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Everingham Family History Record Reprint... March 2002
 
E L E C T R O N I C - E D I T I O N
Personal Diary of
Sarah Lois WADLEY

daughter of Rebecca Barnard EVERINGHAM &
William WADLEY - Pres of Central of Georgia Railway.


writings August 8, 1859 - May 15, 1865


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Monday, Aug. 8th 1859.

        A month since, we had the pleasure of receiving a visit from Uncles Moses and Dole; while here they invited me to go north with them this Summer; I declined, thinking that I could not leave school so long, but as Uncle Dole wrote from Georgia and again invited me, and as I wished very much to go, Father and Mother gave me permission.

        We expect Uncle Dole about the seventeenth of the month. I anticipate with great pleasure the trip up the Mississippi and the meeting with my relatives; it is now three years since I have seen any of them except Grandma; and my cousins must have altered very much. Uncle Pike now owns an extensive farm, and lives in the largest house in the village, his son Charley, now in his sixteenth year has grown from childhood into youth since I saw him; cousin Eddie Joselyn when I saw him last, was a handsome intelligent child of eleven years, he has probably by this time grown into a tall mannish youth, little Bertie has grown much; they have no doubt forgotten that cousin Sarah has also grown, and will scarcely recognise in me their favorite playfellow of former days.

        I can picture in my mind the grassy hills and the large lilac bushes of my birthplace, but no doubt they are also changed, and new houses will take the place of green lanes, ornamental shrubbery will have grown where the purple lilacs used to bloom. Strangers will say "How much the village has improved since I last saw it". But to me associations of pleasure cluster around the Snug little house with its painted floors and border of currant bushes and in this as in every thing else I am averse to change.

        With me that which I have used for many years becomes sacred; a time


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worn book which has for many years been my constant companion becomes a cherished friend and seems to me capable almost of human emotions.--

Arrival at Vicksburg--Visit to the house--Proposed Route to N. H.

Tuesday, Aug. 23rd / 59. Vicksburg.

        We have at last commenced our journey and are nearly two hundred miles on the way. Vicksburg possesses much interest to me now, for it is soon to be my home. I have just returned from looking at our house, I like it very much indeed, there is a very pretty little garden on one side, and a small grass plot with beautiful cedar trees, on the other; I think that we shall be very comfortably situated when we remove to it.

        Father, Uncle Dole and myself arrived in Vicksburg at eight o'clock last night, we had a very dusty ride from Amite to Jackson, which place we reached at about six o'clock, the rest of the way was very pleasant; we are staying at the Washington House and do not expect to leave until tomorrow as there will be no boat until then.

        I expect to enjoy myself very much, Uncle Dole is very kind indeed, we are to go up the Mississippi to Rock Island, thence to Chicago by railroad, and also by railroad to Buffalo and Niagara Falls, thence to Montreal probably by the St. Lawrence river, thence to Portland, Maine, and then to South Newmarket. How delightful it will be to visit Montreal, how strange it will be to me, for I have never yet been out of my native country; Niagara too, and the Father of Waters, the great western prairies and the wide expanse of the great lakes all will be new to me and I shall enjoy it very much. Uncle Dole thinks we shall arrive in New Hampshire about the fifteenth of September and return to Georgia in October, so that I shall have a whole month of pleasure, and pleasure too as new,


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as delightful; I must write to Mother now and tell her about my journey.

Father and Uncle visit Morton--Mrs. Smyley, her family-- Mr. Boulineau & wife.

Wednesday, Aug. 24th, Vicksburg.

        Since writing the above I have learned that we are to stay here until Friday, Uncle Dole says that the City of Memphis is an old boat and that the Morrison, which will be here Friday twelve o'clock is far preferable, besides he and Father wish to go out to Morton the present terminus of the Southern road, to look at some lands and do not feel very anxious to get off; they left for Morton this evening at three o'clock and will be absent until tomorrow night.

        Yesterday I was quite lonely and the time passed heavily but today has been very pleasant. A lady from Mississippi called Mrs. Smyley, her two sons, one grown and the other a little boy, and Miss Crawford a young lady travelling with her, came here last night, I saw them this morning and passed five hours in their company so that the time seemed shorter.

        Mrs. Smyley is a very cultivated and pleasant lady; Miss Crawford is young, just two years from school, very well educated but not easy in her manners and conversation, or tasty in her dress this is almost her first journey, she was however quite pleasant and communicative, the young man appeared to be intent upon his own affairs and neglected his Mother and her friend very much leaving them to manage for themselves, his Mother idolizes him and thinks him perfect, although according to Miss Crawford he is both high tempered and dissipated. They went away on the City of Memphis.

        Mr. Boulineau, his wife and two children came today, Mr. B. is a gentleman from Savannah whom Father is going to employ on the Southern road.


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Visit to the house--Visit to Mrs. Boulineau--Father and Uncle arrive--determine to take the Cap.

Packet Capitol, Aug 26th/59--

        Yesterday I was prevented from writing by several things, In the morning I went out immediately after breakfast, to Mr. Reading's old house and remained there until after twelve when I dressed for dinner; after dinner, being very much fatigued I went to my room, intending to lie down, but before I had put my clothes away I recollected Mrs. Boulineau and went to her room which I did not leave until time to dress for tea. At eight o'clock or half past Father and Uncle Dole came, I was very glad indeed to see them. Uncle Dole has bought a place near Morton. As the Capitol is a very fine boat we concluded not to wait for the Morrison but to come on the Capitol, it was half past five when we came on board. I have a good stateroom indeed.

        I should like to write more but the boat shakes too much.

Description of Company--Scenery--Number of Steamers passed--

Packet Capitol. Aug. 27th /59.

        We have not many passengers and I am glad that we have not, because I should not then have my stateroom to myself. The company is not very pleasant and I have formed no acquaintance with any of them, there are two young ladies on board who are going to school, one of them came and spoke to me yesterday, asking me quite a number of questions all of which I answered but asked none in return.

        The scenery upon the river is not very much varied, it consists chiefly of plantations of cotton wood which are so straight and so near of a size that seem as if planted by the hand of man, moderately high bluffs, and sandy stretches of shore covered with an apparently recent growth of bright


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green, sometimes the shore slopes to the water's edge, and being covered with green and shaded by large trees it looks very pretty, I have seen very little cane since we left Vicksburg.

        We have just left Napoleon, in Arkansas and have Mississippi for our left shore and Arkansas for our right. We passed three steamers yesterday and six today.--

Arrival at Memphis--

Memphis Tenn. Aug. 28--

        We arrived here at about ten o'clock this morning and should have been here by eight, but for an accident which happened last night and which detained us for some time.

Snag--Loss of cook--Cayoso house--

        The boat was going very fast indeed, when she struck a very large snag which came through the guards just forward of the wheel-house and through the kitchen of boat, it was some time before it could be cut away, and in its passage broke nearly all the glass and some of the crockery; there was but one person hurt, who was the head cook, and who could not be found; it was thought that when the snag entered, it injured him in some way, and that he being very much frightened at the crash jumped overboard, and being unable to swim he probably drowned. We are stopping at the Cayoso House.

Arrive at St. Louis. Planter's House--Journey.

Planter's House, St. Louis, Aug 31st.

        I was obliged to hurry my journal of the 28th very much because I had that evening written to Father and Mother and it was dusk when I commenced my journal, and as we have been travelling upon the railroad for the last few days I have not written again until now.

        I shall copy a letter to Mother which I have just finished.


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My dear Mother,

        We are now in St. Louis, and are stopping at the Planter's House, we arrived at three o'clock yesterday evening and will probably remain until tomorrow morning, seven o'clock.

        I wrote to you and Father at Memphis, informing you of our safe arrival at that place; we left there at half past five Monday morning, at about half past two we arrived at Columbus, Kentucky.

        The road from Memphis to Columbus lay through Tennessee and a little of Kentucky--the country was cool and pleasant, so cool indeed that I was none too warm with my thick dress and heavy gray cape.

A noisy party--Uncle Dole--his notice of ladies--he is taken for my brother

        We had a very pleasant quiet ride until we come to a place called Trenton, where our quiet was effectually ended by an influx of five boisterous Tennessee females, and more than that number of males, their loud talking, shouts of merriment, and discordant songs drowned the voice of the iron horse, and perfectly astounded Uncle Dole who said several times, that the people could not be sober, indeed, their behavior forcibly reminded me of my imaginations of the feasts of Bacchus in olden times. I learned from their conversation that they were from Jackson Tenn. and had been attending a Baptist convention at Trenton; so much for Tennessee and her children.

        But before I go on, I must tell you how observant Uncle Dole is, he notices the ladies so much, and makes so many remarks upon them and their manners, that I told him one day that he most have some reason for such particular observation, "Oh No'' he said "I always liked to look at them"; every one takes him for my brother, a young lady on board the steamer Capitol asked me if "that gentleman" was not my brother, when I told her that he was my Uncle


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she was perfectly astonished, "she thought he was too young for my Uncle"; another person asked if he was my brother or my husband; yesterday when we came here, Uncle Dole went to get our rooms and left me in the parlor, presently the proprietor came and asked me if I had not a brother with me? Although laughing to myself at his mistake I did not set him right, and he showed me to my room with great affability.

Journey--Centralia--Prairie ride--the "skittish" horse--

        I have wandered so far from my route that I expect you will have to turn back before you remember that I was at Columbus last, we went on board the steamer W. A. Eaves at this place, and after a ride of nearly three hours we arrived at Cairo; while on this boat I made the acquaintance of a New York lady whom Uncle Dole said was the best looking and the best lady we had seen since we left home.

        At Cairo we took the five o'clock train for Centralia where we stopped that night.

        It is a considerable town, and the house where we stayed was a good country tavern. I have never enjoyed a better nights sleep than I enjoyed there.

        As the morning train for St. Louis did not start until nine; and Centralia was situated in the midst of a prairie, Uncle Dole thought he would try and get a conveyance, so as to show me the country; accordingly he went out and succeeded in getting a light buggy and a young horse, which-- according to the owner's definition "Is rather skittish but there ain't nothin' bad about him"; we drove some ways out of the town and saw very pretty little farms and a team of four oxen breaking up the prairie. We were about half way back, when we heard a whistle and saw the train upon which we wished to take passage coming slowly up to the station.

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for he had been walking since we left the house, whereupon he threw up his head and began to make some demonstration of temper by leaping out of the road, but as he was fortunately very easily controlled he soon ceased these gyrations and consented to come into the road again, but upon the least application of the whip he would renew them, and did not seem at all inclined to put himself in a hurry, how provoking it was! there we were in sight of the train and only a quarter of a mile distant, and if, as Uncle Dole said, we had "had a horse that was a horse" we might easily have reached the train, but we were obliged to endure all the tortures of suspense, while our horse, wholly unconcerned, trotted leisurely along. However, very fortunately for us, the train stopped at Centralia for breakfast and we reached the station in time to get on board the cars a few moments before they started, although we were very glad of this it was almost as bad to have to endure the fear of being left as to be actually left; Uncle Dole said that he had acted against his better judgment in that case, and that he never would do so again.

        I forgot to tell you about the weather in Illinois, we reached Centralia at ten o'clock at night, and though I was wrapped up in my thickest clothes I trembled all over, and my teeth actually chattered with the cold. I also had some excellent fruit in Illinois. Uncle Dole gave me one of the largest Indian peaches I have ever seen, while peeling it I had some difficulty to prevent the juice from running through my fingers, it was delicious, and the apples! I wish I could send you some.

        I was very much pleased with the country from Centralia to St. Louis; the first part of the way the prairies extended as far as the eye could reach, and were dotted here and there by herds of cattle which were grazing quietly upon the rich pasturage, now and then we saw a little farm house, and sometimes


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enormous fields of the best kind of corn with Hay fields newly mown and large stacks of hay around.

Illinois people. Reasons for travelling by land. Ride to fair ground St. L.

        As we went farther on, the ground became rolling the houses, fields and cattle very numerous and we saw some fine orchards of peach and apple trees, the peaches looked as if bearing down the limbs with their weight and many red cheeks gleamed through the dark foliage of the apple trees,the stations along the road were all prosperous little towns, the people looked sober healthful, and industrious, in a word everything denoted the presence of a healthy enterprising spirit throughout the state.--

        I have not mentioned in my journal the reason why we came to St. Louis by railroad instead of Steamboat, Uncle Dole was told that It was very dangerous to navigate the river above Memphis on account of the low water and the numerous snags, a proof of this danger we had already had, and although I had not written either Father or Mother about our accident, I thought they might see it in the papers, and I knew that they would be alarmed if they knew that we were on the river, therefore, as Uncle Dole left the decision with me, I concluded to come by land.

        After dinner Uncle Dole and I went out to ride, and to see what was to be seen in St. Louis, we rode through the city and out to the fair ground, which is the pride of the place, it is indeed a very pretty and pleasant enclosure; St Louis is a large place and has same very fine stores but I do not think that I should like to live here.

        I must now put away my writing for it is now pretty late and we leave here at seven tomorrow morning.--



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Leave St. L. Appearance of country--prairies--Arrival at Chicago.

Richmond House, Chicago, Sep. 2nd / 59--

        We left St. Louis at seven o'clock yesterday morning on the Steamer Baltimore for Alton. After a ride of two hours we reached that place, a town of about the size of Vicksburg and almost as hilly. We then took the cars upon the St. Louis, Alton and Chicago R. R. for Chicago, the country consisted principally of grassy slopes thinly wooded, and small prairies.

        Towards the close of the day we came through very extensive prairies one of them more than twelve miles through, and the boundaries of which could scarcely be discerned on either side.

        It was after ten o'clock when I was waked from my comfortable nap by the bustle in the cars, and looking round perceived that everyone was gathering up their wrappers and placing themselves in attitudes of readiness. Uncle Dole informed me that we were entering into Chicago; and at last the train stopped; "Chicago" said a man coming into the car with a lantern.

        Then came the hurry to leave the train, the contact with the cold cutting air, and the tedious ride through the silent, deserted streets, it was after eleven when we reached the Richmond house, we were shown to my room, where we waited, cold, tired and sleepy for more than half an hour for our baggage, at last it came. Uncle Dole went to his room really sick; and on looking into the glass I saw such a haggard, blue face that I quickly withdrew my gaze; a good nights sleep however in a soft warm bed was all I needed and I woke this morning very much refreshed. Uncle Dole has been unwell all day, he has been obliged to take medicine and has been keeping a strict fast.

