the loss of his hat; and straightway went to sleep
with uncovered head in the maddening sunlight � tem-
perature over 90, hottest day this summer. Another
boatman came, but he wanted his dinner & could
not therefore transport me over. But he rowed
Connor and boat under the arch. Went off
to dinner myself & Goslings, returned, no boat.
To Brooklyn & over lots of blockading barks and
barges, got in outgoing boat & was rowed across
to the Island. Hospital till evening, reading &c.
Barth & I back to Long Island. Up Atlantic
Street, to Mrs Normans. They have opened a
little shop, sell newspapers, prints, magazines
&c. There an hour or two, then by 10 to
New York & my room, ale and a Smoke.
Barth left at midnight.
23. Friday. Idling nearly all day, that
is reading George�s Sand�s continuation of �Consuelo