Tuesday, January 24, 1837
Breakfast, 50 cents. Passenger from Columbia to Augusta, a Mr. Hope of the house of -----; said he had been the clerk of Nat. Richards. Arrived at Augusta about 1 o'clock.
Paid fare to Columbus, Ga., $22. Extra for baggage, $10. Barber and tailor, 25 cents.
Left Augusta about 4 o'clock. At the tavern we took in three new passengers, two of them Mr. and Mrs. Bradford of Mobile. But finding we had a very heavy mail at the post office, they were required to remain, and we went on with only Bunn, Taliaferro and myself, and a Mr. Ward, a stage agent. Supper, 50 cents.
Before reaching Ward's house, the stage sunk into a swamp, where we left her and walked on to the stand. Another stage was sent on, which took off the baggage, and we again proceeded.
Wednesday, January 25, 1837
Passed the village of Sparta, a dirty place. The tavern a perfect receptacle of filth. Breakfast at Milledgeville. A poor, paltry looking place. The tavern the vilest, dirtiest place that I have yet seen. The capitol is an imposing looking building, of the mixed Gothic order, but the grounds and offices around it rude and neglected. The whole makes a bad impression upon a traveller.
Supped at the little town of Macon. Here Mr. Bunn stopt, and Taliaferro and myself had the stage alone.
Breakfast, 50 cents. Supper, 50 cents.
Thursday, January 26, 1837
Breakfasted at a roadside tavern, kept by one Williams, about 10 o'clock. Passed the new village Talbaton. After riding twenty-five miles, stopt at Hurd's, where they wished us to dine, but we declined. Here we took in four young ladies, going ten miles to pay a visit, two of them Misses Hurd, a Miss Kilgour, and a Miss Almira Elizabeth Smith, a very pretty and chatty young lady, with whom I became sociable. She told me she is a niece of Judge Richard Ellis of Texas, and that she had a brother killed about six months ago by the falling of a tree across the road as he was riding on horseback.
Arrived about 8 o'clock at Columbus, in Georgia; another vile, dirty place, where we got a poor supper. All the taverns that I have seen in Georgia, except at Augusta, are execrable. Here I was again subjected to the imposition of $10 for my extra baggage from this to Montgomery, a distance of about ninety miles.
Enquired for a steamboat to Apalachicola, and could we have got one going down the next day, we would have gone that way to Mobile. But there was none ready, so we were obliged to take the road again, and submit to all their impositions.