Dr. Smith--Court house. Churches--Curious stone--Appearance of Chicago.


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        This afternoon we drove round the city, but before going anywhere else Uncle Dole called on a Doctor Smith a young friend of his from South Newmarket, and obtained him as a chaperone during our ride; we went first to the Court house, and on arriving at the top of the building we had a view of the whole of Chicago. It is a much larger place than I expected to see, a river runs through the town, which divides into two branches, and forms the North, South, and west sides of Chicago; we drove through a great many streets only a few of which I can recollect, upon Michigan and Wabash Avenues we saw very many fine residences, the former street runs along the side of the lake, of which we had a very good view. Upon Lake Street we saw some very fine stores, there are some handsome Churches here, mostly Presbyterian, although Dr Smith informed me that there are some Episcopal ones on the north side which are handsomer than those which we saw, there is one fine Methodist Church, and a very pretty Universalist one, but I was most pleased with the second Presbyterian Church, it is built of a peculiar kind of stone, found as Dr Smith told me, only in this locality, a kind of bitumen oozes out of the stone in warm weather, (although it is solid, and good building material) which gives it a blackened and ancient appearance, the architecture too is rather peculiar, it has one lofty spire and numerous smaller points which rise from all parts of the building, this, together with the gray stone and its painted glass windows, gives it a venerable and antique appearance which is to me very pleasing.

        Chicago does not look like a very new place as I expected it would, it is true that nearly all the buildings are put up in modern style, but then they look substantial, and not like mushrooms which spring up and die in a day, I am very much pleased with the place.


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Richmond House--Leave Chicago--Arrive at Detroit. Visit a Catholic Church by mistake--Cold. Arrival at So. Newmarket-- Description of journey from Detroit--Niagara--Cold--

        We are stopping at a very nice house, it is so quiet and so free from the crowd; we have a table to ourselves at breakfast, dinner and supper, and though the house is full we are not troubled by noisy servants or rude neighbors. We have excellent coffee and milk and good fare, and the servants are very civil and as attentive as can be expected at a public house.

        The chambermaid informed me today while she was lacing my dress that this is the only house in the place where negro waiters are employed.

Biddle House, Detroit Sep. 4th/59--

        It is two weeks tomorrow since I left home and in seven days we shall be in New Hampshire. We left Chicago yesterday morning at eight o'clock, and arrived here at about half past seven in the evening, tomorrow we shall leave for Niagara Falls, perhaps we shall stop at Buffalo.

        This morning Uncle Dole ordered a carriage to take us to the Presbyterian Church, the carriage did not come and as we were afraid of being late we thought that we could find it and walked along up the street. We soon came to a large brick building, which Uncle Dole said was a Methodist Church. We entered thinking that this would do as well as any, and applied to the sexton for a seat he conducted us through the door and into the vestibule which was crowded, when we arrived at the inner door and I looked into the supposed Methodist Church I was very much surprised to see the light of candles in midday. On looking further I perceived the figure of Jesus painted on a cross and the virgin standing at the foot. I immediately


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comprehended that we were in a Catholic Church. We were however unable to draw back now and we followed the sexton through the crowded aisle until at a seat. I should like to describe the service, but it is now late and I cannot write any longer; besides I have a very bad cold and do not feel well.

South Newmarket, N. H. Wednesday Sep. 14th/59.

        Ten days since I wrote in my journal! A long time it seems to count the days, but a very short one it has been to me, every moment of my time has been so fully occupied that I could scarcely find time to send short and half written despatches to Mother; but at length we have arrived at South Newmarket, and as Uncle Moses and Dole have gone to Boston this morning I find time to write up my journal since leaving Detroit.

        We left this place at quarter past eight on Monday morning, in order to reach the railroad upon which we were to travel (the Great Western) we were obliged to go across the river to a place called Windsor, which is situated in Canada.

        When we had ferried nearly across, a gentleman came into the saloon whom Uncle Dole recognized as Mr. Congdon, a gentleman from Massachusetts originally, but who resided in Savannah for some time. Father thinks him a fine man, he is one of Miss Clark's particular friends. We had the pleasure of his company as far as Suspension bridge; during the conversation he remarked how very much I looked like my Mother, and said that he should know me from my resemblance to her, he also said that he should have known Miss Clark had taught me because my conversation and manners are so much like hers.

        I did not like the looks of Canada nearly so much as I did those of Illinois. We arrived at Suspension bridge at nearly four o'clock, here we


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parted from Mr. Congdon and entering an omnibus were driven to the Clifton, which is situated on the Canada side a mile and a half from the bridge and very near the falls, of which we had a beautiful view from the piazza in front of our rooms.

        After a good night's sleep we arose the next morning prepared to visit and admire the falls. The locality of Niagara is so well known that no description need be given either of it, or the country around. Suffice it to say, that we visited the museum, went under the horseshoe fall, visited table rock, Lundy's lane battle ground, the burning spring, the suspension bridge, Coat Island, Terrapin tower and descended Biddle's stairs that morning. We returned home just in time to dress for dinner at three o'clock.

         In the afternoon my cold, which had become worse since we left Detroit, gave me much trouble I had to go to bed and suffered all the afternoon with fever and a bad headache. I went down to tea, however, and a cup of hot coffee and a good night's sleep, did me a great deal of good.

        After breakfast we walked down to the ferry house, and were rowed across the river in a little skiff. I felt somewhat afraid when we went up so near the fall in order to reach the eddy, but there was no danger and we crossed in safety.

Maid of the Mist--Leave Niagara--Opinion of the falls--

        We went immediately on board the "Maid of the Mist" and as there were several other couples we all put on waterproof cloaks with a hood of the same, and went up on deck. The view from the maid of the mist was nothing for when we were not blinded by the mist the sun shining upon the white foam was so dazzling that no mortal eyes could look upon it, the cool spray bath was very pleasant, though, and I did not regret going. When the little steamer


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came back to her moorings, we threw off our oilskin cloaks, arrayed ourselves in hats and bonnets and sallied forth. We ascended the inclined plane, not by the cars but by the steps as I preferred that way although long and tiresome, to the car, which might have been safe although it looked very dangerous. After spending nearly two hours in the delightful grounds at the top of the inclined plane, we descended and were ferried back to the Canada side. I went to my room and had just sealed a hurried letter to Mother when Uncle Dole came for me to go to dinner.

        We left Niagara at half past one A.M. Wednesday the 7th of September.

        I had been dreading to visit The Falls ever since I left home, because I feared to be disappointed. I was not the beauty of Niagara more than equaled my expectations, but then my cold prevented my enjoying it as much as I should otherwise have done, still I liked it very much, there was however one great drawback to enjoyment at Niagara, there is so much that is beautiful, wonderful and grand scattered around this place that in endeavoring to see enjoy the whole you cannot enjoy any part sufficiently and become in a manner surfeited or more properly overcome with the excess of beauty. The mind and eye become alike wearied and are contented nay anxious to be still, perhaps I should not speak this, it may be that others do not feel, these however were my sensations as near as they can be expressed.

        I always enjoy things more when I can step by step unfold and appreciate them.

        But I must leave Niagara, although I have but sketched the outlines of our visit there, and describe our journey down the St. Lawrence.

Journey down the St. Lawrence.

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Suspension bridge, which we crossed and arriving on the other side waited in the omnibus, (for there was no depot) until the cars came. We then took our seats in the car, and after riding five miles we arrived at a place where we left the cars and took the omnibus for Lewiston where we took the steamer New York for the St. Lawrence river.

        Lewiston is situated near the mouth of the Niagara river. It was at Queenston, opposite Lewiston, that the British general, Isaac Brock fell, in the bloody battle of 1812, his monument stands on Queenston heights a little above the town.

        I shall wait until tomorrow to describe the St. Lawrence, for it is now two o'clock and I must go over to Aunt Lydia's and practice.

On the River--Arrive at Montreal--leave for New H. Arrive--

So. Newmarket, Tuesday Sep. 20th/59--

        I have not been able to write in my journal for the last few days and so I have given up ever writing about the St. Lawrence and Montreal; a few words about these must suffice.

        We left Lewiston at 2 o'clock, Wednesday the 7th of Sep. on the steamer New York, crossed the lake and touched at Toronto before sunset, remained on the New York until about ten the next morning when we arrived at Ogdensburgh, where we went on board the steamer Welland, which boat conveyed us through the rapids to Montreal.

        We arrived at Montreal at seven o'clock Thursday afternoon; remained there until three o'clock Friday afternoon, when we left the place and pursued our way our way on the Grand Trunk railway. We stopped Friday night at Island Pond in Vermont, the first time, by the way, that I ever visited the Green mountain state.

        We left Island Pond at seven o'clock Saturday morning, arrived at Portland,


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Maine at two, took dinner there and hurried on to So. Newmarket, where we arrived at about six o'clock Saturday evening. Sunday we stayed quietly at home, Monday my two Uncles, Aunt Satira and I visited the Navy yard, I was very much pleased with it. Tuesday we all stayed at home, Wednesday Uncles Moses and Dole went to Boston.

Visits--Dover and the print works--Sermon--Haverhill--Concord

        Thursday my two uncles, Aunt Lydia and I went to see my Father's old relations. We went to see Uncle Colcord, Aunt Judy Morrill, Cousin Oliver Wadley and Aunt Jose Wadley, this occupied a whole day and when we arrived at home late in the evening I was very much tired.

        The day following, which was Friday, we all rose early in the morning and left for Dover, here we spent a day. We went to the print works, where we saw the art of printing caliko exhibited, in all its stages from the engraving on steel to the packing up of the cloth.

        Saturday we stayed at home and I busied myself with altering my travelling Dress. I had to make it at least a half an inch larger in the body.

        Sunday Aunt Lydia attended morning service in the Methodist Church, we heard a sermon the text of which was taken from the gospel of St. John, sixth Chapter, 37th verse.

        Monday, Aunt Satira and I went to visit some cousins in Haverhill. We spent the day with Mrs. Chase, and in the afternoon herself and husband took us out riding to see the town in general and their children in particular. It was night when we returned home, willing to rest ourselves by a comfortable night's sleep.

        Tuesday, today, my Uncles and myself went to Concord, we spent two or three hours very pleasantly there; after Uncle Moses had attended to


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some business, we went to the penitentiary, it was quite sorrowful to see so many men there and to know what brought them, especially because so many of them looked young, it is better however that they should be there than out in the world.

Friday Sep. 23rd.

        Since Tuesday we have had very bad weather until then it had been unusually pleasant, we had had nothing but sunshine, but Wednesday, Thursday, and today have been rainy, we have remained at home.

Bad weather. So. Newmarket--it's schools--Dress making--

Wednesday, Oct. 5th. So. Newmarket,

        When I wrote in my journal last, I was not expecting to remain here until now, but we have been unavoidably detained day after day until October has come in and found us still here, but before many weeks have passed I expect to find myself in Georgia. The routine of our lives has been broken by visits to Exeter and Portland, by one letter from home, and by visits to a few of the neighbors.

        Monday night Aunt Lydia and myself went to see Mr. and Mrs. Paul, they were at home and seemed glad to see me. Yesterday afternoon Aunt Lydia and I went into the schools of South Newmarket, there are three, but we only went into two the most advanced scholars in the place are taught by Miss Judkins; and the tiny little boys and girls by Miss Emily Smith. With the exception of these two calls I have been very busy indoors for the last few days making me a dress; it is my first attempt at dress making and it is quite hard work for me. I cannot write any longer now for I am anxious to finish my dress and must go to work.

Leave So. N. Arrive at Boston--Leave--Arrive at Worcester. Leave. In N.Y.

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for the "Sunny South"

New York, Thursday, Oct. 13th/59.

        My Uncles Moses and Dole and myself left South Newmarket at twenty minutes past six Tuesday morning. Grandma is to meet us here this morning for she did not wish to stop at either Boston or Worcester, preferring to come through with Mr. Fiefield, a gentleman from South Newmarket who is going South with us.

        We arrived at Boston at eight o'clock, and stopped at the American House, where we had an excellent dinner; we left for Worcester at about three o'clock In the afternoon. While in Boston both my Uncles had their Ambrotypes taken and gave them to me. Uncle Dole's is a very handsome picture and a perfect likeness, Uncle Moses' is a very good likeness but an imperfect picture, he is going to have another taken for me in Savannah.

        We arrived in Worcester at about quarter of four o'clock, here there were no carriages in waiting at the depot, and in order to reach the stable we were obliged to ride in the only vehicle to be found which was an express wagon, accordingly we mounted up and drove through the principal street to the nearest stable, where we exchanged our wagon for a more suitable conveyance and drove out to Mr. Clark's residence two and a half miles from the center of the city but still within the corporated limits.

        We found both Mr. Clark and his wife very well, and remained with them until about six o'clock when we returned to the depot and at seven o'clock were speeding on our way to Norwich, where we arrived at about ten o'clock and took the steamer for New York. We arrived here yesterday (Wednesday) morning at about eight o'clock, and are stopping at the Astor House.

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        After a few hours rest we went out to Barnum's Museum and spent some time very pleasantly in looking at the curiosities, to enumerate these would be impossible, there were two things however which must not pass over without notice; the first was an ivory ball, or rather set of balls, cut by the chinese, it was twenty balls one within the other all finely carved with different patterns there were round holes through each ball showing the one within and there could be no doubt but that it was carved from a solid piece of ivory.

        The second curiosity was a man, seven feet and some inches tall and perfectly proportioned he had no surplus flesh about, Uncle Dole felt of his arm and said that it was as solid as a rock, he seemed pleased to show his strength for he squeezed both my Uncle's hands until the fingers ached, he shook hands with me, but mercifully refrained from grasping my hand too firmly; we were told that he was from Arabia and belonged to some military company of Massachusetts.

        From the Museum we went to Stewart's where I purchased some articles which Mother sent for, I could not however fill her order there and am going to Genin's bazaar this morning. My Uncles went out yesterday to secure state rooms for us, but they were all engaged except some in the lower cabin, and we are waiting for Grandma to come in order that she may choose between the steamer and the land route; it is time for her to be here and I cannot imagine why she does not come.

        Grandma has arrived, they were detained by a fog this morning. We leave here at six this evening, and are going by the land route.

Genin's. Leave N.Y. Down the Potomac. Stop at Richmond. Leave there.

