on the Teche, below Franklin, but the steamboat Teche is expected every hour, and if I miss her I may not get another for a week, so I have to abandon both gratifications and wait here for the boat.
Sold my Spanish horse to Mr. Anderson, my landlord, for $36.50. Pretty well sold.
The hands of the steamboat have mutinied and some of them have left her above a Major Fusilier's plantation.
Dined with a Dr. Field, formerly of Virginia, a queer body. Present -- a Mr. Royston, also an old Virginian, now an Attakapas planter; a very picture of rosy health. Saw also a Mr. Saunders, a planter formerly of London County, Va.
Royston says the fair average crop of sugar in Attakapas is 1500 pounds to the acre, or one and a half hogsheads. Some planters make 3,000.
A Negro man at Winthrop Hardin's told that the following is the allowance there of food for the Negroes, per week:
1 lb. salt meat per hand;Royston says the following is a proper allowance:
1 bbl. corn per month,
Sam'l A. Marsteller of Virginia, was out here last winter, looking at lands; did not buy, but hired his slaves at Port Gibson.
Also a Mr. Carruthers from Rockbridge, Va., who they say was talkative and boastful, and left a bad impression behind him.
About 7 o'clock the steamboat Teche came down the river, and I took passage in her. Found on board Cady, Catlett and Fleury, Mr. and Mrs. Stone, Major Fusillier and his son, etc. Bill at Franklin, $2. Ten miles below Franklin Judge Baker and wife came on board. She is a daughter of the late James Patton, of Alexandria, D. C. They are hearty looking people, and their children look well. He says they have never been sick. From all that I saw and heard of Attakapas, my impressions are very favorable, as to fertility, healthfulness, and character of the people. The country, too, is pleasant. The Teche is a beautiful, placid stream. Fed from prairies. Never overflows and is always clear. Seldom rises more than two feet.
Thursday, May 5, 1836
Found ourselves this morning in Grand Lake, having left the Teche, through the Bayou Sorrel and Lake Chicot, and are now in Grand River, or Atchafalia. From the Atchafalia we passed into the Bayou Placquemine, which is twelve miles long, to the Mississippi. Entered the great Mississippi at the town of Placquemine,