In the infant town of Knox the houses
are irregular and interspersed. It was county court day when I came.
I saw men jesting, singing, swearing; women yelling from doorways...
Whiskey and peach brandy were cheap. The town was confused with a promiscuous
throng of every denomination – Blanket-clad Indians, leather shirted
woodsmen, gamblers, hard-eyed and vigilant. I stood aghast. My soul
shrank back to hear the horrid oaths and dreadful indignities offered
to the supreme governor of the universe…. There was what I never
did see before on Sunday, dancing singing and playing of cards.
It was said by a gentleman of the neighborhood that the devil is grown so old that it renders him incapable of traveling and he has taken up in Knoxville and there hopes to spend the remaining part of his days….. as he believes he is among friends.
-Traveler James Weir
1798
Where is Bobby
now?
St. Christopher (St. Kitts), West Indes
Picture of the Week
Megan and I in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico
News
May 8th 2008
After a long hiatus I have started updating this website. It has been a productive year. I got married, passed my doctoral language exam, finished coursework, and presented a ton of research.
June 28th 2008
I will be leaving for the 2008 Brimstone Hill Fortress Archaeological
Project field season. I will return to UT on August 18th 2008.