it had been snowed into, � the dust lay thick close covering everything.
Floor, table, chairs, papers buried. T�was like entering the apart-
ment of a dead man. To Erford�s for supper, the old sign being
still up, but the place possessed by two young fellows, whov�e improved it.
By the time I had dispatched my mutton-chops and ale, Kelly and Whipple
came in, and presently Mr Hart. He has been here some time, about
the maps, but designed return on the morrow, which however, in consequence
of my arrival he postponed. Had to give �em an account of my rambles.
Swinton came. Ale, tods, and talk. How strangely familiar, but
also inexpressibly pleasant it was to be again sitting in the well known,
well lit, comfortable room, with friend�s voices in your ear, and their faces
beside you; to do this and muse on that dreary ride and the dismal
nights � all ended now. Swinton & Fay have parted, the latter having
with his equally knavish brother swindled Swinton. The Barnum & Beach
�Illustrated� is defunct. Leslie employs Brightly & Damoreau. Brightly
has saved a man�s life from drowning at the Fulton Ferry. / To my
cock-loft by midnight, where gingerly taking off the sofa-lid of my bed, I
finding the dust had not penetrated therein; undressed, and to bed and
asleep, with thick, funeral-like dust lying all around me.
23. Wednesday. Woke up from heavy fatigue-induced sleep, with a
start of wonder at where I was. Not on a boat on a Western river, � not
in Louisiana, � but again in bustling, striving, hearty, manly, quick-blooded
New York! Hurra for it! Up, and to work, cleaning out. Again
donning the split, torn and darned blue pants I have been so long journeying
in, I rolled up sleeves, and at it. Put up stove, washed, scrubbed, brushed
and swept, lit fire, dusted, cleaned like a score of Biddies. Being
about 11, partly through, on the staircase getting water, forth from Swin-
ton�s room whither he�d been to enquire about me, came Newberry. I
was right glad to see him, and Waud also. Up they came; and after