And 132 Bleecker Street.
rived, left traps in hall and su^|r|prised Bowery-
em in his room, to the extent of frightening him,
for I had written no word of my return. Shaw,
�his clerk,� with him. Down-stairs for a cup
of tea � Mrs. Boley and Lizzy Woodward.
Up-stairs, to my room, unfastening cupboards
which had been nailed up by Mrs. B�s order,
in consequence of one having been burst open, and
my shawl stolen. To bed by 11, the rain de-
scending heavily outside.
And thus ended my Expedition to
Charleston, South Carolina and my
Experience of the Rebelli-
on that commenced there.
17. Sunday. A fine day after a blustrous,
stormy night. After dinner to Cobb, with
Boweryem. An hour there, then through the
dull, wintry, peaceful afternoon, across the well-
known square, up the Fifth Avenue to 16th
street. Haney�s room empty and cold; Mrs.
Potter coming out of the Hayes� room told me
he had been sick for a week past and living at
745. The supper-bell brought out old Hayes
who started as though I were a ghost, then sei-