Describes spending time on the Wisconsin shore with the other passengers, waiting for the steamboat Sam Ward to be unstuck from a sand bar on the Fond du Lac River. Transcription: and descent to the rivers margin. Attempt to cross a little bayou, and on floating logs, with the result of immersion knee high. Back, emptied boots of water, scaled hillside and thicket, and anon struck off attracted by the musical voices of women, to where others of the passengers were, part of another boat-load. [George M.] Swan, Miss Compston and others. Soon amid the green leaves I spy the curls and white sun-b
Describes spending time on the Wisconsin shore with the other passengers, waiting for the steamboat Sam Ward to be unstuck from a sand bar on the Fond du Lac River. Transcription: and descent to the rivers margin. Attempt to cross a little bayou, and on floating logs, with the result of immersion knee high. Back, emptied boots of water, scaled hillside and thicket, and anon struck off attracted by the musical voices of women, to where others of the passengers were, part of another boat-load. [George M.] Swan, Miss Compston and others. Soon amid the green leaves I spy the curls and white sun-bonnet of pretty Bertha Livermore. Her sister [Eugenia Livermore], pretty also, and not so girlish in figure, surmounted by a huge Bloomer hat; their mother, and the red moustache. I join ?em, and soon we are all grouped in a party of our own on the hill-side, some in shade, some in sun-light, according to his the liking of each. I recline at Bertha ?s feet. Much badinage and funniment. The rest of the party, consist of Mr Barr, tall, good-humored and sensible, red-mustache and his sister, and three or four men. Talk and then vocalization. I got mightily possible popular, and the mirth and fun waxes apace. Small practical jocularities, filling Barr ?s pockets with sticks and pinning kerchief to coat-back. Bertha ?s brown eyes twinkle merrily, and coquettishly she dons her sisters big hat, looking all the prettier for ?t. There ?s a certain staid demureness about her, and she ?s not so free as others. Old lady talks, and we get very friendly. Much singing, and presently our circle has increased by some six or seven. Two pleasant hours thus, and then all rambling through the thicket and trees, in search of a little spring that had been discovered. Reaching it in advance, I with others drink out of a primitive beech-bark cup made by the former Font du Lac blacksmith. Anon I fetch the girls. More forest strolling, where a party were feeding, Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volum
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