houses, telegraph wires, distant view of loco-motive &c. Arrived
at the river side we cross to Astoria, getting a good view of Hell Gate
by the way. Very pleasant was it to ride, when thinking of Oloffe the
Dreamer and the famous expedition of the dutchmen from Communipaw.
Picturing to myself Ten Broeck discovered in the morning �drying his many
breeches in the sun-shine.� Coasted up long island, Mapother striding
hither and thither mid the marshes, occasionally firing with no-success.
Fresh, breezy, exhilarating day, warmer as it drew on. Long dusty
roads, white houses, nigger planting onions. Walking on the beach,
sand, smell of sea-weed muscles &c. Arrived over long wooden bridge
into Flushing, and after a stroll through and about to our inn with
savage appetites. Regalement, then fumigation and lazying beside the
bridge watching nigger fishing. Stage arriving, I with Mr Hart sit
beside driver, and merrily we rattle along the quiet road to Astoria.
There we take boat, and thus down the East River. A noble view.
New York�s, on every hand gloriously situated for a great city. Dis-
embarkation at Fulton Ferry. Found a letter from Bridgens await-
ing me. He at Lowell � going to Boston.
19. Friday. Writing to my mother & to Naomi. And to Hart, enclosing
dedication for �Mose�. And to Wing, in the Evening.
20. Saturday. To the Post Office with letters. Afterwards meeting with a certain
mariner unuephonically yclept Stubbs � (for the time domiciled in Duane St,) wandered
up Broadway and Bowery for a stroll. Collinson-made-boots prevented further
pereginations during the day.
21. Sunday. Walk, and early one on the Battery. Then, with Mr Hart to