A queer Scotchman.
brought up into my room, with both of whom
I sat talking till bed-time.
6. Friday. Syme up to look for Bob Gun.
He is one of the queerest of queer Scotchmen is
Syme, curiously grave-looking , seriously polite,
owing money, accustomed to getting solitarily drunk
in bar-rooms, when he loses his situation, becomes
hypochondriacal and imagines his forthcoming ruin.
He projects a return to Scotland shortly and I
believe only delays his departure that he may collect
certain very small debts. Bob Gun crossed
the Atlantic with him and another Scotchman, who
drank himself to death at Hoboken. Writing.
Down town in the afternoon, to Paul�s. Nic-nax
office, hither and thither. Writing to my mother
in the evening, till midnight, Bob Gunn and
Damoreau in my room, the latter querulous and
declaring he had something the matter with his
7. Saturday. A row at Pfaff�s last night
of which I heard particulars of Shepherd, over
our breakfast-table. It appears that House has
been talking loosely of O�Brien, mentioning things
which everybody knows he is guilty of, but which
it isn�t manners to speak too openly of. For instance
he stated that O�Brien had claimed the authorship
of other mens writings, both in Harpers and House-