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Lt.-Colonel Arthur J. Fremantle, Three Months in the Southern States, April, 1863. (search)
d gratifies the mules quite as much as licking them. Mr. Sargent accounts for his humanity by saying, It's the worst plan in the world licking niggers or mules, because the more you licks ‘em, the more they wants it. We reached or struck water at 5.30 P. M. ; but, in spite of its good reputation, it was so salt as to be scarcely drinkable. A number of cotton wagons, and three carriages belonging to Mr. Ward, were also encamped with us. We have only made sixteen miles to-day. 17th April, 1863 (Friday). Having spent last night in a Mexican saddle, our bullock-rug in the sand appeared to me a most luxurious bed. We hitched in at 5 A. M., and struck water at 9 A. M., which, though muddy in appearance, was not so bad to drink. I walked ahead with the Judge, who, when sober, is a well-informed and sensible man. Mr.Sargent and I are great friends, and, rough as he is, we get on capitally together. A Mr. Ward, with three vehicles — a rival of Mr. Sargent's — is trav<
Lt.-Colonel Arthur J. Fremantle, Three Months in the Southern States, April, 1863. (search)
d gratifies the mules quite as much as licking them. Mr. Sargent accounts for his humanity by saying, It's the worst plan in the world licking niggers or mules, because the more you licks ‘em, the more they wants it. We reached or struck water at 5.30 P. M. ; but, in spite of its good reputation, it was so salt as to be scarcely drinkable. A number of cotton wagons, and three carriages belonging to Mr. Ward, were also encamped with us. We have only made sixteen miles to-day. 17th April, 1863 (Friday). Having spent last night in a Mexican saddle, our bullock-rug in the sand appeared to me a most luxurious bed. We hitched in at 5 A. M., and struck water at 9 A. M., which, though muddy in appearance, was not so bad to drink. I walked ahead with the Judge, who, when sober, is a well-informed and sensible man. Mr.Sargent and I are great friends, and, rough as he is, we get on capitally together. A Mr. Ward, with three vehicles — a rival of Mr. Sargent's — is trav<
Lt.-Colonel Arthur J. Fremantle, Three Months in the Southern States, April, 1863. (search)
d gratifies the mules quite as much as licking them. Mr. Sargent accounts for his humanity by saying, It's the worst plan in the world licking niggers or mules, because the more you licks ‘em, the more they wants it. We reached or struck water at 5.30 P. M. ; but, in spite of its good reputation, it was so salt as to be scarcely drinkable. A number of cotton wagons, and three carriages belonging to Mr. Ward, were also encamped with us. We have only made sixteen miles to-day. 17th April, 1863 (Friday). Having spent last night in a Mexican saddle, our bullock-rug in the sand appeared to me a most luxurious bed. We hitched in at 5 A. M., and struck water at 9 A. M., which, though muddy in appearance, was not so bad to drink. I walked ahead with the Judge, who, when sober, is a well-informed and sensible man. Mr.Sargent and I are great friends, and, rough as he is, we get on capitally together. A Mr. Ward, with three vehicles — a rival of Mr. Sargent's — is trav<
Lt.-Colonel Arthur J. Fremantle, Three Months in the Southern States, April, 1863. (search)
d gratifies the mules quite as much as licking them. Mr. Sargent accounts for his humanity by saying, It's the worst plan in the world licking niggers or mules, because the more you licks ‘em, the more they wants it. We reached or struck water at 5.30 P. M. ; but, in spite of its good reputation, it was so salt as to be scarcely drinkable. A number of cotton wagons, and three carriages belonging to Mr. Ward, were also encamped with us. We have only made sixteen miles to-day. 17th April, 1863 (Friday). Having spent last night in a Mexican saddle, our bullock-rug in the sand appeared to me a most luxurious bed. We hitched in at 5 A. M., and struck water at 9 A. M., which, though muddy in appearance, was not so bad to drink. I walked ahead with the Judge, who, when sober, is a well-informed and sensible man. Mr.Sargent and I are great friends, and, rough as he is, we get on capitally together. A Mr. Ward, with three vehicles — a rival of Mr. Sargent's — is trav<