cigars and talk of our several and separate voyages across the wide waters separating
us from Home. And talk of Home, and speculations of what another year
may bring forth, and what the one so speedily drawing to a close has seen. Thus
till 11, when we left, I parting with Mr Hart and Mapother at the Ferry
and wending my way thoughtfully boarding-house-wards.
30. Monday. With Charley set off at a brisk walk through the
clear cold exhilarating morning to the Atlantic Street Ferry, and from there
crossed to Brooklyn. A fine effect of the morning�s sun light streaming in
on the haze overhanging the East River and shipping. Charley wendeth his
way to his friend Fogg, I to little Stratton the Dentist, where after waiting some
hour and a half he attends to my masticatory again. An hours scraping
and stopping, and Charley arriving we return together . Afternoon drawing
and the same during the evening, in company with Waud. A noise of drums
&c invites us into his front room, from the open window of which we view
the arrival of divers firemen�s companys, escorting others from Baltimore. All
the long street from Hudson to Centre presented a wavering line of red blazing
torches; the tingling of the bells attached to the engines, the red shirts,
the white helmets, and �hi hi�s� of the attendant crowd forming a picturesque
and extremely New Yorkish scene. A rare place is�t for such bits of
every day theatricals.
31. Tuesday. Drawing all the snowy day, Brown doing the same,
he having de facto abandoned the Favlerian Establishment. At night fall hurried
down through the fast falling flakes and the wintry streets to Anderson�s.
Sate ten minutes in the Office with the boys and Mac Namara, then to
Jenny Lind-ticket-buying Genin. Waiting, worrying by him, then off up
Broadway, feeling somewhat lonely, mid the throng of folks who had
homes, and home loves near them. To Canal Street. Evening
Mr Hart and Mapother came, Brown and Waud being present before.