The town was filled with a perfect set of rabble and rowdies, who, under the influence of Bacchus seemed to be holding a grand saturnalia, whooping yelling, and vociforating as if Bedlam had broken loose.
On our arrival at the , and while while supper was preparing, a man came to me dressed as a soldier and told me that a man named had just been taken prisoner, and was about to be committed to jail and wanted me to go bail for him; believing this to be a ruse to get me out alone, and that some violence was intended, after consulting with , I told the man that I was well aquainted with , that I knew him to be a gentleman and did not believe that he had transgressed law; and moreover that I considered it a very singular time to be holding Courts, and calling for security; particularly as the was full of rowdyism. I informed him that both and myself would, if necessary, go bail for him in the morning; but that we did not feel ourselves safe among such a set at that late hour of the night.
After supper, <on retiring to our room,> we had to pass through another which was seperated from ours only by a board partition; the beds in each room being placed side by side with the exception of this fragile partition; <on> the beds <that was> in each the room that we passed through I discovered a man by the name of Jackson laying; a desperate character, and a reported <reputed notorious> cutthroat, and Murderer. I hinted to the that things looked rather [p. 18]