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To our bark, a handsome, spacious one with
a big sail and a cabin; ordinarily used for oystering
by its owner, Corbin�s neighbor.     He, his son (a boy)
and two others, besides our party formed the excursion-
ists, though the offices of the former were principally
confined to working the vessel.     Glorious day but too
little breeze.  Dead calm.  Rowing.   Irruptions into cabin,
taking snacks which were continued at intervals all
day long.   Brandy, ham, tomatoes, cigars, cheese with
accessories.    Gun & Cahill exasperating unfortunate crab
in a  bucket who wanted to nip very badly.   Sharks seen
though not by me.   Gun�s revolver.   Pistol practice.  After-
noon.   Breeze.  Going ahead finely.   Arrival at the
fishing grounds.  All quit bark and into boat, anchor
near �the Beacon� (pronounced �Bacon,�)  and to fishing.
But little success.   Three hours thus, then give up.   A
snack and doze.    Hot coffee, a brisk sail, a cabin
off Vanderbilt�s landing or thereabouts, more fishing �
Corbyn caught a skate � a very ugly fish from a human
point of view.     Good bye to him, with Gun and Cahill
into boat, round ashore by sailor, and return to New
York by steam.   I very tired.               Corbin is a Geor-
gian.   I notice in Southerners a suavity of manner, and
quiet sort of cordiality which contrasts strongly with the
quick, free and easy and sharp witted tone of the North.
Of course either may overlay all sorts of good or evil quali-
ties.     I recollect Kellam�s talk striking me as almost
home-like in some respects.  Should like to see him again.
21.	Sunday.  To Doctor�s.  (When I woke this morning I               
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