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ported heretofore as growing in the open ground ripe the 

 middle of January. 



Below New Orleans are some of the most beautiful 

 orange groves imaginable ; where I wandered amid bu- 

 shels of fallen and rotting fruit of the most delicious 

 kind, during "cholera times," all untasted and unheeded. 



By the bye, I took a small touch of that same cholera 

 myself. It didn't kill me, though. It's nothing when you 

 get used to it. 



This town, Plaquemine, is situated upon the point 

 where the bayou of that name leaves the river. It con- 

 tains some seven or eight hundred inhabitants, and what 

 is very unusual in this country, a pretty fair quality of 

 a tavern in the "Planters' Hotel," and for aught I know, 

 one or two other of the same kind. 



This bayou is the gate to the Attakapas country, and 

 thitherward, at this time, goeth much water and many 

 steamboats. 



Speeking of steamboats, there has upwards of thirty 

 of them passed this point within the last ten hours. Some 

 of those downward bound are loaded with cotton down to 

 the guards, and a leetle below. And lest I should load 

 your columns at the same rate, I will just belay here. 



Yours, &c. 



Solon Robinson, 

 "Travelling Correspondent of the American 

 Agriculturist." 



Frost and Snow at New Orleans. 



[New York American Agriculturist, 8:125-26; Apr., 1849] 



[February 16, 1849] 



Last night was one of the most severe that has been 

 experienced here since March, 1833, when all the orange 

 trees on the coast of the Mississippi were killed. The 

 same calamity has undoubtedly befallen them now. Day 

 before yesterday was very mild and pleasant. No fires 

 were needed. In the night, the wind came out north, 



