--Ludicrous situation of a man, drawing his chaise
down a sloping bank, to wash in the river. The chaise got the better of
him, and, rushing downward as if it were possessed, compelled him to run
at full speed, and drove him up to his chin into the water. A singular
instance, that a chaise may run away with a man without a horse!
Saturday, August 12th.--Left Augusta a week ago this morning for ------.
Nothing particular in our drive across the country. Fellow-passenger a
Boston dry-goods dealer, travelling to collect bills. At many of the
country shops he would get out, and show his unwelcome visage. In the
tavern, prints from Scripture, varnished and on rollers,--such as the
Judgment of Christ; also a droll set of colored engravings of the story
of the Prodigal Son, the figures being clad in modern costume,--or, at
least, that of not more than half a century ago. The father, a grave,
clerical person, with a white wig and black broadcloth suit; the son,
with a cocked hat and laced clothes, drinking wine out of a glass, and
caressing a woman in fashionable dress.
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