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Text for Page 100 [08-22-1853]

              Mission House, the hotel of the place, as inducements to such folk as
stay here.    Hillard, Shattock, his Pittsburgh $1000-losing friend, 
and others disembark.        I shake hands with half a dozen, hearty
Swan, Noble and others, good old Mr Greenwood bids �God bless
me!� and off I am, to the right, then up a marvellously
steep path cliff surmounting to the Fort.       Entering its arch-
way I find Livingston, (whom I recollect whilome at Governor�s
Island,) who walks with me to the end of the quadrangle,
where Barth issues forth, and gives me hearty welcome.   Into a
spacious comfortably furnished room, where soon his wife appears.
A tall, pleasant faced girl, but 17, with bright brown hair,
and blue eyes, her voice tranquil and musical, involuntarily sug-
gestive of Dickens �Milly� in the Christmas Story, the Haunted Man, or 
Ghost�s Bargain.  There�s a quiet
beauty and innocence in all her ways, most pleasant to look upon.
He has done right well in this marriage, and his wife, spite of
little violations of grammar, is a truer lady than his mother in
England.       Lack of Education can be supplied and could never make
so happy a home as a loving heart & home feelings.       I�d marry
Imogen, if she talked like Mrs Gamp.              Talk, and ale, till
far into the night, and then I went to sleep on a bed improvisatized
on the sofa-couch.
   Unto Wednesday, the 31st of August.      I must put all
together, having gotten in arrear.       A pleasant tranquil time have
I passed, though but little stirring abroad.     A letter from Dillon
Mapother, dated Joliet, nigh to Chicago arrived, urging me to go
thither.      Barth writes to Alf Waud, in reply to him,
concocting a flam that I, from Fond du Lac, with Mc Elrath               
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