Describes his journey by stagecoach from Oxford to Swinford. Transcription: Diarhea, produced he believes by Wurzbach ?s sour German wine. 10. Saturday. Said Good bye to Neithrop folks, then to rail, George [Bolton] accompanying. Good bye to him, and off for Oxford, starting about 2 1/2. Ice cold weather spite of the wintry sun-shine, snow hid country. Oxford, at the close of its market day. Up to the High Street, rustic boy carrying carpet bag, sturdy farmers about, and raw militia men staring open mouthed at me, or commenting in their broad innocent dialect. To Levi Greatbatch ?s china shop
Describes his journey by stagecoach from Oxford to Swinford. Transcription: Diarhea, produced he believes by Wurzbach ?s sour German wine. 10. Saturday. Said Good bye to Neithrop folks, then to rail, George [Bolton] accompanying. Good bye to him, and off for Oxford, starting about 2 1/2. Ice cold weather spite of the wintry sun-shine, snow hid country. Oxford, at the close of its market day. Up to the High Street, rustic boy carrying carpet bag, sturdy farmers about, and raw militia men staring open mouthed at me, or commenting in their broad innocent dialect. To Levi Greatbatch ?s china shop. Had tea with him, and two children, one a very pretty little girl. Fun with the children for half an hour, telling ?em childr stories and making ?em laugh; then off inside coach for Swinford. A cold, clear night, icy wind blowing, deep snow lying on the roads, and the country. There good humored youngish countrywomen my fellow travellers. Some rough country fellows tried to hitch on behind, and quite a belligerent scene occurred when our coachman got down to remonstrate with ?em. I believe they snowballed the ?ǣoutsides ? subsequently. Five miles past, and I ?m put down at Swinford farm, and the noise of the coach-wheels crunching over the snow dy dies away Witney wards. I find only Mr & Mrs Franklin, the family being out. They welcome me frankly enow, and I sit and cultivate the acquaintance of a small sturdy boy, a grand child of Mr Franklins. I feel hower cold & strange, and am not sorry to get to bed, and to thoughts of Chacombe. 11. Sunday. To Eynsham church with Mr Franklin, calling for Till ?ǣTilly ? [Jenkins] at her kind old Grandmothers by the way. She has been here for two weeks, and I think dull ones. We sit in a spacious pew, up-stairs, between the arch springing from the columns. Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 7, page 20, February 9-11, 1855 . 9 February 1855. Gunn, Thomas Butler, 1826-1903
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