        I went to Genin's this morning and bought two cloaks one for Miss Mary and one for Eva. I hope that the things will suit Mother.


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Scarboro, Georgia. Thursday Oct. 20th /59.

        Leaving New York Thursday the 13th, we went right on to Richmond Va. without stopping except to change cars. We passed through Trenton, Philadelphia, Wilmington, Havre de Grace, Baltimore and Washington. We passed through Washington early in the morning, in riding through the place we had a view of the Capitol, I thought it a splendid edifice but would have been much better satisfied if I could have gone inside and examined it.

        At Washington we took the Steamer for Aquia, the Steamer was named Mt. Vernon. I always had a desire to see and travel upon the Potomac river and although this was far from being the most beautiful part yet I was much pleased with it, some day I hope to go as far up as Harper's Ferry.

        We touched at Alexandria and passed by Mt. Vernon. Of the latter place we had a very good view, from the river, I thought the situation a very pretty one, I should like very much to visit the place.

        At Aquia we took the cars again, crossed the Rappahannock and Pamunky rivers and arrived at Richmond at about two o'clock in the afternoon.

        Although we stopped at Richmond at two o'clock in the afternoon and remained there until four the next morning, Grandma and I did not go out of the Exchange Hotel for we were very much fatigued and wished to rest.

        Leaving Richmond in the cars at half past four Saturday morning we pursued our way through Virginia and the Carolinas.

Journey through the Carolinas. Arrive at Augusta--at Scarborough.

        I liked the country through North Carolina very well, we passed through that part in which turpentine is made.

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cars for Millen where we changed cars and arrived here at dark Sunday evening. At Millen our party separated, Uncle Dole went down to his place, and Uncle Moses came to Scarboro with Grandma and I. We were all pretty well tired, for we had been travelling right on, for two days and a night.

Visit to Savannah--

Scarboro, Oct. 26th /59.

        I remained at Scarboro until Friday, when Aunt Mary and I went down to Savannah; we left here at about six o'clock, Friday evening and arrived at S. at half past nine. I went to the Pulaski House with Aunt Mary and spent the night, and in the morning we went out to Grandma's house. We had a long walk and were quite tired when we arrived there.

        Grandma and Lois were both at home. I did not go out at all Saturday; Sunday Lois and I went Sunday School and Church. Monday, we spent the morning callig on Mother's old friends, in the afternoon we had company, and after they left, Lois and I went to Mrs. Roger's to tea. We did not return until late and then went to bed thoroughly tired out.

        Tuesday morning just as we were sitting down to breakfast, Uncle Dole came to the door, I went up to open it for him, he had not time to come in, but we stood talking for some time, he said that Aunt Mary was going up that morning and that he would go up in the night, and that I must either go with Aunt Mary or alone, of course I chose to go with her.

        We left Savannah at twelve o'clock Tuesday morning and arrived at Scarboro at about half past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Gordon, Ga. Nov. 2nd /59--

        I have not yet left Georgia, but it will not be many days before, for the third time, I turn my back upon this lovely state and face again the "far West".

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the purpose of visiting my bachelor Uncles. We arrived at the station at about half past nine o'clock, and after a cold ride of two miles, we were hospitably welcomed to a bright fire and a supper which to hungry persons like us, was very acceptable.

        We spent Saturday and Sunday in Jefferson and left early Monday morning; but it will not do to pass over that eventful morning so briefly. Sunday was a very cold day and Sunday night of course still colder. Aunt Mary and I were afraid of being left and we rose perhaps a little earlier than necessary. At any rate we were up and dressed at twenty minutes of three. We then went into the parlor and searched for wood to make a fire; we had succeeded in kindling a little blaze over which we were warming our benumbed hands, when Uncle Dole entered the room, he went out for some wood and soon returned with an armful, which he threw on the andirons and we soon had a blazing fire. We spent about an hour in getting thoroughly warmed before we set out for the depot, well bundled up in shawls and blankets. Oh the horrors of that ride! they will never be effaced from my memory; the place where we had left the cars coming up, was not a regular station, and we had to ride to another, which was further off.

        Imagine a ride of three miles over a road by turns sandy and rooty, before sunrise and in freezing weather, and you may form a faint idea of our feelings during that weary ride.

        Uncle Dole drove us, and I think he deserves the highest praise for the exemplary patience with which he bore the cold and Jolts. But all things have an end, and at last we reached the station, and sitting by a fire in the warehouse we almost forget the discomforts we had endured.

        The whistle of the engine was soon heard, and hastily stepping on the train we said good morning to Uncle Dole, and were soon speeding on our way towards Washington Co. Just as I was seating myself some one said "Good


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morning, Miss Sarah" and looking around I recognized a conductor who served under Father, when he was superintendent of the Central road. It is so pleasant to be recognised by old acquaintances.

        At about seven o'clock we arrived at Robison's Turnout, and were met by old General Robison, he took us up to his house, and after breakfast, Aunt Mary and I exchanged our travelling dresses for caliko ones, and accompanied by a negro girl as guide we went out for a walk. Oh! how joyous I felt, to see again my Georgia hills, to breathe once more the air which infuses new life, and makes my blood flow with quicker, warmer feeling through my veins.

        In the afternoon we went out to ride, we passed the old place on our way to one of the neighbors, how natural it looked. I almost stopped my breath as I gazed upon it, and imagined the past two years as a dream, and that we were once more at the dear old home, and I was but returning from a trip to Savannah. But no, we have left it forever and it is better so, but the tears will start when I think of the happy days I have spent there.

        I would not go up to the house, to have seen it in the possession of strangers would have been more than I could bear, but I could not leave without going to the spring, the dear spring, every tree of which was a friend, every step of ground hallowed by remembrances of the past. I followed a little by path which led to the spring and which I had often traveled before, everything was perfectly familiar and I hastened on, picturing to myself how everything would look. At length I reached the little stream which ran down from the spring, crossed where I had often crossed before, and stood at the fence; could I be right? Could this wilderness of cane and underbrush be the beautiful spot which we had all loved and cherished so long? Yes, it was sadly changed indeed, but still the same; but why dwell upon my disappointment, why recount the sadness with which I viewed the change.

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look at the old home, I climbed the fence and hurried on to where the carriage was waiting.

        We remained at the General's until the next morning, and then left on the seven o'clock train. We arrived at Gordon at about eight, and Aunt Mary remained with me about four hours, when she returned home. My Uncles and myself leave here tomorrow night, I think that we shall go down the Alabama river.

Steamer Coquette, Alabama river Nov. 5th/

        We left Gordon, as we intended, on Thursday night. I am rejoiced to be again with my Uncles, and to be on my way to the loved ones at home; I am anxious to see them all again.

        As I expected, we have come by the Alabama river, I think it is the pleasantest route, and am glad that my Uncles decided upon it.

        The Coquette is a very good boat, but it is rather too much crowded. Uncle Moses was not able to get me a stateroom alone. Last night I had a very agreeable young lady with me, but she stopped at Selma, and I thought that I should be alone the rest of the way, but no, a number of passengers came on at Selma, and a lady with three children was put in my room; the lady although not very intelligent is neat and modest, and the children are pretty, well behaved little things, so that it is not so bad as it might be.

        In travelling one must learn to bear little inconveniences patiently, or they can have but little enjoyment.

Mobile, Monday, Nov. 7th----

        We arrived here at about one o'clock last night, and left the boat in time to eat breakfast. We are stopping at the Battle House.

        When Father and I went to Georgia last year we stopped at this house, a day, and I think I have the same room now that I had then, it is very nicely


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furnished and quite large.

        I spent a very pleasant Sabbath yesterday, and if I were not so anxious to get home I should have been willing to have remained on the river longer.

        I took up my journal book several times yesterday intending to write, but could not look off the beautiful scenery long enough to do so. We leave for New Orleans at one o'clock.

        The Coquette is a very nice little boat, the fare is excellent and the waiters civil.

Amite La. Nov. 19th /59.

        We left Mobile Monday afternoon at about two o'clock and arrived at New Orleans Tuesday morning the 8th, but as we were not in time to take the morning train up to Amite we were obliged to wait until night. After taking breakfast at the City Hotel, Uncle Moses hired a carriage and we drove round to Mrs. Martin's, 333 Magazine St. Here Uncle Moses left me, and rejoined Uncle Dole. I found Mrs. Garrett and her family at Mrs. Martin's, which was a surprise to me, for I did not know that they had removed to the City.

        After spending an hour or two at Mrs. Martin's I went to Mrs. Garrett's and stayed there until after dinner, when I returned to Mrs. Martin's. I left at six o'clock for the depot, Miss Calwell, Miss Lou and Julia Waters accompanied me to the depot, where I bade them goodbye and went into the cars with My Uncles; when the cars stopped at Henner I was surprised and delighted to meet Father, he had received the despatch which Uncle Moses sent from N. O. and had come down to meet us.

        We arrived at Amite at about half past ten, and found them all sitting up except Georgie.

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only to get ready to go again for on Sunday they went up to Vicksburg, this time leaving the children at home.

        Monday morning Uncles Moses and Dole left for Vicksburg, they have just returned this afternoon. We expected Father and Mother also, but Mother was not able to come, Father went down to Independence, five miles below here, where he is having some cars built, and Willie has taken the buggy down, to bring him back. He is going to take the children up with him tomorrow.

Monday Nov. 21st.

        Father took Miss Mary, Eva, Lory and George up to Vicksburg yesterday. This morning Uncle Moses went up, and this afternoon at three o'clock Uncle Dole left for Georgia. Miss Clark, Willie and I are here alone.

Saturday, Nov. 25th Amite.

        I expected that before this time we should all be up in Vicksburg, as it is, Willie and I are all that are left here. Father and Mother and the children are up in V. Miss Clark is down to the city on a visit, and Willie and I, as I said before, are still here.

        I am staying at Mrs. Ridgill's, with Miss Valeria and have been here since Thursday, the day that Miss Clark went down, and have been expecting to receive a summons up to Vicksburg ever since Wednesday, but I have heard nothing from them as yet, and do not know how much longer I shall have to wait in expectancy. I hope to hear from them today.

        Today is my birthday, I am fifteen. Two years ago today We were on the eve of moving from Georgia, and now I am expecting to move to Vicksburg in a few days.

Tuesday Dec. 1st / 59--Vicksburg------.

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night Willie came to Mrs. Ridgill's and spent a few hours, and when he returned, persuaded Angus to go with him. Sunday morning we were at breakfast when our carriage drove up to the door. Miss Valeria said, jestingly, "go and see if your Mother has come, Sarah" I smiled sadly, for I had grown weary of waiting and was quite homesick, but though I did not expect to see Mother, I went out to meet Willie.

        I had hardly reached the door when Angus called out, "Your Mother is here". I did regard his words, for Angus is so full of frolic and mischief that I thought him joking, but smiled and bade him and Willie goodmorning, he then repeated his words and thinking it might be true my heart bounded suddenly, as I turned from one to the other. "You are not in earnest, Angus?" "Has she come Willie" they both assured me that they were in earnest and after gathering up my things, we said goodbye to the family and drove home.

        At eleven o'clock I left Amite. I had a long lonely ride up to Jackson, rendered sad by thoughts and recollections awakened by leaving Amite, and by some recent events; I cheered myself, however, by thinking of the pleasant meeting of Father and the children, and with this, and the unconsciousness which sleep occasionally afforded, I did not get very much tired.

        At about six o'clock we arrived at Jackson where I met Father, the ride from Jackson to Vicksburg was quite pleasant. We arrived at the depot at half past eight o'clock and as there were no carriages waiting we were obliged to walk up to the house, which is about a mile distant from the depot.

        The children were all in bed and asleep except Miss Mary, who was sitting up for us. I should have written yesterday, but I was busy all day, unpacking my trunks and mending some things for the children.

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Thursday Dec. 8th. Vicksburg.

        Last Saturday morning the last detachment of the family came up, and we are now all here; but there is still some furniture, bedding, and a great many other things to come, which are expected by the freight train tonight, some furniture from New Orleans came yesterday, and we hope to have everything here and get settled next week.

        For the last week we have had some of the coldest, if not the coldest weather that I have ever experienced. Tuesday night it commenced to sleet at about six o'clock in the evening, and continued until midnight, between which and morning, there was a heavy fall of snow. When we arose and looked out, the piazzas and roofs of houses and the streets and gardens were all white, while the icicles hung from all the window sills; after breakfast the sun came out, for the first time in several days, and shone brightly, but although it continued to shine all day, the snow and ice did not melt, and the night being moonlight The spectacle was beautiful; I stood at my window admiring it until I was forced by the cold to retire. It is now three o'clock, and the ice is not melted yet. I must run to dinner now.

        Friday----When I went to dinner yesterday I intended to come back after that important ceremony was over, and finish writing, but Miss Annie Horn, a young lady who dined with us, did not leave until it was nearly dark and so I postponed finishing until now.

        The weather has moderated considerably since yesterday, the snow and ice has nearly all melted, this is the only snow I ever saw, which did not melt as soon as the noon came, it is quite a strange sight to me.

        We were disappointed about our furniture from Amite, it did not come last night. Wednesday morning Father received a despatch from Uncle David saying that Uncle Dole was sick, unable to attend to his business, and that


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Uncle Moses had better come on, immediately Father sent the despatch to Uncle Moses, who is over the river, and telegraphed back to know if he is dangerously ill, we expect an answer this evening; I hope, and beg to believe, that there is no danger--sometimes I almost turn sick with fear.

Monday, Dec. 12th--

        Uncle Moses came over from the Swamp Friday night, he had received the despatch, and was very anxious about Uncle Dole; he was very anxious to see Father, but could not, as he had left early Friday morning on the pay train.

        He remained with us until Saturday afternoon. As we were sitting at dinner Saturday, the wished despatch arrived, it read as follows, "Dole has typhoid fever, I do not think him dangerously ill". Uncle Moses, though less anxious was still impatient to see his brother, and left at three o'clock, he expects to be in Georgia by the 14th of this month. Father came home Saturday night, he had met Uncle M. at Jackson.

        Our freight from Amite has not yet arrived--.

        Sunday we, that is Father, Mother, Mrs. Horn, Miss Annie and I, went to the Episcopal Church--

        Here I have been interrupted by the arrival of some of our freight. I am so very glad to have it come that I can write no more at present.

Saturday Dec. 17th /59.----

        The week is now nearly closed and in the quiet of the evening hour I sit down to give an account of the week.

