UP STREAM: ON THE RED EIYER. 



[MAGA. NOVEMBEB 1844.] 



I HAD come to New Orleans to be married, and the 

 knot once tied, there was little inducement for 

 my wife, myself, or any of our party, to remain in 

 that city. Indeed, had we been disposed to linger, 

 an account that was given us of the most unwelcome 

 of all visitors, the yellow fever, having knocked at 

 the doors of several houses in the Marigny suburb, 

 would have been sufficient to drive us away. For 

 my part, I was anxious to find myself in my now 

 comfortable home, and to show my new acquisition 

 namely, my wife to my friends above Baton 

 Rouge, well assured that the opinion of all would 

 be in favour of the choice I had made. By some 

 eccentric working of that curious machinery called 

 the mind, I was more thoughtful than a man is 

 usually supposed to be upon his wedding-day ; and 

 I received the congratulations of the guests, went 

 through the obligate breakfast, and the preparations 

 for departure, in a very automatical manner. I took 

 scarcely more note of the nine shots that were fired 



