Wishing to make all possible haste, we continued in the mail stage, instead of waiting till next day for the accommodation, so we started about 11 o'clock (one hour after time), with a very heavy mail, and the accession of two other passengers, a Midshipman Harris and a Mr. Williams.
Breakfast at Williams', 50 cents; supper at Columbus, 50 cents; fare to Montgomery, $10; extra for baggage, $10.
Friday, January 27, 1837
About two miles after the first change of horses, in crossing a swamp, not far from Euchee, over a vile Indian bridge of poles, the stage and horses sunk through, and, owing to the slipping of the poles, it being very wet and freezing, they could not move it. We took off the baggage and mail, but all in vain. The driver then took a horse and went for help, and the passengers walked back to the change house, kept by one Mangum, where we dried our feet and clothes, and got breakfast. In getting out of the swamp we all got wet, having to wade some distance, and the cold was so intense that our clothes froze still. The ice stood thick on my greatcoat, long after I got to the fire in the house. About 10 o'clock, the driver and his aids having got the stage out, and all things fixed, we proceeded.
Today we passed over the ground of the Indian depredations last spring, and saw numerous traces of the war, in burnt houses, recent graves, and bleaching bones.[ 1] We are now in the midst of what was recently the Indian Nation, which extended from Flint River, in Georgia, to Line Creek, about twenty miles from Montgomery, in Alabama. Columbus is on the east side of the Chatahoochee River, which divides Georgia from Alabama, and after its junction with the Flint, at the town of Chatahoochee, it becomes the River Apalachicola, and empties into the bay of that name. Everything here is new. The town of Columbus I could not see, it being dark. The village of Talbatton is a very pretty place, not four years old. The village of Tuskeegee, in Alabama, is also new and pleasantly situated. It is the courthouse of Macon County. The road from Flint River to Montgomery is a military road, cut the United States through the Indian Nation. It might, with very little expense, be a fine road, but is now out of repair, and abominably bad.
Supped on the road about 10 o'clock, and arrived at Montgomery a little before 4 o'clock a.m. Could not get in at the Montgomery Hall, and had to go to the Planters Hotel, a very inferior house.
Saturday, January 28, 1837
After a few hours sleep and breakfast, walked over the town, which is prettily situated on the south side of the Alabama river. The business part of the