Descrive la sua malattia mentre visitano Keane Richards in Transilvania, Louisiana. Trascrizione: [3 giovedì attraverso 6. Domenica] tutti questi giorni ammalati e confinata alla mia camera. Un attacco bilous, simili a quello sperimentato durante il viaggio. Potrebbe prendere niente ma di zuppe o tè, ha vomitato a volte e un giorno era orribile i crampi e spasmi. Assunzione di pillola e lo spurgo. Un tetro, monotono, tempo doloroso, leggermente febbricitante e delirante di notte. Oh quelli stanchi notti; a giacere sudato orribilmente, coperte accatastate su di voi, abbastanza insonne, agitato girando in tondo, la tua mente soffermandosi su alcuni usurante

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Describes his illness while visiting Keane Richards in Transylvania, Louisiana. Transcription: [3 Thursday through 6. Sunday] All these days sick, and confined to my room. A bilous attack, like to the one experienced on the journey. Could take nothing but soups or tea, vomited sometimes, and one day had horrible cramps & spasms. Pill taking and purging. A dreary, monotonous, painful time, slightly feverish and delirious at night. Oh those weary nights; to lie perspiring horribly, blankets heaped on you, quite sleepless, restlessly turning round and round, your mind dwelling on some wearisome topic you couldn ?t change. To run over all sorts of past, half-forgotten events of your life, to fancy New York, ? England, home, to think you might die here, away from every face you know. To hear the dogs howl throughout the live-long night, and the dull bell betokening the approach of another wearisome day. To fancy the vast cotton-fields without, the woods, swamp and cane-brakes, and the Mississippi rolling onwards to the sea. To picture home when the news came ? I wish not to recall it any longer. It was a most wretched time, and I was very sick. They were very kind, and attentive to me. / Mr Alick Keene was sick also, about this time, having the ?ǣChills ? very badly. / I got a letter from [Alfred] Waud, in reply to one I wrote to him from Alabama. Oliver Kellam came over to see me once or twice, and wrote me a friendly letter. When I was up, one or two days I kept my bed, I read. Divers books, among them that strange one of [George] Borrows hight Lavengro. There ?s good stuff in that man. 7. Monday. Able to take a walk to the river and back. Still very queer. 8. Tuesday. Kellam fetched me over to Wilton Hall in the buggy. Didn ?t stir out much. His grandfather is out on horseback all day, coming home only to his meals. They keep house together. Kellam Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 188, November 3-8, 1853 . 3 November 1853. Gunn, Thomas Butler, 18