Describes his departure from the Catskill Mountains back to New York, and comments on his love of children. in Dog ?s Hollow; then landlord Schutt & Mr [Henry] Hart rattled off in the vehicle for Catskill, leaving Dillon [Mapother], [Alfred] Waud & myself to walk it. ?Twas a glorious, sunny day, naught sad about it but the feeling that this pleasant week had come to a close. Coat over stick, with open throat and perspiring faces we jogged on, dusty footed. An hour devoted to raspberry plucking and in cherry trees, divers halts for resting, steep winding roads, and the tall mountain tops in o
Describes his departure from the Catskill Mountains back to New York, and comments on his love of children. in Dog ?s Hollow; then landlord Schutt & Mr [Henry] Hart rattled off in the vehicle for Catskill, leaving Dillon [Mapother], [Alfred] Waud & myself to walk it. ?Twas a glorious, sunny day, naught sad about it but the feeling that this pleasant week had come to a close. Coat over stick, with open throat and perspiring faces we jogged on, dusty footed. An hour devoted to raspberry plucking and in cherry trees, divers halts for resting, steep winding roads, and the tall mountain tops in our rear, grandly beautiful, peaceful & passionless. Dillon & Waud kept ahead of me for the most part. The day wore on, the shadow shadows changed from one side to the other, and we reached Catskill by 5, there finding Mr Hart & Schutt. [words crossed out] Supped at the tavern where I & Mr Hart had waited for the coach, & an hour and a half subsequently were embarked on board the Columbia. The Hudson lay lakelike and beautiful in the summers evening. Great bales of hay aboard, & passengers increasing at each landing place. Farewell to the Catskills, rising up in abrupt isolated-looking beauty. Up rose the crescent moon and rippling beauty of white light rests like God ?s blessing on the waters. Onwards we plash, setting aloft in the life-boat, conversing merrily or thoughtfully. Returning from securing our berths Mr Hart & myself met N Orr the Engraver. Anon he joined us, with his child a very pretty, healthy, happy-faced little girl, who sat quietly listening while we talked, her innocent face sparkling into a smile when any one looked at her. I love children; little girls especially. And I know not how ?tis, but the older I grow the greater envy I have of the man who possesses them. Somehow I ?m half ? no, not resigned, ? that I shall never be, but I ?ve have half come to regard it Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 21, July 11, 1853 . 11 July 1853. Gunn, Th
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