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         With W. Conworth to his Brother�s.
here.        George has paid William nothing for
his services, and the young fellow (who works as
hard and infinitely more conscientiously than any 
hired laborer) trusts to �his honor� for future
recompense.   Yet he, as far as his simple, kindly
nature permits, understands and condemns the 
general meanness of the household.   George made
him, however, a present of $10 at Christmas, when
he expended it in an abortive attempt to construct
a sewing-machine � which attempt George speaks
of with contemptuous condemnation to this day.
  10.  Saturday.   Sunlight again!      Writing to
Heylyn and to Haney.   In the afternoon set off
with William Conworth for a tramp to the house
of his brother, the day growing sultry as we progres-
sed.   Half a mile beyond Paris, we got a ride, sitting
on a long plank, conveyed on four wheels by an old
man whose talk proved interesting; for he had wit-
nessed the battle of Lundy�s Lane and other war-
fare of the epoch.      He was a Jerseyman-born, but
had come to Canada with his father over half a
century ago; when it was all forest-land, Indians
and fever and ague.       Alighting at Martin�s, we saw
two pretty, bare-legged children (girls) and talked
with a Brooklyn man, who had come to this country
in the vessel which brought Mrs. Hewitt over, and who 
talked of returning.         Shortly afterwards Dixon