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the portrait of a good-looking innkeeper
in Gil Blas.  He was plump and portly
in figure and rather bald.  His duties as
mayor had been quite superseded by the
military: he talked of going to Havana.
He told me that he considered his home-
stead as worth $1000, no more.  His gar-
den contained two sorts of oranges, figs
and blooming oleanders.  Left him and
strolled down to the sea-wall and there
finding a boat just putting off for the Dela-
ware, went aboard, found Hay dozing
in the cabin, Gen. Terry and others.  An
hours loafing, then ashore again.  Inspection
of 7 companies of the 4th Rhode Island by
Gen. Terry, in an open space behind the
fort.  Lookers-on, including the mayor and
bare legged children.  A storm blowing
up.  Back to the hotel.  Supper.  In the
evening one of the many young captains or
lieutenants got a supply of whiskey and
claret, so the young fellows of course im-
proved the opportunity, in his room.  Hay
got drunk, pugilistic and loquacious �
I left the party and got to bed but had
two interruptions into my room subsequently.
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