on his island, and no such heathful thoughts.
6. Wednesday. Yesterday repeated. Intensely lonely.
7. Thursday. �Mose� all day, as usual. Hughie came
in the evening. Two letters from me, � one from Wing; and
one from Hart, expectant of the stories, or part of them. Out with
Hughie � (his good-humoured face cheered the dull hot room
mightily, by the bye � Like the good Vicar of Wakefield I love
happy faces.) A walk down Broadway. Then passed over through
the crushing ice to Jersey, and the Boot Store. Old Collinson
hard at work. There an hour, a glass of ale, I walk to
the house with them, they walk back to the Ferry with me, and
there we part.
8. Friday. Wrote to Hart. And taking letter to Post Office
made a call at Ann Street, owing by Newsboys, that Hardin An-
drews � the first Editor of �Empire City�, [words crossed out]
[words crossed out], had started a paper of his own. He was not
in � must call again. / Back to Duane, and hard, hard,
at work on �Mose�. Unwell in body � horrid indigestion, and
low-spirited in mind, to excess. No present cause to fear it,
but thoughts of my present job-ending body � not getting paid �
if it was to hap. So heart-sick, so melancholic I can�t describe.
9. Saturday. Calling saw Hardin Andrews. Contrast
on the right side with Hawkins. Gave me a file of his paper.