Any negro can have a ticket to go about the neighborhood, but cannot
    leave it without a pass.  No strangers allowed to come on the place
    without a pass.

    The negroes to be tasked when the work allows it.  I require a
    reasonable day’s work well done.  The task to be regulated by the
    state of the ground and the strength of the negro.

All visiting between the Georgia plantation to be refused. [The Telfairs owned another plantation on the Georgia side of the river.] No one to get husbands or wives across the river.  No night meeting or preaching allowed on the place except on Saturday or Sunday morning.

    If there is any fighting on the place whip all engaged in it, no
    matter what may be the cause it may be covered with.

    In extreme cases of sickness employ a physician.  After a dose of
    castor oil is given, a dose of calomel, and blister applied, if no
    relief, then send.

    My negroes are not allowed to plant cotton for themselves. 
    Everything else they may plant.  Give them ticket to sell what they
    make.

    I have no Driver (slave-driver).  You are to task the negroes
    yourself.  They are responsible to you alone for work.

Certain negroes are mentioned by name: 

    Many persons are indebted to Elsey for attending upon their negroes. 
    I wish you to see them or send to them for the money.

    If Dolly is unable to return to cooking she must take charge of all
    the little negroes.

    Pay Free Moses two dollars and a half for taking care of things left
    at his landing.

Bull Street, the fashionable street of the city, is a gem of a street, despite the incursions made at not infrequent intervals, by comparatively new, and often very ugly buildings.  Every few blocks Bull Street has to turn out of its course and make the circuit of one of the small parks of which I have spoken, and this gives it charm and variety.  On this street stands the De Soto Hotel, which, when I first went to Savannah, years ago, was by all odds the leading hostelry of the city.  It is one of those great rambling buildings with a big porch out in front, an open court in back, and everything about it, including the bedchambers, very spacious and rather old fashioned.  Lately the Savannah Hotel has been erected down at the business end of Bull Street.  It is a modern hotel of the more conventional commercial type.  But even down there, near the business part of town, it is not confronted by congested cobbled streets and clanging trolley cars, but looks out upon one of the squares, filled with magnolias, oaks and palms.  But another time I think I shall go back to the De Soto.

The building of the Independent Presbyterian Church, on Bull Street, is one of the most beautiful of its kind in the country, inside and out.  It reminds one of the old churches in Charleston, and it is gratifying to know that though the old church which stood on this site (dedicated in 1819) burned in 1889, the congregation did not seize the opportunity to replace it with a hideosity in lemon-yellow brick, but had the rare good sense to duplicate the old church exactly, with the result that, though a new building, it has all the dignity and simple beauty of an old one.