        Willie has been sick in bed ever since Monday, yesterday and today he has been better, he dressed this morning but was not able to sit up long, he is so very weak. Thursday night George was taken very ill with the croup, he is much better today, but is not quite recovered yet. We rec'd a telegraph from Uncle Moses Wednesday saying that Uncle Dole was better. I believe that


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is all of the sick list. I could not commence to unpack the books until Wednesday, as our screw driver did not come, after all my waiting I had to borrow one; for ours came the last load.

        Wednesday I unpacked all the boxes (9) and arranged the books, It was dark when I finished. Thursday, Uncle Jim and Emmeline put up my wardrobe, or Armor, as they call them here, and I arranged my clothes in my bureau, and wardrobe, and my 'papers' in my desk, after hurrying myself somewhat and working after dinner I finished this to my satisfaction, just before dark. Friday I spent in putting my work boxes, sewing trunk and scrap bag in order, sewing on buttons, minding the baby and attending to Willie. My room is now all in order, Father having screwed my glass on the bureau this evening.

        I will now proceed to describe my room, it has three front windows opening on a balcony and facing the south, opposite the most westerly window is a door leading into the hall, and opposite the most easterly is another door opening the room which Grandma is to occupy when she comes. Our bed is placed in front of the middle window so that it divides the room into two portions one of which I call the western continent and the other the eastern; at the eastern end of the room there is a nice large grate, on the northern side of this fireplace is my book closet, about a foot wide and seven feet high, but which affords me an emence deal of comfort for its size.

        At the southern side is my dear bureau, my especial pet which I am very glad to have in my own room once more. In the western continent there is a wardrobe and a washstand. On each side of the bed there is a piece of carpet and a chair, one for Miss Mary, one for me, and beside each chair comfortably reposes a pair of dressing slippers.

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finished, I must close now, after adding two things. Father went over the river Wednesday and came back yesterday. I wrote to Uncle Moses today.

Vicksburg, Dec. 26th /59.--

        Yesterday, Christmas day, it was fair and very pleasant weather. This is the first real Christmas that we have had for a long time, Christmas Eve, for the first time in three years I hang up my stocking by the side of the Chimney and dreamed of Christmas gifts all night, at four o'clock Miss Mary and I woke up and hearing the cock crow we thought it was morning so we woke up Rose after considerable calling; and, as there were no matches in our room she went into Miss Clark's for some, the first time she only brought one and as that did not light she went for a second supply, this time Miss Clark looked at her watch and sent word that it was not morning, but we concluded that at any rate we would get up.

        Miss Mary first examined her presents, she found a very pretty little stove, the joint property of herself and Eva, one which they had seen in the store window and which they had admired very much; also a very pretty lamplighter stand, and a pair of little candlesticks.

        I then lifted my paper, and what was my delight to find exposed to view a beautiful book in English binding, entitled 'The Waverly gallery'. The outside was indeed beautiful, but when I opened and found it full of beautiful engravings my feelings as the story books say "may be imagined but cannot be described". After inspecting the stove and the book to our satisfaction, Miss Mary and I returned to bed, but not to sleep, for though I would willingly have courted repose Miss Mary kept me awake by exclaiming constantly "Oh Sarah, let me get up", I shall be sick if I lie here much longer", "I am sure it is morning now" and sundry other observations too numerous to mention. At length the wished for morning came, Rose made our fire and Miss Mary jumped out of


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bed. I had not yet risen when Eva came up to show us a box of furniture Santa Claus had given her, and she and Miss Mary were still busy with their stove when Willie knocked. I let him in and he displayed to my admiring eyes his present, a fine gold watch, with a key and guard attached, all the other members of the family were well provided for, and when I went down to breakfast I found Lory and George exulting over an engine and a hobby horse; of course there were plenty of merry Christmases given and received, all the negroes in the house wished me Merry Christmas before I left my bed.

        I have lingered so long over my description that the darkness is overtaking me. We had Mr. Horne's family here to dinner and Mrs. Bason and Dr. Young. Mother's table did credit to her housewifery and her market man, and the Champagne and other wine was duly praised.

        At sunset our guests dispersed, and the day ended as happily if not as merrily as it began.

        Today has been a real rainy day. For some time we have heard nothing from Uncle Dole, this afternoon Miss Clark received a letter from Uncle Moses saying that he was very sick but he hoped not dangerously, it was dated the 18th / probably he is no worse or we should have had a telegraph----

Wednesday Jany. 4th /1860.

        I wished to close up my account of the old year before a new one came in, but was unable to do so, because of other engagements. There is little to record, however, save that we have had another week of cold weather, last Friday night the 30th we had quite a snow storm, it was a beautiful sight, which was presented to our eyes the next morning, every thing covered with snow, so pure and white and soft; New Year's day was clear but cold, the snow has not melted yet.

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Uncle Moses last night, he says that Uncle Dole is recovering, but very slowly, that he thinks he will not be able to leave his bed in less than two weeks; he also says that Aunt Satira Uncle Pike and Charlie have arrived in Georgia, where their home is to be for the present.

        Miss Mary and Eva commenced school at Mrs. Garland's today. Monday I commenced my Latin again. My piano has not been set up yet, so that I do not practice.

Tuesday, Terry.--Jany. 24th/--

        Last Thursday Willie and I left Vicksburg to pay our long deferred visit to Capt. Terry and as I had not written any here for some time I brought my book with me.

        We had Father in company with us to this place, he went down to New Orleans. When we reached Jackson we met Capt. Terry there, very much to our surprise; his sister was sick and he had gone to get some ice for her; we arrived at Terry at about seven o'clock and bidding Father goodbye we stepped into a buggy which was in waiting and drove rapidly out to the Captain's house, which is about a mile distant from the depot.

        We have spent a very pleasant week and are now ready to return in a few hours, today being the last which Mother allotted for our stay. Since we have been here the weather has been very fine. The last few evenings we have sat out upon the piazza as if it was summer.

        Looking over my last journal I see that my piano had not then arrived, it came the next Saturday (7th) and was tuned the next week. I think that moving it so much has injured it somewhat.

        I do not think that Uncle Moses has arrived yet, when we left Vicksburg they were expecting him daily.--

Wednesday. Vicksburg--25th/--

        Willie and I arrived safely last night; Dr. and Mrs. Young were on the train with us.


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        Uncle Moses arrived here Monday morning (the 23rd) Uncle Dole was much better when he left. We found Father at home, he arrived Tuesday morning--

Thursday 26th/--

        Uncle Moses came here today. Mother and Miss Clark were out and I was the only one to see him, he stayed but a few moments and then returned to the swamp, he will be here again Saturday. I was very glad to see him.

        A letter came from Aunt Satira this morning, she says that Uncle Dole continues improving. I hope we will soon hear that he is well.

        I have spent the day alone, Father is gone out on the Southern road, and Mother and Miss Clark have been paying calls all day. Ella Reading a neighbor of ours came to see me this afternoon, she is the first one who has been to see me since we came here; but I do not want any acquaintances, I fear I am becoming a little morose. I have never had many young acquaintances and but very few have been friends.

        Yesterday afternoon I accompanied Mother and Miss Clark to Mrs. Cook's she is a teacher of music and paintings; I enjoyed looking at her pictures, but was wicked enough to feel badly because I might never hope to equal her in music; I feel like giving up practising sometimes, the task is apparently hopeless, for I do not progress at all, and the two hours which I devote to it might be spent more profitably.

Saturday night. Vicksburg. Feb'y 25th--

        I looked back to see how long since I have written here, nearly a month; but then I have had very little to write, and as long as I do not forget the journal so much as not to record all important matters such as departures and arrivals, it does not matter; I did not recollect that any one had departed lately when I began, but I suppose I must file that as usual; Willie left us


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yesterday to pay a short visit to Amite, he will return Monday. He has not time to stay any longer for he commenced school at Mr. Burr's about a week since. I am taking lessons in watercolors. I began about two weeks ago and in order to have more time, have left off half an hour of my practice and now practice only an hour and a half a day. I have triumphed over the sinful feeling I spoke of in my last entry, oh, that I could say the same of the many others that try me daily.

        No more acquaintances as yet, I shall enter my first caller with a full description that will be a perquisite of mine taken as a salvo for their tardiness.--

New Orleans--Wednesday March 7th /--

        Miss Clark, Uncle Moses and I came down here Monday, we left Vicksburg at 7 o'clock in the morning and arrived at Jackson at ten minutes of ten. Uncle Moses obtained a carriage and we rode out to the insane asylum which is some distance out of town, from here we went to the penitentiary and state-house. The state-house is not a fine building, but Miss Clark and I were both very much pleased with the Asylum, the building was large, neat and airy, and the physician who showed us round seemed very kind to his patients, two of the female lunatics have pianos and were very fond of playing on them.

        After eating a very good dinner at the hotel, we went down to the depot and left on the cars at a quarter of two o'clock, we arrived here at twelve in the night. The City hotel was very much crowded and if we had not had a room engaged we should probably have been obliged to have slept in the parlor.

        Yesterday morning I came to Mrs. Garrett's where I now am, at about one o'clock. Miss Clark suffered very much all yesterday with headache, she spent the night here, but is out shopping this morning.

        Father arrived here this morning, but I have not seen him, yet, he has been to Meridian and came here by the way of Mobile. I went to a Jewish wedding


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yesterday afternoon, it is the first time I have ever been in a synagogue, and for some time my emotions were very much excited when I looked round upon the symbols of this first worship of God.

        The marriage ceremony was neither as long or as imposing as I expected, they said, however, that it was shortened because the bridal company did not arrive until after sunset. The groom was married with his hat on, with the exception of this and the drinking of wine, breaking the glass and Hebrew chanting the ceremony was much like that of some Christian denominations. The wine glass, after the bride and groom had drunk the wine, was placed in a waiter upon the floor, and the bridegroom very determinately crushed it with his foot.

Thursday night. March 15th. Vicksburg.

        We came up Saturday night, and I have been, as usual, so busy that I have not before had time to record our arrival. I can now write no more.

Saturday March 31st.

        This has been quite an eventful month, I have not kept my journal as regularly as perhaps I ought to have done, I will now square up the record.

        It has been nearly two weeks since Uncle Dole and Grandma arrived here, Tuesday morning (the 21st) I was in Miss Clark's room reciting my lessons, when Loring came up to tell me that Grandma and Uncle Dole were coming, highly excited, I scarcely believed him in earnest, and ran down stairs to get Mother's confirmation of the story, she showed me a telegraphic despatch from Father, who had gone out on the road that morning and had met them at one of the stations.

        They soon arrived, and received from us all a warm welcome, Uncle Dole was and is quite weak, but I think him improved from his journey.

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from the river, thirty of which were travelled by railroad the rest by horse-back riding.

        Tuesday morning Father went out on the Southern railroad, taking with him Grandma, Miss Mary, Eva, and Lory. Mother and I were having a quiet time together when some one came in at the street door. Wondering who it could be, I looked out and saw Uncle Dole, at first I was alarmed, thinking that he was sick, but he said he was not, and when he was seated he told us that he thought himself unequal to such a long ride and leaving Miss Clark with Uncle Moses he returned.

        Father and his party came back at night, Grandma liked the country very much, since she has been here we have rode all about town, she thinks it is rather too hilly here.

        Uncle Moses and Miss Clark returned Thursday morning, they did not go to Munroe as the roads were too muddy, but turned back after going fifteen miles beyond the railroad.

        I have a long story to tell, I may as well tell it now as later, for probably this book will not be read again until the last scene of the play is acted; but to commence at the beginning I must go back to my journey North, last summer.

        I believe that in my journal for August I mentioned how particularly Uncle Dole noticed all the ladies, the further we proceeded on our journey and the more I became acquainted with my Uncle, the stronger became my conviction that he wanted to marry. But I will pass over my convictions, and relate only facts.

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Mrs. Paul went with us to the depot. On our way, while talking to Aunt Satira she described to her a young lady who was boarding at her house, and who taught a school in Dover; I did not hear their conversation, and when we arrived at the depot Aunt Satira told me of the young lady, adding a laughing remark that she might suit Uncle Dole; when he came up I repeated the remark to him, "indeed!" said he, "you must tell Mrs. Paul to send me her daguerreotype".

        Here the cars came up and bidding our friends goodbye we left Dover. I should have considered this all a jest and soon forgotten it, but not so Uncle Dole; he thought of it for some days, and then proposed that he and I should go back to Dover to see the young lady, whose name is Miss Lizzie Paice. But I declined, assuring him that Mrs. Paul would suspect his purpose if I went with him, and I recommended him to get Aunt Lydia to go; he did so, and they returned both very much pleased with her. Still, Uncle Dole would have left New Hampshire without seeing her again, for this was within a few days of our departure, had not a seeming accident thrown them together.

        In my journal for this time, I only casually mentioned my Uncle's visit to Portland. Uncle Moses went to this place to get some carpenters to work upon a mill which they then thought of building in Mississippi, he completed his negotiations as nearly as possible and then returned; in a day or two a letter came to him from the men he thought he had engaged refusing to come out here, it then became necessary for one of the brothers to go to Portland again, and Uncle Moses urged Uncle Dole to go, at length he consented a little unwillingly, and went.

        On his way back, when the train stopped at Dover, he thought of Miss Lizzie, and looked out, a lady came in the cars who looked very much like her, he was doubtful whether to speak to her or not, rose once to go, sat down again, and again rose and went forward; it was Miss Lizzie, he stood and conversed with


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until she left the cars, which was at a junction a few miles from South Newmarket, she went on board another train which went to Portsmouth, her home. Now is not this romantic? what makes it more so is that Miss Lizzie was not in the habit of going home by this route but by another! who can doubt that a wise providence directs all events.

        But I must not stop to moralize, the precious moments are flying fast, and I am not yet through my story.

        If I had thought that at the first meeting of these two, Cupid had discharged his arrows at my Uncle's heart, I was now sure that his aim had been true, and his shaft was firmly fixed.

        But not yet had Uncle Dole consented to fall in love, he wished to see a lady in Hudson city, opposite New York, before he decided, the young lady had been highly recommended, may I use the expression?, by a friend of his, (Miss Clark), and we delayed our departure in order that he might go and see her, and then return to South Newmarket. He went, and returned, Miss Lizzie Pierce had taken too firm a hold upon his affections, for Miss Lizzie Green to be very prepossessing. During the week that followed, he paid three visits to Portsmouth; for Miss Lizzie's school was suspended for a time on account of a fair which was then held in Dover. When she returned to D. Aunt Lydia and Uncle Dole paid a second visit to Mrs. Paul (?) and Uncle Dole came back an engaged man.

