about him, indeed he�s been a fireman and run after �der Machine�
in time past. The other denizens of this place are a drunken English-
man, Wing, a down-easter, a painter, and a carpenter. Whist playing
one night, walk and ride on the Ferry boat with George on another.
Wrote to M. Mosquitoes to a horrible extent by night. Thunder
and lightning, frogs croaking �
16. Thursday. To New York and Appletons in the afternoon, calling
in at The American Hotel and seeing �Charley� by the way. More disagree-
ables with Appleton. Bah!
17. Friday. Drawing still. In the Evening George coming in, tells
me he has had letters from England, that old John Harris is dying. And
also that �Conworth�s sister is dying!� I know he fancied he loved her
and that the fancy was of years continuance � yet, oh yet he played
whist with us in the Evening � verily �tis strange. The words sounded
sadly in my ears � yet I never saw her more than once. But tis always
a sad thing to hear of a young girl�s dying.
18. Saturday. Drawing still. Evening with Wing to the �Pork store.�
Left them and called in at The American Hotel
19. Saturday. Letter writing all day, to my mother, Naomi, and
to M. In the evening, with Joe and George, had a sail with Wing,
his �boss� (who accompanied us; about the bay, Communipaw wards,
&c. very pleasant.
20. Monday. Drawing till evening � then with Wing and