A Letter from Boweryem.
story of the man who swallowed a snake and
therefore became possessed of a diabolical perception
of the existence of similar reptiles in others. The
remainder of the day I passed in loafing in and
out of doors.
18. Thursday. Writing letters to Cahill, Bow-
eryem and the folk at 132 Bleecker. In the
evening, after our early tea, I took a rapid walk
to Paris, to mail letters and get what might be
awaiting me. William Conworth, seeing me about
to start, suggested the pony and finding I was wil-
ling enough to ride, asked George who was brood-
ing over his newspaper, in the room where we take our
meals, whether he wanted to use the animal; return-
ing with a shrug of shoulders and , �Yes.� (To
do justice to George, he did use the pony.) Got papers
and a letter from Boweryem, full of boarding-
house gossip and read it sauntering through the
main street of the place, after a glass of ale. He
writes in matagrabolized sort, on Sunday; which
he would fain call Cloud-day, Rain-day,
Damp-day, Slush-day, Mud-day, or Gloom-day.
He has been half-sick and diarrheooish for three
days, induced by indulgence in stale raspberries.
He has a cough. He ahs been disappointed in
not going to Fort Lee and �the sympathizing of
the ladies there has seemed to him exaggerated in