        This was Saturday night, Monday morning we left for Georgia, and here for the present my story ends, for I shall record only facts, not feelings, let my Uncle's confidence in me be sacred. In a few months, as soon as Uncle Dole can go North without danger, he will claim Miss Lizzie Pierce as his bride, and bring to me, not only an Aunt but a companion, for there is but five years difference in our ages, she being little more than twenty.

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Father and seven children, all grown except one daughter who is about sixteen years old I believe. Two of the sons are out here, one has been working for Uncle Moses for some time, the other arrived here today.

        In a letter from Aunt Lydia received about a month ago, she says, "I have become considerably acquainted with Lizzie, and like her much, she is amiable and has good sense. She was sorry she could not have seen you when you were here. I think you will love her. She is a sweet singer, and finally she is an accomplished girl". I am almost sure I shall love her, her sweet name attracts me, and there is something in a name.

Wednesday April 4th / 1860.

        Uncle left us for Georgia, day before yesterday (2), Miss Clark accompanied him to Canton, she returned last night. The Mr. Price who arrived here the 31st March, breakfasted with us yesterday, he is quite tall, taller than Father, stoops a little in the shoulders, with a large frame, black whiskers, edged with red, dark hair, an eye of light greyish blue, and a nose inclined to turn up. His family, consisting of a wife and two children, one four the other two years old, are at Gardener on the Kennebec. He left here yesterday afternoon on his way North, and is to return and take a contract on the Vicksburg and Shreveport railroad in about a month.

        Today has been very warm.

Friday April 6th / 1860--

        One more member has been added to our family, a little baby boy was born this morning, he looks very much as Georgie did the first time I saw him, Mother is doing very well.

        The warm weather continues.

Friday, April 13th.

        Our baby is one week old today, he is still doing well and has grown a good deal since his birth, his name is John Everingham, he is named for


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Mother's Father. Mother's getting on very well.

        Emmeline had a baby last night, it is a boy. Miss Clark and Uncle Moses went out to Morton this morning, they expect to return tomorrow night.

Monday April 16th.

        Mother and the baby still do very well, I am housekeeper now, and have much to occupy me.

Saturday April 21st.

        We all continue as well as usual. Mother begins to sit up a little. Father has gone away to New Orleans and will be back Tuesday. Miss Clark is going to Munroe with Uncle Moses Monday; they will be gone nearly two weeks. I received a letter from Aunt Lydia a few days ago, she has been to Dover to see Miss Lizzie, and likes her more than ever, Oh how impatient I am to see her!

Thursday, May 3rd / 60.

        Miss Clark and Uncle Moses left us for Munroe Wednesday last, they returned today, having spent a week in journeying there, and back again.

        I went out to a picnic yesterday, took Miss Mary, Eva, and Lory, the day was very tedious and I was heartily glad to get back home.

        Uncle Moses received a letter from Uncle Dole today, he says that Miss Lizzie has given up her school.

        Mother is not very well today she has taken cold and has had a bad headache all day, she has not been out of her room yet; the baby is doing finely.

        The weather has become warm again and I am very glad of it.

Saturday May 6th--

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again today. The small pox is in Savannah, the cases of it are quite numerous.

Friday May 11th--

        Grandma, Willie and I have just returned from the swamp, we went over Wednesday, and spent our time very pleasantly until this morning at seven o'clock when we left for Mississippi again.

        Father, Mr. Horne, General and Dr. Myrick and Mr. Compton (the three last from Georgia) went out yesterday, we saw them this morning.

        Grandma, Uncle Moses and Miss Clark expect to leave next Monday, I am prepared to have them defer their departure however, for Miss C. and Uncle Moses intended to leave a week ago.

        Mother has gone to spend the day with Mrs. Horne she has taken the baby with her. Emmeline has come into the house again.

Monday, May 14th--

        They all left today, I have just returned from the boat, whither I went to bid them goodbye, they went on the Vicksburg, it is considered a fine boat and I dare say they will have a pleasant passage down the river; Miss Clark has been expecting to go so long that it seems a relief to have her off; although we shall at first feel a little lonely I think it best for our family to be alone for awhile.

        Willie will leave us soon to go out in the world, and act for himself, he is only nineteen but he is a man in stature and appearance, he has for a year been wishing to go to work, and last week Father concluded that he had best not go to planting yet as he was so young, and moreover Father is not able to give him a plantation, so it is settled that he is to contract for grading, on the Vicksburg, Shreveport and Texas railroad.

        Pierce Horne and Dr. Myrick are to form a partnership with him, to buy the mules and carts necessary for the work, and then they will set out separately.


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        They will commence in October, in the meantime Willie will be occupied in getting his things ready, and he expects also to go to Georgia.

        This seems an eventful Spring, I look forward and everything is wrapped in uncertainty, I expect we shall move somewhere near Willie. Father says he cannot afford to live in a town at present, but I will not anticipate.

        It is well for us that we cannot lift the veil that shrouds the future; Willie will commence now where Father was twenty years ago. God grant that when he is thirty nine he may be as far advanced, in honour and in prosperity as is my loved and respected parent.

        Miss Lizzie Pierce's brother, (the one who has been with Uncle Moses all winter) was here this morning he resembles his elder brother somewhat, but is better looking and not so tall.

Wednesday, May 16th.

        Emmeline has been packing away the winter clothing this morning, and Mother has been cleaning up closets, in about two weeks we shall get settled for the summer.

        Father went out on the Southern road this morning, he will be back tomorrow night.

Tuesday, May 22nd--

        I commenced my lessons yesterday, for the present I shall only study Arithmetic and Latin.

        Father went down to New Orleans Sunday evening, he will be absent a week. The weather is quite warm and more settled than it has been before.

        Father received a letter from Uncle Moses on Saturday, they were then at New Orleans but intended leaving for Mobile the next day. I suppose they are now in Georgia, Aunt Mary writes that she is expecting Miss Clark to spend a week with her.


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Tuesday, May 29th--

        I have been busy studying and practising ever since I commenced my Lessons. I like my teacher in Arithmetic and Latin very much and think him an excellent teacher, his name is Burr, he is the gentleman who taught Willie, I recite three times a week. I took my second music lesson this morning, my music teacher, Mr. Eaton, also understands his profession, but I am not pleased with him in other respects.

        Willie went down to Amite on Monday, Miss Valeria Ridgill is coming back with him. He intended to remain until Saturday but I wrote him today to return, and expect that he will be back Friday.

        General Robison, from Georgia, is coming here tomorrow evening, his servant and baggage arrived here this morning, but he met Father on the road and went to Morton with him.

June 3rd--Sunday--

        Went to Church this morning and heard an excellent sermon upon religion and its offices.

        I received a letter from Uncle Dole dated the 23rd, the travellers had arrived. Uncle Dole writes that Miss Lizzie is taking music lessons in Portland.

        Willie arrived Thursday night, but Miss Valeria did not come. he will go down again for her.

        Mr. Horne and family left for Georgia on Thursday, May 31st.

Tuesday, June 19th--

        Father came up from Independence a week ago today and brought Miss Valeria up with him. Since then we have been busily employed in riding out to see the beauties of Vicksburg, altogether we have had quite a gay week. Mr. Raoul, from Independence, Mr. Greene, Father's assistant on the Southern road and Mr. Horne have all been here, and Mr. Greene will return tonight.

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afraid that he and Mr. Burr think I improve rather slowly just now.

        Miss Clark was in New York on the 14th we shall soon receive a letter from Worcester. Mr. Burr asked me a few days since when she was to be married, I told him that I had no idea when; every body here seems to consider the matter as settled.

        I am looking to a general settling of things this summer, every day I watch eagerly for letters expecting to hear of one more chapter in the two romances which are in progress.

        Mr. Pierce (the elder) was here yesterday his younger brother, whose name is Elbridge, is sick with the swamp fever, but is getting well now. Mother invited him to come over here and spend a few days, until he became perfectly well.

        Miss Valeria, Willie, Miss Mary, Eva and I went to the Catholic Church Sunday evening to hear vespers, but the singing was not at all fine.

Friday June 22nd.

        Father has gone, he left us yesterday and will be gone until the tenth of next month, he has left the road in charge of Mr. Greene, who will be in Vicksburg about once a week during Father's absence and will probably stop here. Mr. Elbridge Pierce has accepted Mother's invitation and came in today, he is looking very badly indeed, and seems quite melancholy.

        Captain Terry, his wife and daughter Carrie came here day before yesterday and left yesterday afternoon, their daughter Jane has arrived at home to spend her vacation of two months, their son Joseph, or Tump as they call him, will be home in a week or two.

Saturday 23rd--

        Miss Valeria left us this morning we were reluctant to let her go, but she was getting anxious to see her family and thought that she could not remain any longer; she had been here nearly two weeks but it did not seem so long


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to me, the time has passed so pleasantly.

        Dr. Balfour came to see Mr. Pierce this morning, he said that he could not be too careful of himself, as the swamp doctors had treated his case imprudently.

Friday 29th--

        Just a week today since Mr. Pierce came; and eight days since Father left us, Oh what a long, long week it has been to me, it seems as if the two weeks which must pass before Father returns, are too long to look forward to. Mr. Pierce has improved very much and is still improving, he is still rather weak, however; he is much more talkative than when he came, and speaks a great deal of his family, especially his sister Lizzie, he seems to be very fond of his family.

        Mother received a letter from Miss Clark dated the 16th. Miss Clark and Uncle Moses had arrived, at Worcester, the day before, and Uncle Moses had left that morning for South Newmarket.

Saturday July 7th / 60--

        I took the last lesson that I am to have in latin this summer, yesterday; my vacation had now commenced and I shall have no school duties, except practising, for two months, during this time I hope to read more than I have for some time past.

        My dear Father has been sick since he left us, he had chills and fever in Philadelphia, but was only delayed by it three days at the end of which time he went on to New Hampshire.

        Mr. Elbridge Pierce has been over in the swamp a week, on Monday he brought over his elder brother who has also been sick with the swamp fever. He (Mr. George Pierce) has been here ever since, his brother returned today and they will probably both leave us tomorrow evening.

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month, we shall soon hear of his bridal. We have not heard from Miss Clark since the letter I mentioned in my last.

        Our weather is now oppressively warm, and the mosquito's are a very great annoyance.

Monday, July 9th--

        Another letter from my dear Father this morning, and also one from Uncle Dole, both full of interest to us. My dear Aunt Lydia is very sick, her disease is a cancer in the mouth and complete prostration of the nervous system. Father's letter was dated the 1st he said that Aunt Lydia had been dangerously ill but was then out of danger and slowly improving. My poor Aunt, she is of a warm, affectionate disposition and the removal of her sister from New Hampshire was too much for her. I fear it will be long ere she regains even that partial health which it has always been her portion to bear.

        But I must also speak of other items in Father's letter, he said that he found Cousin Abbie Colcord, Uncle Moses and, Miss Clark at Aunt Lydia's and that he was never more surprised than when he met Miss C. at the door, no wonder, peculiar as she is I should never have expected that step from her. Uncle Moses had telegraphed for Aunt Satira and Grandma and they left Savannah on the 30th so we learned from Uncle Dole's letter; they are no doubt with her long before this.

        Father said that if Aunt Lydia continued to improve he would leave New Hampshire on Tuesday, nearly a week ago. Uncle Dole said that Aunt Mary and her children had gone North before Miss Clark reached Georgia. Uncle Dole also inquired about Mr. Elbridge Pierce, his sister had heard rumours of his sickness, and was anxious about him. Uncle D. intended to leave Georgia for New Hampshire on the 7th.


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Monday July 16th--

        Father has arrived, he came Saturday night, and he brought me such a beautiful present it is an elegant paint box fitted with every convenience, it contains eighteen Crayons and is made of rose wood, it is about a foot long and nearly as wide. Every one of us children had a pretty, appropriate present. Mother's was a grenadine dress, a workbag, and a portmonnae.

        Father and Mother have concluded that we had better not spend the summer here; we are to go to Cohuttah Springs, Murray County Georgia, until cold weather. The fever is said to be in New Orleans and if it is it will probably come here. Cohuttah Springs is not a fashionable place but is very cool and healthy, being at the foot of one of the mountains of the Alleghany range, in the North western part of Georgia. We shall go as soon as possible, probably in about ten days.

        Mr. Elbridge Pismo is sick again, he came over last week, Dr. Balfour says that he must go north immediately, but he does not wish to go until his brother closes up their business at the Macon, which will probably be in about a week, so that he will go on with us.

Wednesday July 25th

        We leave for Cohutta on Monday.

Cohutta Saturday August 4th--

        We arrived here on Thursday, and after a rather adventurous trip were glad to arrive where we could rest from the fatigue of travelling.

        Father came with us to Canton Mississippi, where he left us and returned to Vicksburg, we came on with Mr. Horne and Willie for escorts, but Willie afforded us very little assistance. When we left Vicksburg he complained of a very bad headache and had a little fever, but Mother thought that it would pass away in a few hours and as she had all her things ready she did not wish to postpone leaving, but his headache did not get any better. We


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spent Monday night in the sleeping car upon the Mississippi Central railroad, stopped three hours at the grand Junction where we took breakfast, and then went an to Chattanooga, towards dark Willie's fever increased and he complained of a very bad pain in his side. When we stopped for supper he said that he could not go any further than Chattanooga, we arrived there at one o'clock and took rooms in the Hotel, Mr. Horne went on.

        Wednesday morning Mother gave Willie a purgative but he did not get much better, the Hotel at Chattanooga is very badly kept and we were all very uncomfortable. Mother sent for the proprietor in order to try and learn something about the stages between Dalton and Cohuttah. While she was in the parlor waiting for him, a little girl came in, seeing that she was alone Mother asked her if she lived at the Hotel she said that she lived in Georgia. Mother then asked in what part of Georgia, she answered Dalton; this interested Mother, and thinking that she might ascertain something about the stages from this source, she asked her a few more questions and found that she was travelling with her Uncle. The little girl said that she would ask her Uncle to come in and see Mother, and that he could tell her all about the stages; he soon came in, he is a young man about twenty eight or thirty years old, has a very honest face and polite manners, his name is John Owen, and he lives in Winchester Tennessee. Now I have always entertained a prejudice against Tennesseans, I have always thought them coarse and rough, but hereafter I shall have a better opinion of them.

