. Incidents of western travel [electronic resource]: in a series of letters. ena hearty laugh; and all taking things very quietly,till a Mississippi Judge, who lay under BrotherOwen and another, began to make signs of dis-tress. The point of egress was small, and relief tothe Judge, like the good time coming, was slowin its approaches. Finally we were all out—nonebroken or bruised: the driver made his apology,we righted the wagon, resumed our seats, androde uneasily the rest of that stage. To increaseapprehension, we found out that our driver wasunacquainted with the road, and was nearly blind
. Incidents of western travel [electronic resource]: in a series of letters. ena hearty laugh; and all taking things very quietly,till a Mississippi Judge, who lay under BrotherOwen and another, began to make signs of dis-tress. The point of egress was small, and relief tothe Judge, like the good time coming, was slowin its approaches. Finally we were all out—nonebroken or bruised: the driver made his apology,we righted the wagon, resumed our seats, androde uneasily the rest of that stage. To increaseapprehension, we found out that our driver wasunacquainted with the road, and was nearly put a man with eyes by his side, and after INCIDENTS OF WESTERN TRAVEL. 233 many outs and ins, we reached Grenada. Fromthis point there were two routes, one by Memphis,the other by Oxford and Holly Springs. A coun-cil was held: Brother Owen concluded to lie overtill morning and take the Memphis route: the restof us determined to adhere to the original went to bed, and we took the stage. The inci-dents of that night and the next two days demandspecial 234 INCIDENTS OE WESTERN TRAVEL. LETTER XXVIII. REALTZATION OF FOREBODINGS—PERSEVERANCE REWARDED ALMOST A DINNER—DISTRESSING CASUALTIES HOLLY SPRINGS. On going out to take our places, we found aregular coach; and if the good people of Grenadahad not given us such terrible accounts of theroad, we should have felt ourselves greatly im-proved in circumstances. We were assured oftrouble, and verily we found it. The night wasdark, the road one long mud-hole, the driver new,unacquainted with the teams, timid withal, and innine hours we travelled sixteen miles. After a gooddeal of muttering and complaint^ of regret thatthis route was chosen, and many evil prophecies ofdelay, failures to connect, and so on, we resignedourselves to the chances, and went to the darkness, by and by, there was a jolt, and acrash, and a dead pause. Whats the matter now? INCIDENTS OF WESTERN TRAVEL. 235 Get out, gentlemen, a
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