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           Reportorial Anxieties about
A. C. Hills, Howell and I went back to the
Quartermaster�s office and subsequently for a
three-mile walk up the river side, to where
the Mississippi lay, next to the North Star,
from the deck of which we obtained a halloed
greeting by Mc Henry, the steward.      Ours was
a hurried exhausting walk, almost a run,
for we had eaten nothing since morning, and
we didn�t know but the steamer mightn�t be
off before we got thither.   On board at last,
where A. G. Hills (who with Hayes has been
overtaken by us) recognizes a passenger of his
acquaintance, one Dyer, a Boston lawyer, to
whom we confide our letters.   On omnibus-
ride back.         To the Southern Restaurant,
steaks, oysters and lager.          Then, leisurely
to the hotel.     All the fellows in my room, to
which presently ascends Howell with a ghastly
story, obtained from one Dunbar of the Boston
Bee, that Dyer is a �speculator� who is to be
arrested that night.   General horror and alarm
at prospective miscarriage of our letters.  A. G.
Hills and Schell instantly dispatched, by
coach, to rescue them, if not too late, and put
them into the hands of the purser.     Howell and
I then adjourn to A. C. Hills room and whiskey-
skins; tired, a little apprehensive about our
letters but hopeful.   In half an hour up comes               
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