in-law (whom the 
negroes seem to hate) moved over the 
river.           Howell and I, taking an 
observation, resolved on domesticating 
ourselves in the big front room, in
which were two beds, and into which 
we carried a table, chairs, mattrasses, 
coverlets, a clothes press and drawers.
Presently arrived Shaw and H. Hills, 
whom we had previously invited 
to sojourn with us.  Hills took posses-
sion of our yesternight�s bed-room, (Shaw
tarrying with him as guest) and the 
opposite parlor to ours.   Arranging 
matters and talk.       Monies confided 
to darkeys to buy things.      �Nat� 
in again once, questioned and 
questioning by of me.   Lunch.  Sit-
ting out luxuriating on piazza in the 
sunny, tranquil afternoon, listening to