Cornelia J. Randolph to Virginia J. Randolph (Trist)
|Poplar Forest April 24 1821|
We are arriv’d here fatigue’d to death as usual my dear Virginia, after the most tedious journey that ever was made, I am sure I [. . .] almost died on the road from impatience. we were got to Warren in the height of the rain that fell the day we left you, & were detain’d there all night, in consequence of which & the roads being in the most detestable order, we could not get to Hunters the next day as we intended, and spent the night at horrid Old Flood’s, between the sheets that Dr & [. . .] Mrs Flood had been sleeping in for a month I am sure, not between them exactly for finding the counterpane was clean [. . .] we pinn’d the top sheet down close all round and laid upon that [. . .] after rolling ourselves up hand foot and face in our cloths so that our skins at least should [. . .] not be defiled by touching pitch & cover’d with the counterpane next us. strange to tell, every thing else in the house had the appearance of having been clean not more than a week before, and we did not feel ourselves polluted by breathing the air of this den usually of filth, we had very comfortable breakfasts [. . .] both days, first at Warren where Kent, who the servant maid told us was mighty fond of Mr Jefferson, gave us breakfast while we were waiting for Gill & Israel to trifle away a few hours which was in part the cause of our being oblig’d to spend the night at Flood’s; and then at Hunters whose tavern keeping seems to have improved since the death of his wife. The roads for the greater part of the way were so bad that Gill more than once stopp’d and said he thought if he ventur’d any farther we should certainly be upset, & once Burwell was oblig’d to dismount & hold up the carriage to prevent it from going over. when we arriv’d here we foun[d] Mr Yancy gone to Liberty court, (16 miles off) and the keys of the house could not be obtain’d untill his return; Burwell had shaken open the front door so that we could enter & get into several of the rooms of the house but our chamber door with in which room all the bedding [. . .] was was lock’d besides that, nothing either to eat or drink could be obtain’d, & to make the matter worse the hard winter has had kill’d almost every thing in the garden. we satisfied our hunger with the wrecks of our travelling provisions, & whatever old Hannah & Burwell could find, after dilligently searching house & garden for several hours to collect the little that had been overlook’d when the house was shut up last year, on the one hand, & on the other, what the cold had spar’d. we were more hungry & tir’d than nice though, you may suppose, & in the at night were very contentedly about to stretch off upon the outside of the beds which had a single blanket laid over the mattress, when the keys arriv’d, & in a moment we had tea & wine, & comfortable beds. I have been [. . .] writing you, I wont say entertaining you with, an account of our journey & arrival here, which I suppose was all you expected to hear unless in addition to it the scraps of neighbour hood news the servants have given us, & [. . .] an account of the health of our party, this is as good as usual, grandpapa says he is very well, sister Ellen that she is tired to death, & so am I, but we hope to recover soon & make the most of our time h while we are here.
I have heard who the blue ey’d flaxen hair’d youth, whom you admir’d so much, is, he is a young man of this neighbourhood, of the name of Irving or Ervine, I do not know how to spell the name; the kentucky kentuckian or tennesean who was with him we cannot hear the name of. All our neighbours are in status quo, except that young Mrs Watts has lost her child. Col. Watts is at home, so I suppose we shall not have the honour of Mrs Watts’ & Miss Betsey’s company here. Adieu my dear Virginia I must if possible write a line to Mrs Trist, or I shall not answer her letter at all, since I suppose she will come to Monticello as soon as we get home.We heard as usual of a murder just committed in Buckingham as we past through that county, a negro man & woman murder’d another negro, they were on trial, and perhaps as they are negroes may stand some [. . .] chance of meeting with the punishment they deserve.kiss my dear Geordies Geordie for me & believe me ever yours