humor and good nature of our Dutch Kentuckian has enlivened us much. He cracked his jokes all around, but leveled the heaviest of his fire on the poor Scot, whom he almost used up -- he was dumbfounded, silenced, cowed.
Sunday, Octo. 11th, 1835
Left Charleston at 3 a.m. I was not called up until the other passengers were dressed, owing to the stupid negligence of the clown who acted as barkeeper. The driver shouting, and railing about waiting for one passenger so long. He is a savage, insolent fellow -- and the only one of the description that we have had on the journey. My compagnons de voyage are now reduced to the Kentuckian and Farish; a young man from the Salines rides on the outside, and we had 3 decent black boys inside for 12 miles to Cool Bridge, going to pay a Sunday visit.
Breakfasted at Morris's, 50 cts. Had a long grace said by a truculent-looking Baptist, which the landlord, I was told, also professed to be, and the rascal made us pay 50 cents apiece for a bad breakfast, whilst the man from the Salines only paid 25 cts. This, our new companion told us, and I learn it is the common practice all through the mountains, to make the same distinction between stage passengers and other travellers. This is a vile imposition, which will be corrected only by competition. Our new companion very talkative and not unpleasant; but we are dull. We all think and talk of the interesting company we have just left. The Kentuckian is as much pleased with them as I -- says she is a first-rate lady. He had made a bet with her, of a big apple, which she was to go home with him to receive if he lost, against a quart of buttermilk, his favorite drink, which he was to go to New Orleans to receive. He says the first thing he will do when he gets home will be to put up a barrel of his best apples and send to them.
Arrived at Guyandotte at 2 o'clock, in time for dinner. Here we wait for a boat to take us down the river. The Ohio is rising rapidly, and they may be expected every hour.
On looking back at the incidents of the last 5 days, there is much to cause reflection, as there has been to excite. The roads were good; the accommodations, on the whole, good; my health excellent; my spirits also good, as they generally are in a stage coach; our company has been delightful -- but here I am, at the end of my journey (that is, across Virginia), without one of the companions that I set out with! What a picture of the wayfare of human life!
8 o'clock p.m. -- The steamboat Tuscumbia came up and landed a number of passengers -- among them Henry Brooke and a Mr. Tabb, of Richmond, on their return from the Northwest, where they had been to buy lands. They left Richmond, 11 August, by the way of New York and the Lakes. Brooke in fine