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feet. This was the eighth time I had been overturned, and 
never did I escape so cheap as on this occasion. As none of the 
other gentlemen were injured, we could happily laugh at our 
accident. The carriage was somewhat damaged, and since we 
were only four miles distant from Lewis’s, and had very fine 
weather, a true spring day, with clear dark-blue sky, we went the 
rest of the way on foot. 
We passed several wigwams and temporary Indian huts, in 
which the men lived with the hogs, and lay around the fire with 
them. A hut of this description is open in front, behind it is 
closed with pieces of wood and bark. The residents live on 
roasted venison and Indian corn. The hides of the deer, and 
even of cattle, they stretch out to dry in the sun, and then sell 
them. At one hut, covered with cane leaves, there was venison 
roasting, and bacon smoking. The venison is cut in pieces, and 
spitted on a cane stalk, many such stalks lie upon two blocks 
near each other. Under these the fire is kindled, and the stalk 
continually turned round, till the flesh is dried through. Upon 
this is laid a hurdle made of cane which rests on four posts. To 
this are all the large pieces suspended. The hams of bacon are 
laid upon the hurdle so that the smoke may draw through them. 
The grass in many parts of the woods was in a blaze, and many 
pine trees were burning. We crossed two small streams, the 
Great and Little Uchee, on tolerable wooden bridges. Between 
three and four o’clock in the afternoon we reached Lewis’s, a 
handsome house, the best that we had found in the Indian terri¬ 
tory. We took here an excellent dinner. We ate daily of the 
best of venison. In Fort Mitchel we had eaten partridges, of 
which the officers in one day took fifty-seven in the morning, 
and forty-six in the evening, in their nets. For the singularity 
of the thing, I will notice our dinner of to-day, that the inquisi¬ 
tive reader may observe that one is in no danger of hunger on 
the lands of the Indians: soup of turnips, roast-beef, a roast-tur¬ 
key, venison with a kind of sour sauce, roast-chickens, and pork 
with sweet potatoes. 
On the 2d of January we rode thirty-one miles to Walker’s, 
also a solitary plantation. The country hilly, the road bad to 
such a degree that we could only creep along in the most tedious 
manner, and were obliged to proceed on foot very often. The 
wood on the other hand grew better and better, and consisted, 
besides the pines, of handsome oaks, and various sorts of nut¬ 
bearing trees, mostly hickories: the soil, for the most part, of a 
reddish yellow. In several marshy places, and on the banks of 
rivulets, we saw again the evergreen trees and bushes, and in a 
swamp nearly a mile long, through which a causeway ran, some 
magnolia grandiflora which were at least sixty feet high; I also 
