Barnums we return, and more fumigation &c at Canal. Talk, his
stories presenting fine raw material for an novel a la Lever. General
Twigg s in Florida, with his style of converse hit off. Addressing his
troop. You Gaw-damned chicken-stealing sons of bitches! now which Gaw-
damned one of you has been to my hen-coop and stole a turkey? Anon,
being at some review, parade or the like. Gaw damn my military eyes!
I ll be gaw damned if the soldier s don t know a gaw damned more about it
than their officers. Bed at 12, Barth returning with Waud, to share
his for the night.
9. Monday. Office all day. Run over to the Era Office. Waud came
down in the afternoon. Whiskey &c at Sherwoods with the boys, and Macnamera:
then another call at Era Office, then to Canal. Waud goes asleep on Charley s
bed; and Mapother coming, induces me to go out to the scene of this afternoons
fire at Broad Street. Quiet walk down through the chill refreshing wintry
night, several engines passing us, in returning. Arrived, we find the lower
wall of the story alone standing, masses of smoke, another and intermittent ever
changing fire gleams inside from the burning cotton bales, two heavy streams of
Croton water pouring in. A reeking damp, smoky, lurid mist, wet, pools,
mud, hose pipes every where; firemen hu-hu ing and singing a monstrous hymn
like chant; or now and then a company returning with their machine.
Walked to Jersey Ferry with Mapother, and there left him on the old Aresseth
then along the North River back to Canal, taking a peep at the moon and
broad river from the end of one off the piers by the way. Clear cold moon,
very low and near the horizon and drifting clouds scudding athwart the sky.
Thoughts of little Jersey; of anticipations and expectations on my arrival
in this city, when America was fairy-land and terra-incognito to me.
Of home, of genial Christmas; of how dull and melancholic I seem
to grow day by day; of how thin my face, and how weary my heart.
|Title:||Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries, Volume Two: page twenty-one|
|Description:||Describes a conversation with William Barth, a fire, and his melancholic thoughts.|
|Subject:||Barth, William; Boardinghouses; Christmas; Damoreau, Charles (Brown); Firemen; Fires; Gunn, Thomas Butler; Mac Namara; Mapother, Dillon; Military; Twigg; Waud, Alfred|
|Coverage (City/State):||[New York, New York]; Jersey [City, New Jersey]|
|Coverage (Street):||Broad Street; Canal Street|
|Title:||Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries, Volume Two|
|Description:||Includes descriptions of Gunn's attempts to find drawing work among New York publishers, brief employment in an architectural office, visits to his soldier friend William Barth on Governors Island, boarding house living, drawing at actor Edwin Forrest's home at Fonthill Castle, and sailing and walking trips taken with friends.|
|Subject:||Boardinghouses; Books and reading; Gunn, Thomas Butler; Military; Publishers and publishing; Religion; Travel; Women|
|Coverage (City/State):||New York, New York|
|Note:||Thomas Butler Gunn was born February 15, 1826, in Banbury, England, and came to New York in 1849. During the Civil War he worked as a correspondent for the New York Tribune and the New York Evening Post. He returned to England in 1863, and died in Birmingham in April 1903. The collection includes twenty-one volumes of his diaries, including newspaper clippings, letters, photographs, sketches, and various other items inserted by Gunn. Diary entries date from July 7, 1849, to April 7, 1863, and include his experiences with the New York publishing and literary world, his descriptions of boarding houses, his travels throughout the United States, and his experiences traveling with the Federal army as a Civil War correspondent.|
|Publisher:||Missouri History Museum|
|Rights:||Copyright 2011 Missouri History Museum.|
|Source:||Page images, transcriptions, and metadata of the Thomas Butler Gunn diaries have been provided by the Missouri History Museum.|