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	 Carlyle and Colt.
familiar enough afterwards, I presented Sco-
ville�s note of introduction to Carlyle, one of
its editors.       He was a tall man, over six
feet in heighth, rather inclining to baldness, beard-
ed and moustached with dark hair, rather dig-
nified but very courteous in manner.   He sat
at his editorial desk, writing and conversing
with a man of about his own age, 37 or 39,
the latter with a thin, keen, nervous, sharp,
hard-looking face, a moustache, shaven chin
and curly black hair.            This person, introdu-
ced to me as Captain Colt, agent for Colonel 
Sam Colt�s arms-factory, wore a naval look-
ing cap and a cloak and was a New Yorker,
come hither to sell weapons.    After some talk
we all walked up-town together, drinking and
making new acquaintances at the Mills House
on our way.             Dinner at the hotel.   More
loafing during the afternoon and with Colt
to Institute or Secession Hall to hear a party 
of �minstrels� who performed a �Secession
Quick-Step (!) in the course of the entertain-
ment.       It was curious to observe the unfeigned
enjoyment of the negroes in the galleries at the 
doings of their imitators on the stage.
  25.  Tuesday.   The most miserable Christ-
mas Day I ever experienced.    A dull, soft,               
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