Describes his last night with the Bennett family in Chacombe and a letter from Alf Waud in New York. Transcription: the parlor, he [Michael Bennett] in high good-humor. (He had brought in 100 [pounds] from market, and handed it to his wife [Charlotte Chinner Bennett], with a ?ǣThat ?s better than if I had stayed and spent it. ?) Also he had, according to time honored custom with him, brought home four pounds of sprouts (one exta for me,) as he informed me; and Hannah [Bennett] presided at the frying pan. So time wore on, the wind blew gustily and chill outside, the deep snow hid all the count
Describes his last night with the Bennett family in Chacombe and a letter from Alf Waud in New York. Transcription: the parlor, he [Michael Bennett] in high good-humor. (He had brought in 100 [pounds] from market, and handed it to his wife [Charlotte Chinner Bennett], with a ?ǣThat ?s better than if I had stayed and spent it. ?) Also he had, according to time honored custom with him, brought home four pounds of sprouts (one exta for me,) as he informed me; and Hannah [Bennett] presided at the frying pan. So time wore on, the wind blew gustily and chill outside, the deep snow hid all the country, and multitudinous stars twinkled icily above. I stole a few minutes out o ?doors to look at the scene, the bare hedges, the tall skeleton poplars with the night wind shaking them, the old, old house, with its snow hid thatch, and the light twinkling in its casement, the snow lying some three feet deep underfoot. And then ? oh how happy was it to enter to that fire side again, with the kindly faces and loving hearts there. Perhaps we were less sad this evening than on a former one, as each one did his or her best to burk the dismals. But when I said ?ǣGood Night ? to Hannah, and the door of my bed room door closed on as kind a face and as pure a heart as is in this world, I could have sobbed to think that a few brief weeks would see me on the cruel Atlantic, ? God knowing when we ?ll meet again. 9. Friday. Good bye to all, of which I shall say no more. The snowy road, occasionally a trench cut through snow bulwarks. Neithrop, and dinner. Letters from New York. One from Miss [Emma] Brown, Charley [Damoreau] ?s good old maiden sister, enclosing a letter to her sister in Bond Street, and bidding me call, and take it. Another from Alf Waud, with news of fellows. Hard times there, general distress; work men holding meetings in the Park, Militia regiments under arms in apprehension of riot. ?ǣPicayune ? keeps Alf ?s head above water, Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume
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