Regarding accepting an invitation from Oliver Kellam and his friends to accompany them on horseback from Mammoth Cave to Louisiana. Transcription: fellows for comrades and entertainers was tempting. On the other hand there was the excessive protraction of my ramble, already much longer than contemplated, letting work drift for a season &c. But inclination got the better of duty, I ? who never look half so much as I should do at disagreables beleaguering the path leading to the desired end, unwisely enough, agreed to go. My inviters, (I hade to keep them company, as it proved for close upon a
Regarding accepting an invitation from Oliver Kellam and his friends to accompany them on horseback from Mammoth Cave to Louisiana. Transcription: fellows for comrades and entertainers was tempting. On the other hand there was the excessive protraction of my ramble, already much longer than contemplated, letting work drift for a season &c. But inclination got the better of duty, I ? who never look half so much as I should do at disagreables beleaguering the path leading to the desired end, unwisely enough, agreed to go. My inviters, (I hade to keep them company, as it proved for close upon a month,) are these. Oliver Kellam, a good-looking manly-fellow, who might sit for a portrait of Tom Jones. He has brown hair, grey eyes, white teeth, (which a hearty laugh shows pleasantly,) and a hasty disposition, and curses very energetically when in a passion. Withal he ?s a very frank generous impulsive sort of fellow, who may in life do much good, or ill. A Louisianian born, he is ward to a grandfather, and will be in part, his heir, to plantation and negroes. He played the devil at college, then travelled three years in Europe, the East, and Africa, from which expedition he has not returned over six months. One of his companions in this was another of my inviters, Keene Richards. Rather slender in shape, with a keen face, and full large eyes; ? I at first scarcely noticed his worth, and good claims to respect and liking. A just, self respecting fellow, who never swears, drinks naught but temperance liquors, and controls his temper admirably. He ?s a lover of horses, and has imported three Arabs, with J Ross Browne ?s ?ǣYusef ? to attend on them, who is now in Louisiana. Believes in Spiritual Knockings, and that he is a medium. Altogether you begin by respecting, end by liking him. Maurice Keene, his cousin, and the remaining one of the party, reminds me in many things of George Bolton. Not that he has Georges imaginative, melancholy temperament, but in his practical, e
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