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Text for Page 177 [01-16-1862]

	         Cahill and Watson.
and women got drunk on champagne and
the latter sang bawdy songs and exposed
their persons.   �We spent the night in drinking
and talking bawdy � Heavens! what pleasure!�
  17.  Friday.   In doors all day, scribbling the
last six pages and an eleven-page letter to Bob Gun.
Dreary weather out of doors.
  18.  Saturday.   Going up-stairs, after breakfast,
at 9 o�clock, looked into Cahill�s room with the
newspaper and discovered him lying asleep, dressed
and in his (or rather Shepherd�s) overcoat, upon
the sofa; Watson beside him, on the floor; the
gas flaring, the fire burning, the bed unslept
in, the room hot and clammy.       He came
up to mine afterwards and told how he had
come home perfectly sober, as I partly knew, at
night, and was going to bed at 11, when a boy
is was dispatched to summons him to a Hous-
ton street tavern, by Armstrong.     The two stay-
ed there, getting riotously drunk, until 4 in the
morning, Watson joining them.     They had their
coats off once, for the purposes of fighting some-
body.     The row began by a person vilifying Wat-
son as a scoundrel and swindler � probably for
good and particular reasons.   He retorted
sarcastically, provoking his accuser to strike him,
when Glover interfered in his behalf and a general               
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