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Text for Page 116 [05-16-1852]

              if not more so.    Up above merrily fluttering
was Saint George�s red cross, setting one�s heart
swelling with home pride.        To the pier ad-
jacent to Jersey Ferry, and after a tediously lazy
hours waiting came the Staten Island Boat, and
we aboard her, mounted aloft.   A windy breezy
healthy half hour or so, down the fresh bay, and
then disembarkation.   Wandered up through the
straglling little city, through copsewood, over stone
up hill, Spring tokens everywhere, bright light green 
verdure, blossoms on trees, and here and there,
snugly couching by stone or bush a little violet
peeping forth.     Buttercups in plenty, but not
Chaucers love, the Daisy.           Rambled to
and fro, looking down at the view. The vessels
freighted with anxious-hearted Emigrants; there
riding Quarantine, the broad bay & islands               
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