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Text for Page 165 [09-10-1861]

	      Damp Domesticity.
open front door into a pleasing prospect of persis-
tent rain.      There was no fire-place or stove visible
though the dank, raw, chilly evening would have
made the use of such more than welcome.      I talk-
ed in the gathering gloom to cousin Isaac, finding
him a very amiable sort of fellow.    Presently the
old man returned fro a ride to somewhere in his
buggy, and to the best of my perception, went and
opened the upper half of a window in the rear, so
as to establish a nice, damp, sanatory draught through-
out the apartment, the effect of which was materially
aided by the occasionally open doors of the smaller
rooms.   Mr. Isaac went off to the school-house,
on the chance of hearing a runaway negro lecture,
I boldly closed the outer door, Mrs. Bowman and
her husband appeared and we talked.           They
were evidently good, honest, industrious people,
hospitable in their way and willing enough to have
us stay, but the first fifteen minutes of our visit
had decided me to return with John, which reso-
lution every hour strengthened.   As a sister of
Mr Bowman�s was to be buried to-morrow, du-
ring the fore noon, Mrs B. suggested that we should
all go to bed early, adding with abrupt good-will
�You stop in bed till I ring the bell.�   So before
9 o�clock, John and I turned into one of the lit-
tle rooms, that leading into young Bowman�s �study.�               
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