a brisk journey to Castle Garden for linen. Dead leaves strew-
ing the ground of the old Battery, and more fluttering down in
the boisterous wind which roared wintrily through the boughs and out
on the water; the which leapt about in cold indigo-tinted waves;
rocking the boats furiously. Red-yellow light all along the horizon.
All looked wintrily and melancholic. �Traveller� Office closed, so
back to supper. Afterwards to Brooklyn, calling first on
Dunsiers, then at Roberts, then at Dunsiers again.
14. Tuesday. Drew till 11, then down town. To �Traveller�
Office, then to Spruce Street, (previously however to the Picayune
Office, where I saw Scoville and his employer Hutchings. The
sketch accepted, I to have $3 for�t, on paper. [words crossed out]
[words crossed out] To �Leader� Office, Picton well pleased with
his portrait, (gratis work,) talk with him & Tom Frank. Im-
bibition together in trio. They play billiards together, I draw
Cartoon on the wall. To dinner at 2 1/2. Dozed part of
afternoon. Drew till 10 1/2, finished sketch for Picayune. A
thoughtful pipe, pacing up and down Broadway, then returned,
scribbled a little, and now am going to bed.
I wonder Alf Waud writeth not?
15. Wednesday. Made another drawing by 10, then down town. To
Traveller Office, then to Picayune. While there Hutchings came in with
number of the just issued �Traveller� in hand, and gave it to Scoville, in-
dicating the three onslaughts on to the Pick in it. They passed it to me
little kenning I was author of �em, and I read it (!) gravely, with the