Comments on his dislike of hunting for sport. Transcription: testified of the coming in the sweet of the year. Sketching, seated on the huge cromlech-like stone, a warm suns rays on the rear, trees and sky and rustling gentle breezes setting the tops of the grass trembling about me. And deep peace in my heart. Returned at sunset. / The little woman [Elizabeth Dobson] hath just signified unto me that she has let the room I now occupy to a married couple, wherefore, as there ?s no present vacancy in other rooms I must clear out. I think it is the not true reason. Well. I wonder what the next pl
Comments on his dislike of hunting for sport. Transcription: testified of the coming in the sweet of the year. Sketching, seated on the huge cromlech-like stone, a warm suns rays on the rear, trees and sky and rustling gentle breezes setting the tops of the grass trembling about me. And deep peace in my heart. Returned at sunset. / The little woman [Elizabeth Dobson] hath just signified unto me that she has let the room I now occupy to a married couple, wherefore, as there ?s no present vacancy in other rooms I must clear out. I think it is the not true reason. Well. I wonder what the next place will be? 27 Sunday. Drawing pleasurably during the greater part of the morning. Homer Hall with me. A walk together ere dinner by the North River. Afternoon reading stories by Washington Irving in the Knickerbocker magazine. Evening Cross called, and with him and Homer, out for a walk. Cross leaving us, we strolled down Broadway, up the length of the Bowery, and back to [177] Canal. The boy [Fred and Pelham] Andersons called in the afternoon. 28. Monday. Commenced a story for [Hardin] Andrew ?s ?ǣPorcupine ? as agreed ?ǣThe B ?hoys in London, or How Ike Chivvles went to the World ?s Fair. ? Scribbling all the morning, and after dinner induced by mine own liking and Homer Hall, to Hoboken, he taking the gun with him. To the old spot, where after the steep ascent he wandered off intent on ?ǣsport, ? I to my true pleasure. Drawing peacefully for two hours or so when he returned with two [word crossed out] birds he had killed. Beautiful birds are they, of a warm brown plumage speckled with white. They lie on the table before me now, each with a hideous blood-spatch upon his innocent breast; [words crossed out]. I detest this indifference to taking the lives of the harmless creatures, whether manifest in the cold-blooded angler or other votary of miscalled sport. And the triumph is very paltry ? a poor bird, with his free, happy intensity of liberty, which who has not envied
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