A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . d out his campaign. Whenthe supper-bell sounded he seated himself at the tableand laid in a square meal. When the steward camefor his money, Bickford said he had none and didntknow any was wanted ; that one fellow had offered totake him to Albany for a shilling, another for sixpence,and a third for nothing at all. So he had come along,and supposed he was to be taken care of for the pleas-ure of his company. The captain was summoned, anddemanded to see the fool who was travelling free toAlbany. Bickfords stoli
A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . d out his campaign. Whenthe supper-bell sounded he seated himself at the tableand laid in a square meal. When the steward camefor his money, Bickford said he had none and didntknow any was wanted ; that one fellow had offered totake him to Albany for a shilling, another for sixpence,and a third for nothing at all. So he had come along,and supposed he was to be taken care of for the pleas-ure of his company. The captain was summoned, anddemanded to see the fool who was travelling free toAlbany. Bickfords stolid assumption of ignorancewas too much for the captain. Never travelled be-fore ? Never saw a steamboat, eh ? Well, this is fun ;come right along. Bickford told the story in LibbyPrison to a roomful of officers—he was then acting asmy orderly—somewhat as follows: The captain tookme to the engine-room, and I was horrified at thesights and sounds there, of course. The engineerturned the steam and water on me, and I shrieked andthey roared. I asked the curiousest questions I could. 38 A TOUR AROUND NEW YORK think of; asked them to light a candle and take medown-stairs into the kitchen, and up-stairs into the bed-rooms; and they laughed till they cried. Then the cap-tain introduced me to a cabin full of passengers as thebiggest fool he had met yet. I never let on that I wasanything but a fool, and I got a good bed that night,breakfast the next morning, and four or five dolliarsfrom the passengers to help me on my way. Fool! Iwasnt half as big a fool as the captain, and they couldsquirt steam on me all night, as long as I was gettingpay for it. Queer are the pranks that time plays with old build-ings. The State prison that once stood on Amos Street(West Tenth Street now) has been transformed into abrewery. Its white outside walls alone are unchanged,and serve to mark the locality ; but even these, of lateyears, have been allied to red brick wings and other im-provements in such a
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