More of Ledger�s lies and humbug.
ger�s room at night. A snowy, stotmy
18. Saturday. In Ledger�s room all the
heavily-snowing morning, listening to his stories,
of which he told many capital ones. I would
attempt jotting them down, but for a proposi-
tion that has arisen between us, that I will
place me in possession of ampler details. This is
no other than that he should place all his jour-
nels and records in my hands, for the purpose
of making a book. They are now in England;
he promises to write for them by the first mail.
The project is a secret between us at present, as
he wouldn�t willingly have the first authorship known.
Down-town, through a St. Petersburg-looking
city to �Courier� and �Pic�Offices, returning with
Cahill. Boweryem, Morris and Cahill
in my room, at night. Sat with Morris till
1 1/2 A.M. talking.
19. Sunday. All the folks agog about �Cou-
rier� article. Scribbling most part of the morning.
Evening to Chapin�s, then with Honeywell, who
joined me on leaving the church, to Edwards�.
Haney and Knudsen there; the day the former�s
birthday. He had been to Parton�s and brought
me a note from Jim, eulogizing my �Scalpel� article,
in which sentiments Fanny sent word that she con-