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Articles taken to the swamp, Nov. 16, 1835
Three pairs socks, 1 cotton close shirt, 1 flannel shirt, 2 linen shirts, 1 vest, 1 pair cloth pants, 1 pair cotton drawers, 1 pair flannel drawers, 6 collars, pencil, writing materials, 1 load sugar, pepper, coffee, salt, 40 lbs. ship bread, 1 ham, bacon, 1 black stock, comb, tooth brush, 3 pocket handkerchiefs, 2 blankets, 1 horse blanket, 1 towel, 1 tin cup, 1 tin pan, 1 frying pan, 1 hobble, man saddle, bridle, martingale, 1 pocket compass, 1 spoon, 1 can knife, 1 pocket knife, 1 pistol, 1 double-barreled gun, India rubber coat, pants and cap, 1 casinet jacket, 1 watch, 2 pair saddle bags, 1 pair shoes.
Mississippi description of the growth on the land entered: white oak, black oak, holly, sasafras, black gum, black hickory, papaw, spice wood -- few. T14 R4 LE 38 SW 49 17 S: 18 NE : 20
Wednesday, Nov. 11, 1835
Fine, clear morning; wind from northwest, and cold. Very like our Virginia weather. Preparing for Clinton. Our raftsman gave us some information which determined me to enter some land at once. This delayed my departure until half past 2 o'clock. This is the great day with the military; they have been out all the morning, and their songs and music are ringing in my ears. I am sorry to leave them, but business must be attended to. They are to have a ball tonight, and as I should not be at it, I shall escape the noise and confusion.
Rode twelve miles to Cowan's, on the road to Clinton, where I slept. A Mr. Samuel L. Moore, of Hinds County, and a Mr. Campbell, of Madison, also slept there; decent people. Mrs. Cowan -- a little derange -- at times, but now tolerably rational. She prepared supper and sat at table, but looks and talks silly. Had a brother concerned with the Vicksburg gamblers, which is said to have aggravated what was before an unsettled state of mind. Coarse fare; $1.50.
Thursday, Nov. 12, 1835
Started after an early breakfast, in company with Mr. Moore, who I find to be a sensible and moral man. Suspected him to be pious, but not a word dropt from him of cant. He lives five miles from Clinton, and as we rode slowly it was