        Mr. Owen was very kind, he gave Mother all the information that she wished, and even offered to take charge of her family and baggage as far as Dalton, Mother thanked him, but said she hoped that Willie might be well enough to take care of us, but in the afternoon Willie was hardly able to go on the cars, much less to take any care of the baggage, so we were obliged


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to accept Mr. Owen's very kind offer and trouble him with the care of our large family. We arrived at Dalton about five o'clock after a very pleasant ride of thirty eight miles, on the road we saw three vineyards the first I had ever seen. The country which we passed through was quite pretty.

        When we arrived at Dalton Willie seemed very much better, and after a nights sleep and a good breakfast at the "Chester House" we took leave of Mr. Owen with many thanks for his kindness and set out with light hearts for the Springs, eighteen miles distant.

        We had two hacks and a baggage waggon, for the first hour or two we were quite happy in the thoughts that we were near our journey's end and that we were once more in Georgia, but after that we were very quiet.

        The road until within about five miles of the Springs was tolerably level, and smooth, but after that we began to got into the mountains and had a number of jolts. We left Dalton at half past six in the morning, and arrived here at half past twelve.

        The house here is situated at the foot, not of one mountain, but of several, it is quite a romantic situation being surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only an opening for a road in front, and a little stream running over the rocks about a hundred or fifty yards distant.

        The principal spring is situated nearly at the foot of the mountain at one side of the house, but there are others scattered around, there is a very pretty path leading to a freeStone spring, which is nearly half way up the side of the same mountain. When we arrived here Thursday (the 2nd) Willie was almost well, but he ate a hearty dinner and afterwards attempted to walk up the mountain, after this he was of course sick again, he had a very high fever and a bad headache. Yesterday Mother gave him some pills and he threw a quantity of bile off his stomach, he is now much better but is weak, he has


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no fever.

        There are four families here, two are in the hotel and the others are spending the summer in some cabins a few yards off. Miss Julia Rucker a very pleasant young lady is also spending the summer here. The Miss Underwoods are also very pleasant, they are in one of the cabins with their family. There is also another young lady a Miss Morriss, (one of the occupants of the other cabin) whom I have not yet seen.

        The accomodations here are not so rough as we expected, we have a very good table and are to have some comfortable rooms as soon as they can be arranged.

        Yesterday afternoon a party of us went up on the mountain, there were four young ladies, three gentlemen and a number of younger girls. We had a very pleasant walk up and had beautiful views from several points; a lovely little valley covered with green grass and corn lay at our feet while the thickly wooded hills and beyond them the lofty mountains rising above each other till the most distant formed a blue line against the sky, formed a beautiful frame for the smiling picture below us.

Sunday, Aug. 5th--

        The day is now nearly closed, and I sit down to review my conduct on this, the first Sabbath that I have ever spent at Cohuttah. I began the day rather badly, by being late at breakfast, the Hotel was so much more quiet than usual, that after I was waked up by the chambermaid bringing in water, I went to sleep again and did not wake until quite late. And after breakfast I took Georgie and went down to the Spring thinking that I would find a cool and retired place to sit and think, what was my surprise when I saw the benches filled with ladies, gentlemen, and children, it was a pretty scene, the ladies in their pink and white dresses with picturesque hats, and gentlemen


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in summer costume sitting in groups upon the hillside, while the children played around making garlands of the leaves, but as I was in search of quiet, I was not particularly pleased to see them. However I went up and took a seat by the side of Miss Julia Rucker, Miss Helen Underwood, and a young man named Hamilton. Miss Julia was not inclined to converse, and Miss Helen was carrying on a light conversation with Mr. H. so as I could not enjoy silence and could not, become interested in allusions to flirtations of which I knew nothing, I was in an unpleasant position. How often, when situated thus, have I regretted, so foolishly, that I had not been educated to speak words without meaning and to practice gracefully all those coquettish airs which form such an important part of conversation between ladies and gentlemen, but in calmer hours, when reason, unfettered by embarrassment is allowed to assert her sway, I feel glad, though I must often keep silence in gay companies, my secluded habits have rendered me capable of enjoying solitude, and have protected me from the dangers which lovers of society too often encounter.

        Thinking that I might spend the Sabbath more profitably I returned to the house but had such a headache that I was obliged to lie down. After resting about an hour I was aroused from my reverie by Miss Helen who came to bring me a rock which she had found. I went out into the hall and talked with her sister, Miss Lou until they went home, when I returned to my room and read the morning service until summoned to dinner; since then I have been employed in attending to Willie and George.

        And now let me close my journal of the day by transcribing this beautiful and appropriate hymn.


                         Softly now the light of day
                         Fades upon my sight away;
                         Free from care, from labour free,
                         Lord, I would commune with thee.


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                         Thou, whose all--pervading eye
                         Naught escapes, without, within,
                         Pardon each infirmity,
                         Open fault and secret sin.


                         Soon for me the light of day
                         Shall forever pass away;
                         Then, from sin and sorrow free,
                         Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.


                         Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
                         All of man's infirmity;
                         Then, from thine eternal throne,
                         Jesus, look with pitying eye.

Thursday--Aug. 9th--

        Tuesday night there was a party here, quite a number of young ladies and gentlemen came from the little village of Spring place; they did not leave until this morning; I did not go down to the ball room, but yesterday I went into the parlour and talked a little with some of the young ladies, looked over some games at cards, and spent a pleasant day.

        I am learning to play chess, Miss Helen Underwood is teaching me. I forgot to mention in my Saturday's journal that Mr. Elbridge Pierce was too ill to come with us, both he and his brother were sick when we left, we have not heard from them since. Referring to them makes me sad, it makes me think of my dear Aunt, so often when I feel a little gay and am talking with some a thought of her will come over me, and I am sad, oh! how dreadful to feel that one has been taken from a hitherto unbroken circle of brothers


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and sisters, now they can never gather together without thinking sadly of the one link that has been severed from the golden chain, my lovely Aunt! When others may be called away from us, may they join thee in Heaven.

        Willie is now much better, he went down to breakfast this morning. I am not well myself but I hope it is merely fatigue from my journey, and will soon pass away.

Friday. Aug. 10th--

        I have written two letters today, and practised a little, the first I have practised since we came here. Miss Helen Underwood lent a music book of hers the other day, and as I was looking over it this morning I found a beautiful song, it is entitled the Erl king which signifies in English, death. The idea of the son pleading with the Father to save him is very touching, I will copy it below.

The Erl king.

1.


                         Who rideth so late through the night-wind wild?
                         It is the father with his child;
                         He has the little one well in his arm,
                         He holds him safe, and he folds him warm.

2.


                         My son, why hidest thy face so shy?
                         Seest thou not Father the Erl king nigh?
                         The Erl king with train and crown?
                         It is a wreath of mist, my son.

3.


                         Erl K. Come lovely boy; come go with me;
                         Such marry plays I will play with thee.
                         Many a flower grows on the strand,
                         And my Mother has many a gay garment at hand.
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4.


                         boy. My Father, my father and dost thou not hear
                         What the Erl-king whispers in my ear?
                         Be quiet my darling, be quiet my child;
                         Through withered leaves the wind howls wild.

5.


                         E.K. Come lovely boy, wilt thou go with me?
                         My daughters fair shall wait on thee,
                         My daughters their nightly revels keep,
                         They'll sing and they'll dance, and they'll rock thee to sleep.

6.


                         boy. My Father, my Father, and seest thou not
                         The Erl-king's daughters in yon dim spot?
                         My son, my son, I see and I know
                         'Tis the old gray willow that shimmers so.

7.


                         E.K. I love thee, thy beauty has ravished my sense;
                         And willing or not I will carry thee hence.
                         boy. Oh Father the Erl-king now puts forth his arm
                         Oh Father the Erl-king has done me harm.

8.


                         The father shudders, he hurries on;
                         And faster he holds his moaning son;
                         He reaches his home with fear and dread,
                         And lo! in his arms the child was dead.

Tuesday, Aug. 14th--

        I spent today in writing letters to send by Willie tomorrow; for Willie is to leave us tomorrow, he is now perfectly recovered and he cannot be content to stay here any longer. I am very sorry that he must leave us but he goes for his own pleasure, therefore it is not so hard to bid him goodbye.


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        We are now having very cold weather for August, it rained all day Sunday, and yesterday morning it cleared off quite cold, after breakfast we were all so chilled that I proposed a game of blind man's buff to warm us. We all went down into the ballrooms, called Willie and Mr. Woodburn (a young student who is spending his vacation here) and had a good play, pretty soon Miss Helen and Miss Lou Underwood came in and joined us, after exercising for an hour or two we went up into the parlour and played more quiet games. Miss Helen and Mr. Bell played cards, Miss Lou and I chess, and Willie and Florence Illges draughts, the rest looked on at the games so that we had three little circles in the room. After Miss Lou and Miss Helen left; Mr. McJunkin and I played chess until we were called to dinner; Mr. McJunkin is private secretary to Mr. Alex. Stephens; he is a very pleasant gentleman.

        In the afternoon we took a long walk, we went to the post office, a mile and a quarter from here; on the way back the sun was setting behind us, the air was cool and pleasant and overhead the sky was that greyish blue which distinguishes it in warm winter days.

        I was forcibly reminded of those lines of Bryant's


                         And now when comes the clear cold day,
                         As still such days will come,
                         To call the squirrel and the bee
                         From out their winter home,
                         When the sound of dropping nuts is heard
                         Though all the trees are still
                         And twinkle in the smoky light
                         The waters of the rill,--
for although this is August it seems very such like Autumn to me, even the wind as it blows through the trees reminds me of Autumn.

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sewed a little, but have not walked even to the spring.

        But I must now close, I fell down yesterday while playing and feel quite stiff today, writing so much has made my arm Lame.

Thursday--August 16th/--

        Willie left us yesterday morning very early; we miss him so much, it seems as if he had been gone a week instead of a day.

        We moved downstairs yesterday, and find our new rooms very comfortable now, though I am afraid they will prove a little too open in really cold weather. They are not ceiled at all, and have only a thin partition between them, which does not reach all the way up, so that a conversation can be carried on with ease by persons in different rooms. This makes no difference with us, on the contrary it is rath [illegible] convenient, but it would be unpleasant if any one else occupied one of the rooms.

        I must now close, as the first bell has rung for dinner.

Saturday. Aug. 18th--

        I have so much news to write that I scarcely know where to begin; in the first place we received a mail from the Cohuttah post office this morning, and as all my news is contained in these letters, this is the most important item. We had three letters, one from Pa, one from Aunt Satira, and the other for me from Miss Ginnie Calwell. Pa says that Mr. and Mrs. Rigby (from Vicksburg) are coming to Cohuttah Springs, but if they come, I do not think they will stay, Cohuttah is too quiet a place for Mrs. Rigby.

        Miss Ginnie writes that Mrs. Garrett's house has been burned, and every thing lost, I am very sorry. Miss Ginnie also says that it is so very warm in Amite they cannot sleep, but have often sat up all night on the piazza.

        And last and greatest of all, Uncle Moses is at length married, Aunt Satira writes that they had been married a week when she wrote; alas! my new Aunt cannot fill the place of the one I have lost. But this is not a fit marriage


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welcome. What can I say, except that I wish them a long and happy married life, this is the best wish the best welcome. I trust that my hopes and theirs may be consummated.

        The weather is now quite warm, this is the first oppressive day we have had for a week.

Monday, Aug. 20th--

        It is three weeks today since we left home, but it seems a much longer time to me. I have spent it quite pleasantly however.

        Mr. McJunkin is going to leave us on Wednesday, we shall all miss him very much for he is the only pleasant young gentleman here. Mr. Woodburn is not at all agreeable.

        I rode out this morning with a very pleasant old gentleman, Mr. Ross, he and his wife are here spending the summer, or a part of it, at the springs, they came for the health of Mrs. Ross who is an invalid. Mr. Ross brought his horse and buggy with him, and has take all the young ladies out to ride, today he said that it was my turn.

        We had a very pleasant drive of about two miles, and stopped nearly an hour at the house of Mr. McKamy, where we had some delicious fruit; while we were there Mr. Lough Miller came driving up with his hack full of ladies whom he had brought out for a ride, they were Mother, Mrs. Hammond, Mrs. Lough Miller, and Mrs. Field.

        Mother promised this morning to send Mrs. Ross a recipe, I put it down here so that it shall not be forgotten.

Wednesday, Aug. 22nd /--

        I feel quite lonely this morning, five of our company have left us. Mr. McJunkin is gone I felt very sorry to part with him, he said that he would come out west in the winter and that he might meet us again, poor young man,


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I am afraid he will never live to reach the west, his health is very poor; I hope that we may see him again, however.

        Mr. and Mrs. Ross left us this morning, they do not expect to return, but there is a possibility that they may, I wish they would, they are so genial and agreeable that we shall miss them very much indeed. The other two departures were those of Mrs. Loughmiller and her sister Miss Vernon who has been spending a few days here. Mrs. Loughmiller will return again in a few days.

        Mrs. Hammond went away yesterday evening, she has gone to see her sister and will come back on Monday.

        And now that there are so many departures I must record one arrival, which I had forgotten before, a family came here on Saturday, they have rented one of the cabins and expect to spend the summer here, I believe. There is a young lady in the family, Miss Julia, and I intend to call upon her today. We should have done it before, but did not have time while Mr. McJunkin was here, as we had to write some letters to send by him.

        I received a letter from Willie Monday afternoon, he had arrived safely at General Robison's and was enjoying himself very much indeed, he said that Uncle Davie had gone North. Mother and I also received a letter each from Father; he was well, and was about to set out upon a trip to Shreveport.

Thursday, Aug. 23rd--

        Mr. and Mrs. Horne were here yesterday to spend the day; they went to Dalton the morning we left, and arrived after we had been gone about half an hour. Mr. Horne is going to start for New York tomorrow, and will take Miss Annie with him.

        I went down to see Miss Cobb this morning, she is quite pleasant though not so much so as her sister Mrs. Wilkes; Mrs. W. is in very delicate health but has improved a great deal since she came here.


