Describes having dinner with friends upon his arrival back to New York, and cleaning out his room, which has accumulated dust while he was away for three months. Transcription: it had been snowed into, ? the dust lay thick close covering everything [at his room at 290 Broadway]. Floor, table, chairs, papers buried. T ?was like entering the apartment of a dead man. To Erford ?s for supper, the old sign being still up, but the place possessed by two young fellows, whov ?e improved it. By the time I had dispatched my mutton-chops and ale, Kelly and Whipple came in, and presently Mr [Henry] Hart
Describes having dinner with friends upon his arrival back to New York, and cleaning out his room, which has accumulated dust while he was away for three months. Transcription: it had been snowed into, ? the dust lay thick close covering everything [at his room at 290 Broadway]. Floor, table, chairs, papers buried. T ?was like entering the apartment of a dead man. To Erford ?s for supper, the old sign being still up, but the place possessed by two young fellows, whov ?e improved it. By the time I had dispatched my mutton-chops and ale, Kelly and Whipple came in, and presently Mr [Henry] Hart. He has been here some time, about the maps, but designed return on the morrow, which however, in consequence of my arrival he postponed. Had to give ?em an account of my rambles. [Alfred] Swinton came. Ale, tods, and talk. How strangely familiar, but also inexpressibly pleasant it was to be again sitting in the well known, well lit, comfortable room, with friend ?s voices in your ear, and their faces beside you; to do this and muse on that dreary ride and the dismal nights ? all ended now. Swinton & [Augustus] Fay have parted, the latter having with his equally knavish brother swindled Swinton. The [] Barnum & [Henry D. and Alfred Ely] Beach ?ǣIllustrated ? is defunct. [Frank] Leslie employs [Joseph] Brightly & [Charles] Damoreau. Brightly has saved a man ?s life from drowning at the Fulton Ferry. / To my cock-loft by midnight, where gingerly taking off the sofa-lid of my bed, I finding the dust had not penetrated therein; undressed, and to bed and asleep, with thick, funeral-like dust lying all around me. 23. Wednesday. Woke up from heavy fatigue-induced sleep, with a start of wonder at where I was. Not on a boat on a Western river, ? not in Louisiana, ? but again in bustling, striving, hearty, manly, quick-blooded New York! Hurra for it! Up, and to work, cleaning out. Again donning the split, torn and darned blue pants I have been so long journeying in, I rolled up
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