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	From Niagara to Rochester.
To the house again by 10, then set off to walk 
back to Niagara City.     Mrs. Griffin had just let
the hotel to a private family; it was all unfurnish-
ed above.      Her cottage is let, too; she intends renting
a smaller one.        Returning and walking hastily
sprained the unlucky ankle again, to the voci-
ferous exultant laughter of a negress walking with
others of her color in the rear.      I think nearly all
ignorant people, including children, are naturally
cruel.         To bed at the U. S. hotel.
  17.  Tuesday.   A rainy morning, deterring my
intended return to the falls.     Reading in and
about the bar.      An objectionably soapy landlord
(who could not resist the temptation of a small over-
charge when I paid his bill subsequently) of Eng-
lish Canadian antecedents, a coarse fellow, enga-
ged as �runner,� and a promiscuous dropping in
of Americans, most of whom swore so odiously
as to remind me of the opinion of Bella�s father
touching the cause of the decline and fall of their
country.       A visit to the Railroad dep�t, got
things passed �at the Custom-house.       An abor-
tive attempt to walk to the falls.   Return.       Off
by rail at 2 �.       Rain.       At Rochester by 4 �.
To Heylyn�s store, where I found the boy John-
ny, who piloted me to a house just taken by his
master, not far from his former one.     There I