Apropos of this yellow fever I must not forget
to chronicle to furious rows I had with Levison,
about my visit to Quarantine. That little
quintessence of spy, Ellen, overheard it, and makes
a report to her father which frightened him half
out of his coward�s existence. He talked about in-
fection, danger, contagion, God knows what. Finally
I had to tell him he was the biggest coward God
ever made, when he sobered down a bit. He,
wife and all are now off for Saratoga. Scarcely
anybody in the house.
14. Thursday. A letter from Boutcher.
Down town as wont; (with article for �Times.�)
Evening called on Allie Vernon at Forsyth Street
and found Haney there. Allie has been ill.
15. Friday. Fowler and Wells�, Times Office
and elsewhere all the morning. Writing during
the afternoon. Wrote to Hannah in the
16. Saturday. To Post Office & calls. After
noon to Brooklyn, per omnibus, ferry and rail car.
The family all out. To Pounden�s, some fifteen
minutes walk. His mother and wife within, and he
soon arrived from New York. Stayed all the eve-
ning, and in consequence of rain storm accepted their
offer of a bed.
17. Sunday. A long ramble with Pounden