Thursday, May 19, 1836
Met Geo. Willis, who is going up to Kentucky in company with Major Sam Lewis. Learned from him that his father has resigned his office, and gone to Virginia, and that R. Carmichael has also gone back.
Dined with Caldwell alone. Received from him a package of papers for his wife. He told me he was about to build a house for her in Fredricksburg, the lot to be purchased of Metcalfe. He has procured from the legislature of Louisiana an act of incorporation for this theater, baths and arcade, with banking privileges; capital, $100,000. Intended going to Europe this summer, but his business will not allow it; is determined to contract his business, and devote all his energies to drawing his vast concern into a compact form.
After dinner I went to the hospital to see G. W. French and Cantwell. The latter seems to be well satisfied; gets $30 per month and board. G. French has graduated, and is looking out for a place to practice. Speaks of Natchitoches. Anxious to make something, so as to be able to help his family.
Friday, May 20, 1836
No tidings yet of Triplett. My patience is wearing out fast.
In conversation with Lambeth this evening he said he had made a speculation in Texas lands with P. W. Grayson, and that if he could, by a sale of certain property, arrange his business to his satisfaction between this and the time of my going out in the fall, he might possibly risk a further sum in that country, with me. Although no positive promise was given, he left me under the strong hope that I should get some business from him.
Saturday, May 21, 1836
No tidings yet from Triplett, and being tired and ashamed of remaining in New Orleans, and unwilling to return home before his arrival, after waiting so long, I determined to run over to Mobile for a day or two. Took the railroad cars to the lake, and embarked on board the steamboat Merchant, Captain ----- Scuyler. Left wharf at 11 o'clock. Lake Pontchartrain is a beautiful sheet of water, and associated with an interesting portion of the late war. Passed the Rigolets while I was at dinner, and entered Lake Borgue. Had to stop in the night at Biloxi, to land passengers and goods, and in approaching the place we grounded. In carrying out an anchor, a man fell into the water; the noise made in giving orders recovering him aroused all the passengers, who in alarm ran on deck, fearing some disaster, but there was no hurt done. One poor lady in her fright ran into the gentlemen's cabin, in her night dress. In the morning we reached the wharf at Biloxi, and while landing freight I went ashore to see the place. It is a pretty rural village, built by citizens of New Orleans, mostly as a retreat in