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        Mrs. Field left us this morning, she does not think that she will return any more. A family came to the Hotel last night, I have not become acquainted with them yet. Miss Julia Rucker has been rather unwell for the last two days, she has not been in bed, but is in very low spirits, she seems to have something upon her mind. I must go up stairs now and see if I can cheer her up a little.

Friday, Aug. 31st /--

        Miss Helen and Miss Lou Underwood have been spending this week at Dalton, they are expected back today. I shall be very glad to see them for Miss Julia and I have missed them very much this week.

        We had a delightful walk yesterday afternoon, indeed a more proper name for it would be a scramble, for it was more of a scramble than a walk. Mr. Loughmiller was our guide, he undertook to show us some falls which he said were on the side of the mountain, going past the mineral springs we stopped there to drink some water, and to get all our party together. As we started, Mr. Bell went behind with Miss Julia and I called Mr. Wurley to come on with Miss Lizzie Cobb and I, thus Mr. Woodburn was left without a companion and he fell back in the rear. I am afraid I hurt his feelings but he is such a disagreeable companion that I could not bear to have him along with me; this morning he left the breakfast table very soon and as he was going out Mother called to him and said "Mr. Woodburn, the water seems to lessen rather than increase your appetite", he never made any reply but walked on straight out of the room, he is really the most singular man I ever saw. I avoid him as much as I can without being positively rude. But how have I digressed from my description of our walk.

        We went on up to the freestone spring and a little beyond, when Mr. Loughmiller said "Yonder is the place where the falls were, but the branch is


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now dried up" this was quite a dissapointment to us, and we were just about sitting down to rest a little, when Mr. Loughmiller said, "no resting till you get to the top". And on we went catching to bushes and trees and every now and then slipping on some rolling rock, and recovering our equilibrium amid shouts of laughter from the rest of the party, at length we reached some nice flat stones which seemed placed expressly for us to rest upon; and throwing myself down on one of them, I said that I would not go any further untill I had cooled and rested a little. Miss Julia and Miss Lizzie were very willing to rest and as Messrs. Wurley and Bell were with us, we were willing to let Mr. Loughmiller and his party go on a little in advance. We did not stop very long however and reached the summit soon after Mr. L. did, Oh! what a beautiful prospect we had, on one side some small mountains densely wooded lay just before us, while above them and us rose Cohuttah and Fort mountains, eight or ten miles distant but seeming very near.

        On the other side that charming little valley which I spoke of before lay surrounded by ranges of mountains and dotted with little hills and clumps of trees. Mr. Bell and Mr. Wurley tried which could throw stones the farthest, and we watched them until the glories of the setting sun admonished us to return; taking a more curcuitous but more gradual path we went on pleasantly, often stopping to admire the gorgeous clouds that suroun ded the departing day God, and cast a haze of purple light on the distant mountain tops.

        I gathered a boquet of beautiful wildflowers and some very pretty red leaves which I have on the table beside me now. After coming about half way down, we emerged upon an open space where we could distinctly see the hotel and the people upon the piazza and in the road, we waved our handkerchiefs and Mr. Bell shouted "three cheers for Douglass", I replied "three more for Breckenridge" and then what shouts were heard, Breckenridge and Douglass were the names which were heard in the confusion. Our shouts drew the attention of


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the people below, and they waved their handkerchiefs in return. We were not willing to pursue our curcuitous route any longer, but catching by bushes and trees we swung ourselves down the almost perpendicular mountain side and reached the ground in safety, but flushed and excited by our violent exercise.

        Supper was exceedingly welcome to us, fried chicken and hot shortcake dissappered rapidly enough to have astonished any city bred young lady had any such been present. I am happy to say that I do not feel any bad effects from my walk this morning.

Saturday, September 1st--

        Can any one imagine who came this morning? It is almost impossible, so I will tell, it was Mr. McJunkin. Oh! I was so much surprised and excited that I now feel quite weak, I did not think that he would come back here again. He looks very much better than he did when he went away, he says that he went all around,--to Cotoosa, Lookout and Stone mountains and to Atlanta, and that he felt much more at home here than anywhere else.

Sunday Sep. 2nd--

        This has been quite a lonely day, Miss Helen, Miss Julia, Florence Illges, and Florence Underwood, and Messrs McJunkin and Bell have all gone to the camp meeting; Miss Lou and I staid at home from choice, we have been together nearly all day; for we wish to spend the last day we have as much together as possible. Miss Lou and Miss Helen with their sisters Florence and Ida are going home tomorrow, we shall miss them very much. We shall soon be alone here, for Mrs. Illges is going next week and she will take Miss Julia with her.

        Mrs. Illges has had a great disagreement (to call it by no harsher name) with Miss Lizzie, the housekeeper here, and she does not wish to stay any longer than she can help.

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Oh what a flood of memories sweep over me as I read her name and think that nevermore shall I hear the soft tones of her voice or look into those loving eyes, the expression of which was but the index of her warm heart, ever throbbing with love for me. Oh! would that I could walk in the path which she trod, that her beautiful nature might fall as a mantle on my shoulders; my God give me strength to act so as to meet her in that bright happy realm to which she has gone; O God guide her motherless children, thou who hast called little children to thee take them in thy arms and protect them from every storm.

Thursday Sept. 6th--

        Miss Helen and Miss Lou with their two sisters left as they expected, Mr. Woodburn and Mr. Bell went with them. I felt sad to part with them all, except Mr. Woodburn, and I was really glad to see him go.

        Well, we are nearly alone now, Mrs. Illges and her family and Mr. McJunkins left us yesterday. It was hard to part with them, and I miss them very much, but I daresay it is better for us to be here alone . Tuesday night we all sat up until nearly midnight dancing and playing games. Mr. Bell brought the hack for Mrs. Illges so we had one addition to our party. I was not at all sleepy and could have sat up all night, even after I had retired I lay awake a long time and woke up before daylight in the morning. I dressed myself and Miss Julia and I went down to the spring, whither we were soon followed by Miss Mary and Florence Illges. We had sat there some time when Mr. McJunkin came up, and we were soon after called to breakfast.--

        I took my first lessons in shooting the other day. Miss Julia, Mr. Mc Junkin and I were up at the spring when Mr. McJ. asked us if we would not like to shoot. Upon our answering in the affirmative he put his hand in his breast and took out a pistol, I confess I was a little startled when it


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appeared in his hand, it seemed strange to see that deadly weapon come from next a man's heart, although it was so neat and pretty that it was in no danger of soiling the spotless linen against which it lay; he loaded it, put up a mark, and gave it into my hands to shoot. After being instructed how to hold it, and to take sight, I pulled the trigger and when the flash was over he took it from my trembling hands, and almost unable to stand I sat down. Miss Julia and I both shot twice, but neither of us hit the mark, Miss Julia's came the nearest.

        Dr. Hammond has been quite unwell all day, Mother as Mr. Wilkes to go for Mrs. Hammond this afternoon and we are expecting them every moment.

        Mrs. Underwood's waggon came today, she is going to leave tomorrow. Mrs. Cobb's son also came this evening, they will start away tomorrow. Mr. Wurley, who has been all the week at the camp meeting came back this evening with Mr. Cobb.

Sunday Sep. 9th--

        Well! all have gone and left us, the Underwoods and Cobbs both went Friday. We share the hotel with Dr. and Mrs. Hammond, the only regular boarders here except ourselves, by the way the Dr. is still quite unwell, but has improved since his wife came. We have had one topic for conversation ever since Mrs. Illges and her party left, this is the nature of the attention paid by Mr. McJunkin to Miss Julia. There are three opinions, Mrs. and Mr. Loughmiller and Mr. Wurley think that they are in love and will marry, Ma thinks that Mr. McJunkin sees that Miss Julia likes gentlemen's attention and is flirting with her, Mrs. Hammond and I do not see that Mr. McJunkin has paid Miss Julia any particular attention. I had formed a higher opinion of Mr. McJ. than that he is a male flirt and I cannot--I was about to say I will not--believe it. I did not think that he paid her any more attention than he did the other young ladies here, the only thing that I cannot explain to myself is one circumstance, when Mrs. Illges left she and her family, including Miss Julia went in the hack


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and Mr. McJunkin went in a buggy, when they stopped at a river to water the horses Mr. McJ. invited Miss Julia to get in the buggy with him, she accepted the invitation and they went on to Dalton together; this is accepted here as conclusive argument that he is paying attention to her. I could go on in this manner for an hour or two but I consider that to pursue the subject any further would be a waste of time, I have just mentioned it so that whatever allusions I may make hereafter may be understood.

        We all went up on the mountain yesterday evening, all the white people that more left at home were Mr. Loughmiller and the little children. Mother stood the walk better than I expected, but is very much tired today.

        Who do you think we found here when we came back to the house? Mr. Woodburn! the last person in the world I should have wished to see, but my displeasure at his coming was considerably mollified when he handed me a letter from my beloved Father. Father says that he picked up several little rocks for me in Texas, oh! how my heart ran over with love for him when I read that, even when far off in Texas on a business tour he recollected my peculiarities, and gentle and loving as he always is he brought back a memento for me, those little rooks are dearer to me than the costliest gift he could have procured, for they show that he does not disdain to humour his little daughter's oddities even when in the midst of business.

        But the dinner bell has rung and I must away.--

        I am going down to the spring to spend the evening in reading, but before I go I want to note down one thing. Father said that he had received a letter from Uncle Dole, saying that he would be married soon, this is very different from the conduct of Uncle Moses and Miss Clark, who never have given us the slightest intimation of their marriage. Mother received a letter from her, signed "M. J. W." but not speaking of the marriage or making any


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allusion to it. They may have sent us cards, which have miscarried, and I hope they have, for I should feel very badly it I thought my Uncle could continue to treat us with such indifference.

Monday, Sep. 10th--

        Mr. Woodburn has gone, he left this morning, he seemed very nervous and looked rather sad at leaving, I was sorry for him, but I must confess I was glad of his departure. He asked me to correspond with him, but of course I refused.

        This is a "misty morning" my hands and feet were so cold that I had a fire kindled in my room and am now sitting by it.

Wednesday, Sep. 12th--

        I had just finished writing the above on Monday when we were all gladdened by the sight of a hack coming down the road, and we were still more glad when we recognized General Robison and Grandma and the occupants. Grandma is thinner than when I saw her last, but she is not sick at present.

        The General went away yesterday, he said that he had never missed attending the superior court and could not now, so he just stopped long enough to tell us the news and then went off.

        We are having delightful weather now, so cool and bracing. I have just returned from a ramble in the woods, and feel as if I had a new life in me, when I first came here and for some time before, I felt depressed and weak, and thought (does it not seem strange?) that I was beginning to lose the freshness and vigor of youth, but now the blood courses swiftly through my veins and the bright hue of health is beginning to come into my usually pale cheeks. I am sure I have no reason to be dissatisfied with Cohuttah, nor am I, I have enjoyed myself here, and hope I may sometime come here again.

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Cohuttah, Sep. 18th--Tuesday.--

        Grandma, Dr. Hammond and Miss Lizzie (the housekeeper) all went away this morning, we are now quite alone, with the exception of Mrs. Loughmiller, who is quite a pleasant lady. Two gentlemen came this evening to measure some land, they are going away in the morning, however.

Monday night. Sep. 24th--

        Today was Monday, and of course we all looked eagerly for the mail and received it joyfully when it arrived, it was an unusually large mail today, and contained interesting letters and papers from various parts of the union,

        But before I give an abstract of the news, I must speak of an adventure we had yesterday; in the afternoon we all went out to take a walk over the mountain, one of the mountains which we had not visited before, we arrived at the summit after a short walk and stopped to rest awhile and look at a very pleasant view which was spread out before us, at length we started down and as none of us knew the way (Mrs. Loughmiller and her little Lizzie were the only ones in the party besides our family) Mother began to entertain fears lest we should have some trouble about getting

        I sprang forward and with my usual impetuosity plunged through the bushes until I arrived at a point from which I could see the path and the little stream which runs along through the hollow, here I shouted to the others and they soon came in sight, I then went on in the plain cart road and having no obstacles in the shape of mountains to contend with my thoughts pursued that calm and tranquil way which is in unison with the character of the Sabbath, and I walked, my hands folded behind me and my eyes elevated from the ground. In this calm mood and composed situation what was my surprise, nay more properly my horror and terror at seeing stretched across the road , its head elevated upon a small stone, a large black snake! Now I instinctively


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recoil from the sight of any reptile, even a harmless worm, my terror can then be imagined when I saw this snake, I sprang back and waited until the others came up; Lory who is bold and fearless beyond his years began to throw stones at it to see whether it was alive or not, but though one of the stones grazed it gave no signs of life and gathering courage I took up a stone to throw, just as I was raising my arm for this purpose Mrs. Loughmiller's little dog Wooly sprang forward with a quick, sharp bark and the snake immediately coiled and with head erect hissed at the dog. We all immediately fled a few paces and then stopped to deliberate, I said we all fled, I should have excepted Lory, he staid there chunking at the snake and would not come away until Mother had called him several times. He then came very reluctantly and insisted that we should go back and kill the snake, but we decided to return over the mountain (which, by the way, is no more than a high hill) and send some one to kill the snake. We found the path and went on without any difficulty when we arrived at the house Lory and I took two negro boys and went after the snake but we could not find it.

        I have detailed our adventure so minutely that I have not much more time to write, and fear I must defer mentioning the contents of my letters until tomorrow, however, I will write a little longer as I shall have to answer my letters tomorrow and will not have time to journalize.

        In the first place I received a letter from my dear Father in which, besides telling us of his health he says that he expects to come for us about the 4th of next month, he also says that Mr. Green came to our house the night before with a chill on him, that he had not seen him that morning and therefore did not how he was; Father was on the point of leaving for New Orleans and only wrote a few lines. I received a letter from Willie, he is still well, he says that Aunt Satira has arrived at Scarborough, and that Uncles David


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and Dole are expected soon. And lastly, I had the pleasure of receiving a letter from Miss Julia Rucker, she says that though the White Sulphur Springs are gay and very pleasant, she often wishes herself back here, and can never forget the pleasant hours she has spent here, she says that she has been feeling very badly and that it was owing to this that she did not write sooner. She was expecting Mr. McJunkin the next day, he intended to stay at White Sulphur two weeks, but she says twice in her letter that she intends to return to Butler (her home) immediately. I do not know how to think of the matter of their courtship but shall look on with my usual interest till it comes to an end.

