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             Kindly William Conworth.
(after we had had supper, almost in dark-
ness, in a dreary unfurnished room) talked
the d____dest kind of rot and rubbish and Cana-
dian ignorance about the civil war in the States,
to which I could barely listen with patience.
And George and he kept this up for a good
(or bad) half-hour, George being interjectional, 
depreciatory and decendental, Baker loud and
talkative; while I paced up and down in a 
dreary, treeless field, in which the house stood,
with a bad headache, and chilled by the dank
and dark evening.       On our return to the house
I saw William Conworth, my fellow-voyager across
the Atlantic; now a sturdy young man with in-
dications of whisker; a simple sunburnt physio-
gnomy, aquiline nose and, when he laughs or
smiles, a display of the whole of his upper gums
and teeth.       He has lived with George since their
removal from John Conworth�s, and is a simple-
hearted, kindly-natured young fellow; who works
hard in the fields all day, and whose mental
horizon seems limited by them.   Yet, like his bro-
ther John, he has a quiet sense of hospitality; for in
a simple, unpretentious way he suggests things which
he thinks will be pleasing to you � in which respect
I find his conduct contrasts with that of George
Bolton; whose idea of entertaining a guest seems to               
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