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
Just as the sun was setting I reached the “Tensas,” striking it at
the “point,” to the owner of which, Mr. C--------, I had a letter of
introduction. He received me very hospitably, and was profuse in his
offers of assistance, both by employing me himself, and favourably
recommending me to his friends.
The night passed off, and the next morning Mr. C------ and myself
started to visit the other families to whom I had letters of
introduction and recommendation; not two hundred yards from the house,
it became necessary to cross what was called the “Island shoot.” The
current was running swiftly, and it was nearly swimming. My companion,
better acquainted with the passage, forded it safely; but in following,
my steed got astride of a submerged log, and down we both went, head and
ears, under the muddy waters. I determined, if possible, not to dissolve
the union between horse and rider, and therefore held on to him, and at
length he scrambled out. I was thoroughly drenched, but I knew at the
outset it would never do to appear to mind such an accident before an
“old swamper,” like Mr. C------, and therefore joined him in his hearty
laugh at the dolesome plight of myself and horse. To make the matter
worse, I had only the suit of clothes I wore along, and was constrained
to borrow a change of apparel. I am above the average size, and both
Mr. C------ and his overseer were considerably under; so a proper
appreciation can be had of the nature of the fit. Laying off my cloth, I
donned a suit of “swamp broad-cloth,”--yellow linsey--which clove to my
proportions as if it were an integral portion of my frame. This time
we had better luck crossing the “shoot,” and after spending the day,
visiting the neighbours, and making arrangements for securing the
practice, we returned to the “point.” My unique appearance created a
good deal of mirth and remark during the day; but as I laughed with the
loudest, ridicule was soon despoiled of his shaft, and my indifference
at what would have affected the majority of young men, very sensibly
raised me proportionately high in the opinion of the “swampers.”
The encouragement I had received, I thought sufficient to warrant me in
locating there; so the next morning I started, on my return, to procure
a horse, and have my books and medicines brought to my new home. The
settlement I designed locating in, was a very new one, the majority of
the residents holding their lands merely by pre-emption claims, little
of the country having been offered for sale by “Uncle Sam.” There was
but one frame house in the whole settlement, the dwellings with that
exception being composed of logs, some with the bark yet on them, others
of split trees, whilst a few, by their squared appearance, gave evidence
of the broad-axe, and a greater degree of refinement in their occupants.
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