        Mother received a note and paper from Mr. Woodburn, also a book which she requested him to send. My surprise was great upon finding in the mail a package directed to me and postmarked 'Columbia, 'So. Carolina. Upon opening it I found a very pretty copy of Childe Harold with the words written on the fly leaf through the respect of a friend". I was sorry to have the book from him, but of course it was not to be helped.

        I forgot to mention that Mother received Uncle Moses' cards two weeks ago, today she had a letter from Miss Clark.

Monday, October 1st / 60--

        I have begun the month badly, I was so weak this morning when I first rose, that I was obliged to go to bed again. I dressed myself after drinking a cup of coffee and been sewing all the morning, still I feel very badly and am scarcely able to stand up. I am waiting rather impatiently for the mail, and to make the time pass more quickly I am going down to the spring.

Tuesday, Oct. 2nd--

        Mother received a letter from Father yesterday, he says that he expects to leave about the 5th or 6th of the month and that we will probably be in Vicksburg about the 15th. I was disappointed in not receiving a letter from


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anyone, much to my surprise, however, I had some poetry from Mr. Woodburn.

        In one of her letters Mother jestingly asked Father how he would like a minister for a son in law, he answered her remark in earnest, he said, "Whenever Sarah marries, which I hope may not be before she is twenty years old, I should prefer that her husband be engaged in some active out of doors business, not that I object particularly to a parson, except that I suppose she will take an interest in her husband's profession and I think it best that her mind should be turned from metaphysics to which I think she is rather too much inclined.

        Neither my Father nor Mother have a cause to fear lest I should make an unwise choice, for I intend to pass a single life and to prove false the sentence "If matrimony have many trials, celibacy has no pleasures". This is not a romantic maiden's vow, but it tis a conclusion to which I have come after sober thought. I think it would be wrong for me to marry, my health, or more properly my constitution is too feeble to sustain the burden which a wife and Mother must bear. I know too well the disappointments attendant upon a feeble constitution to wish to entail them upon another generation sprung from me.

        A Miss Lizzie Keany came here this morning she has been sick nearly two months, and had to be carried to her room. She lives in Jackson, Miss. but went to spend her vacation with one of the Miss Edmondson's of Spring place, she was taken sick the day after her arrival, and has been confined to her room ever since.

Wednesday, Oct. 10th--

        Father came yesterday morning, I was so much delighted, we all (all of us children) walked nearly up to the store to meet him, and at every turn of the fence we wished that a buggy would come in sight, we had turned


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back, and were standing at the branch throwing stones in the water when a vehicle with two horses turned the corner, there was a lady in black in it and I concluded that it was Miss Edmondson, but as the Carriage approached nearer I saw that it was Pa and Miss Annie Horne. Miss Annie returned home last night.

        This morning after breakfast Father took all of us except Georgie and went to walk, intending to try to go to where they are picking chestnuts out in the mountains. We walked about five miles and back, making ten in all. I never should have thought I could walk so far, we were back to dinner at one o'clock, we gathered about a gallon of chestnuts, but did not go to where they are very plenty.

        Monday night the weather turned quite cold, and last night we expected frost, it is now warmer.

Saturday, Oct 13th /60--

        Oh! the weather is so cold. I have been shivering nearly all day, the sky looks gray and cold and the sun has not shone today.

        I would not very much care for the weather, disagreeable as it is, were it not that Father is suffering a great deal with the rheumatism, he was taken yesterday morning, and could not lie down at all last night, he was in such pain; Thursday evening we went up on the mountain, all of us went except John, we had a delightful time, and I went to bed thinking how much I should enjoy a few more such rambles with Pa, but in the morning how sad to find him suffering.

        Miss Mary Vernon, a sister of Mrs. Loughmiller's, came here on Tuesday. Father thinks it was carrying George up the mountain and then sitting down in the cool air that brought on this attack, he did not carry George but a little way, but that was very steep.


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        Here is some poetry I found in an old collection of Mrs. Loughmiller's.--

On the death of the Ettrick Sheperd--


                         When first, descending from the morelands,
                         I saw the stream of Yarrow glide
                         Along a bare and open valley,
                         The Ettrick Shepard was my guide.


                         When last along its banks I wandered,
                         Thro' leaves which had begun to shed
                         Their golden leaves upon the pathways
                         My steps the Border Minstrel led.


                         The mighty minstrel breathes no longer,
                         'Mid mouldering ruins low he lies;
                         And death upon the braes of Yarrow
                         Has closed the Shepard-Poet's eyes.


                         Nor has the rolling year twice measured
                         From sign to sign his steadfast course,
                         Since every mortal power of Coleridge,
                         Was frozen at its marvelous source.


                         The rapt one, of the Godlike forehead,
                         The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth,
                         And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,
                         Has vanished from his lonely hearth.


                         Like clouds that rake the mountain summits,
                         Or waves that own no curbing hand,
                         How fast has brother followed brother
                         From sunshine to the sunless land!


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                         Yet I whose lids from infant slumbers
                         Were earlier raised, remain to hear
                         A timid voice which asks in whispers,
                         "Who next will drop and disappear?"


                         Our haughty life is crowned with darkness,
                         Like London with its own black wreath,
                         On which with thee, O Crabbe, forthlooking
                         I gazed from Hempstead's breezy heath;


                         As it but yesterday departed,
                         Thou too art gone before; yet why
                         For ripe fruit seasonably gathered,
                         Should frail survivors heave a sigh?


                         No more of old romantic sorrows
                         For slaughtered youth and love-lorn maid;
                         With sharper grief is Yarrow smitten,
                         And Ettrick mourns with her their shepherd dead.

        I think the above lines are beautiful, they breathe such a sense of subdued sorrow, not passionate like Byron, but seeming just like what I should imagine Wordsworth to be.

Thursday, Oct. 18th--

        Father is getting better, he has been free from pain for several days but is very weak, Mother thinks he has had the broken bone fever and not the rheumatism.

        Miss Lizzie Keeney and Miss Mary Vernon went away yesterday, I was rather sorry to part with Miss Lizzie, she is a very pleasant young lady.


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        We expect to go away Monday, I am almost sorry to leave here we have spent such a quiet, pleasant summer that I hate to go back to the noise and bustle of the town, I hate to take up again the burden of working life, after such a respite from care as I have had for the last two months, still I wish to go to studying again for I feel more than ever before my great ignorance in all that pertains to the knowledge of a student. I know nothing of the sciences and no language except my own and a little of the latin, then there are accomplishments, music, which is almost necessary and drawing and painting, which I dearly love. Ah! I have much, very much to learn.

        We are still having cold weather, we have had two heavy frosts, the side of the mountain looks beautiful now, bright red and yellow leaves are intermixed with the dark pines, and the lively green of some trees which have not yet begun to turn.

        Mrs. Loughmiller, her sister, Mr. Henry and all of us went up the mountain Tuesday. We went early in the morning and staid until nearly three o'clock, we enjoyed ourselves very much, we took a cold dinner along and roasted some potatoes in a great fire which we made on the mountain top.

        If Pa had been able to have gone our pleasure would have been without alloy.

Vicksburg--Friday, Oct. 26th--

        We have arrived at Vicksburg once more, how long to remain I know not. We left Cohuttah last Monday, met Mrs. Horne's Family at Dalton, and came through to V. only stopping one night at Chattanooga.

        From Chattanooga to Stevenson I was in a continual ecstasy, once before when I passed along there two years since, I was delighted with the prospect of lofty mountains and charming valleys clad in living green and radiant in the sunlight of a bright July morning, and again when we went to Georgia, how beautiful were the blue mountains in the soft moonlight, but now more beautiful than vernal green or shadowy moonlight forms, were the lofty mountains


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covered with the brilliant hues of Autumn, and the lovely valley of the Tennessee where all the colors of the mountain were seen, only more subdued, and rendered still more beautiful by the long grey moss which hung from the giant trees, and then the view in the distance, how beautiful, nay entrancing it was, it seemed as if I could gaze for ever upon its still, peaceful beauty, and while admiring this charming prospect a mist arose from the river and covering the valley gradually enfolded the mountains leaving only the peaks visible. It was like the veil of an Eastern beauty which "half concealing half revealing" but increases her charms.

        After we left Stevenson we saw many beautiful groves and passed along some pretty places but we saw no more such scenery as that of which I first spoke.

        All day Tuesday and Tuesday night we were on the cars stopping only for meals which we eat hurriedly and then hastened on again arrived at Jackson the next morning nearly at noon. We had time to wash off some of the dust and cinders get dinner, and then embarking on the freight train we came on to Vicksburg where we arrived at dark. Here we were met by Mr. Green, who told as the sad tidings that Mr. Horne was sick, confined to his bed. Poor Mrs. Horne was greatly agitated. Father procured her a skiff and Mr. Green accompanied her over to De Soto where she found Mr. Horne much better but not able to go out, he has continued to improve but Saturday and Sunday he was thought unable to live.

        Miss Annie Lamar and the children came home with us, they have been here ever since for their house is being painted and they cannot sleep there.

        Uncle Moses and his wife are here, at least in Vicksburg, they are boarding at the Washington Hotel, they were here nearly a week before we came. I went down to see Aunt Jane yesterday, Mother was too much fatigued to go, and


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she and Uncle Moses came up here to see us in the afternoon. I found myself calling her Miss Clark very frequently. I do not think she is looking at all well; she has brought out all the fashions with her and is dressed very fashionably but neatly and very gracefully.

        Willie has come on and has left for Louisiana, he has taken away one of his mules which we had for the carriage and bought another so as to have a team, he has gone to work. I felt so much disappointed when I heard that he had gone, we miss him very much.

        We found Uncle Dole's cards awaiting us when we arrived here, he send one to Mr. and Mrs. Wadley and Family and then another envelope for me, I was very much gratified. I think so much of such little things.

        I cannot take lessons from Mr. Burr any longer, they say he is an abolitionist, at any rate, he has not come back, and his house is for sale, he sent a young man here to teach his school, but he did not get one scholar, and the people paid his expenses back to the North as he had no money; it is said that Mr. Burr took a negro girl on with him whom he had previously bought and taught to read.

        There is a great excitement here concerning the coming election. God grant that it may not be the cause of breaking up our glorious Union, but still the Union is but a name, there is no concord, no real heart Union any longer. The Abolitionists have sowed the seeds of dissension and insurrection among us, those seeds are fast ripening and a blood harvest seems impending; they have burnt our homesteads, killed our citizens, and incited our servants to poison us, think they that we will submit to continual disturbances, oft repeated wrongs, much longer, no! they shout Freedom and Union, but they would take away our freedom and give it to the negro, they would sap the foundations of that Union which our ancestors labored amid bloodshed and


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tyranny to found. We can no longer claim them as brothers, I shudder to contemplate a civil war. New England is the birthplace of my Father and of myself, amid its hills lie buried the remains of my cherished Aunt, of many ancestors, yet dear as is its soil to me never can I claim Friendship with those who have contemplated my country's ruin. Better far for us would be civil war than this dreadful incubus which hangs over us now, this continual wrangling and bitter malediction with which we are persecuted.

        Oh! may our countrymen see our wrongs ere it is too late, may they retrace their course ere they plunge themselves into a gulf of ruin from which they cannot escape. The North has more towns and villages, she has a greater population, but Southerners when called to fight for their homes, for their liberty will they not prove superior to fanatics whose zeal will soon cool, and whose sober reason (if reason they have) will tell them they are impolitic as well as wicked? Besides, the North is not all filled with Abolitionists, there are some true hearts left.

Tuesday, Oct. 30th--

        I have been confined to my bed since Saturday, and am very weak now, I ought not to be writing, but I have just finished my solitary supper and feel so quiet up here that I cannot help writing a little bit.

        Mr. Horne was to have come here yesterday but his wife persuaded him to remain quiet a week longer, his family are still here. Oh! 'tis impossible for me to attempt to write I must put down the pen and go to bed.

Wednesday, Nov. 6th--

        We are a little more settled than we were when I wrote here last. Mr. Horne has come over & his family have gone to their house. Father has been to Munroe once, returned, and gone again, he will bring Willie back with him Sunday. Mother has decided that we are not to go to school this winter, I am


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disappointed but must try and improve as much as possible in my music and drawing; I am to take music lessons from Mr. Nocepelius, a german who formerly taught in Savannah. Mr. Eaton has gone to New Orleans, a lady told me a few days ago that he said the reason he went was because he wanted to attend the opera in the evening, he had no amusement here except to go and see the young ladies and as he could not do that without its being reported he was going to marry them, he had nothing for amusement. Though not a speech for a gentleman to make it is characteristic of Mr. Eaton, who is both conceited and indolent.

        I wrote a letter to Miss Julia Rucker before leaving Cohuttah which I was so careless as to mislay so I must write again, I want to do it this evening but it is getting so dark that I do not think I can, how quickly the twilight comes now, winter is here, but I can scarcely believe it. I feel as if the winter is strange and often my mind reverts to last winter as a time long past, more a dream than reality.

        This is election day but we have not been disturbed by noise in this part of the town, everything has been quiet thus far.

Saturday, Nov. 10th /--

        Tomorrow Father and Willie will come, how glad I shall be. I have been hard at work sweeping and dusting this morning and feel quite tired. I am so easily fatigued, perhaps if I took more exercise of this kind I might stronger.

        I really do not know why I opened my journal this morning, for I having nothing to write, the great news of the day is that Lincoln is elected, and South Carolina is in a state of great excitement. I hope it will all end well.

        We are having very pleasant weather, I am sitting with my windows open and I hear a bird singing from the mulberry trees outside.

Saturday, Nov. 17th / 60--


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        Willie has come and gone, he and Father came over Monday morning, and we were all delighted to see them, especially Georgie, he came to the door and would not let Pa kiss him hardly, but said where is my brother Willie, when he saw Willie coming up the street with his high boots on, the saddlebags over his arm and his beard long, he would not believe that it was his "Brother Willie" but ran away from him; he soon became accustomed to him however, and was on his knee or in his arms almost all the time.

        Monday was the twentieth anniversary of Father and Mother's marriage, and to celebrate it, they invited Mr. Horne's family, Aunt Jane and Dr. Young to dine with us. Uncle Moses was obliged to go over the river.

        Willie looked in better health than when he left Cohuttah, but was rather thin, he is very much pleased with the country out there, likes it a great deal better than Vicksburg. Father has taken him into partnership with him the firm is "Wm Wadley & Son" contractors for grading.



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