The Swamp Doctor's Adventures in The South-West: Containing the Whole of The Louisiana Swamp Doctor; Streaks of Squatter Life; and Far-Western Scenes; In a Series of Forty-Two Humorous Southern and Western Sketches, Descriptive of Incidents and CharacterRobb, John S.
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The Swamp Doctor's Adventures in The South-West: Containing the Whole of The Louisiana Swamp Doctor; Streaks of Squatter Life; and Far-Western Scenes; In a Series of Forty-Two Humorous Southern and Western Sketches, Descriptive of Incidents and Character
Robb, John S.
Southwest, Old -- Social life and customs
It wanted but an hour to sundown when we reached the place where it was
optional with me, either to go the longer route by the bayou, or save
several miles by cutting across the bend of the stream, having, however,
to swim “Pleurisy slough” if I did so.
The path across was quite obscure, and it would be dark by the time we
crossed; but the negro declared he knew every inch of the way, and as
saving distance was a serious consideration, I determined to try it and
“Pleurisy slough.”
Taking a drink to warm me, for the dew that had commenced to fall was
quite chilling, I gave one to the negro, not noticing the wild sparkle
of his eye or the exhilaration of his manner.
We pressed on eagerly, I ahead as long as the path lasted; but it giving
out at the edge of the back water, it became necessary for the negro to
precede and pilot the way.
I followed him mechanically for some distance, relying on his intimate
knowledge of the swamp, our steeds making but slow progress through the
mud and water.
When we entered the swamp I had remarked that the sun was in our faces;
and great was my astonishment, when we had travelled some time, on
glancing my eye upwards to see if it had left the tree-tops, to perceive
its last beams directly at my back, the very reverse of what it should
have been. Thinking perhaps that it was some optical illusion, I
consulted the moss on the trees, and its indication was that we were
taking the back track. I addressed the negro very sharply for having
misled me, when, instead of excusing himself, he turned on me his
hideous countenance and chuckled the low laugh of drunkenness. I saw
that I had given him too much brandy for his weak brain, and that he was
too far gone to be of any assistance to me in finding the way.
Mine was a pleasant situation truly. To return home would be as bad as
to endeavour to go on; it would be night at any rate before I could get
out of the swamp; and after it fell, as there was no moon, it would be
dangerous to travel, as the whole country was full of lakes and sloughs,
and we might be precipitated suddenly into one of them, losing our
animals if not being drowned ourselves.
It was evident that I would have to pass the night in the swamp, my only
companion the drunken dwarf. I had nothing to eat, and no weapons to
protect myself if assailed by wild beasts; but the swamp was high enough
to preclude the attack of anything but an alligator, and their bellow
was resounding in too close proximity to be agreeable.
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