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Text for Page 030 [11-23-1851]

              For he said no word good or bad, until spoken to, and then
he [word crossed out] replied in monosyllables.     He neither read, not
talked, but sat, or stood staring fixedly out of window at
the bleak prospect, or at the table.     Or he paced up
and down the room, (having creaking boots, and said no
word, good or bad, at all.     Horridly dull the day passed
as of course we could not talk, or do aught save read 
uneasily.   He was from Maine, his name I think Fol-
som, and unhappy about something, poor devil.   But, re-
versing Falstaffs assertion, he was not only miserable
himself, but the cause of misery in others.   So the
dismal day drew to a close, and he went to his bed,
and I to one on the ground besides Barth�s, where we both
read awhile, and then to sleep.
  24. Monday.  After sepulchral breakfast, back to
New York.  Traveler Office.   Got blocks, to Franklin St
and dinner, then drew.  After supper down town again
with drawing of Hughes & Kossuth &c.     Holbrook having had
dispute with Hawkins wants me to commence Editorializing, So
I did, and sat down in the dreary printing Office, and supplied
�copy� to the two printers till 11.   [word crossed out]. This survey
work, and how poorly paid!
  25. Tuesday.   Drawing in my ice-cold room till the
other block was done.   Then down from in the pelting snow,
with a sore throat and headache  to the Office. There               
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