Once, many, many years ago a reenacting friend of mine and I drove to Louisiana, arriving rather late in Friday night for what turned out to be an abominable event held on a cold, muddy ridge in the woods somewhere near Port Hudson where we were ominously Yankees #1 & #2. Looking around at these dreary prospects, without too much trouble I persuaded him to abort this farb-fest farce and drive north into Mississippi to Natchez. We wound up staying at Monmouth, the fabulous estate of Mississippi Mexican War-era General and Governor John A. Quitman. We stayed just behind the Big House in what had once been the slave quarters for the house servants, somewhat small but brick and nice! That also included breakfast, after which the serving lady showed us around the interior of the mansion. For a more substantial room rate one could actually stay there and sleep in the very same bed where Quitman had died in the 1850's after supposedly being poisoned by one of his house servants!