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Text for Page 111 [09-18-1853]

              on the point of fisty cuffs with him, out of sheer desolation of it.
Tis the lowest thing in the world for a man to pride himself on, the
possession of brute, animal courage.        I have no drop of cowardly
blood in my body I believe, but hold such threats of blows as
utterly revolting to good taste, and almost cowardly.    /           The
row however blew over, we all dined, and then the bell of
the Pacific was heard.         A brief good bye to Barths gentle-faced
wife, (whom I�ve half learned to think of as a sister,) a call in
at the Gardiners, and then I bolt down the steep stairway to
the little town & wharf, Barth, Waud & Hayes accompanying
to see me off.       Heartily sorry was I to say farewell to Barth, �
whatever may have been his past escapades, of him it may be said he
�has loved much�, and has a rich, human, friendly heart.   Very near
to me has in draw during the last four weeks.   Much could I
write, much shall I think of him, ever with liking & honor. /   The
rain had ceased, but the fog hung low over Mackinac, as off we
start, I in converse with Frank Noble.       Through all the rainy
afternoon following, and a terribly beautiful storm at night.
All the horizon closing in behind us was a vast indigo mass of cloud,
in one part strangely ending in a sort of squared arch, beyond which
was a pale lurid glare.       From the dense parts of the sky momentarily
would quiver and danze a huge lightning pyre, spasmodically columner.
For hours this continued, the dread thunder rolling and crashing above,
and the rain falling like heaven�s wrath.  The vessel rolled and
pitched, and when I turned in to my berth, (the snuggest of state-
cabins) still the storm was at its heighth, and continued raging all 
the night!               
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