Fall, winter and spring passed, but during this time nothing occurred to me worthy of narration. Early in the summer, hearing that great preparations were making at Drennon, I concluded to again spend the season there. On arriving, I found that a large number of visitors were expected. Gambling rooms, billiard saloons and ten-pin alleys were fitted up, and every arrangement made that could add to the amusement and excitement of the pleasure-seekers at a watering-place.
The principal building was very large, and adjoining on either side was a row of smaller buildings, with family rooms; then around were numerous little cottages, where families from Cincinnati, Madison, Louisville, Lexington, and a great many Southerners were accommodated. At the foot of the hill were cottages without number, called Texas, where the servants and commoner class of people resided. Before the hight of the season came on, the great monster, Cholera, made his appearance. It was on the 3d of July, and all the gentlemen had gone to Cincinnati, or other neighboring places, to celebrate the Fourth, leaving their families behind. Those that remained had fire-works, and various other out-door amusements, to amuse themselves and gratify the villagers around. In the evening was a grand ball. I looked on and saw them dance till about ten o'clock, when I retired to my room, as I did not feel well, having drank considerable of the sulphur-water during the day. A little after twelve the ball broke up. Just then the carpenter was taken very ill. They said it was from eating cherry pie and drinking milk, but during the night the proprietor and his family had all a slight attack
