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[dan]ger of being drowned, which provoked considerable expressions of anger on the part of his owner. He pronounced it “a d____d mean act for a gentleman to do,” and asked whether [Alfred] Waud wouldn’t like to throw one of his children in! Alf, however, got the dog out, which quieted his proprietor. (I put this down as it is very characteristic of Waud.) We all entered the boat and fished for a couple of hours. Alf caught one pickerel — a pretty big one — and I an infernal cold, as the evening fell chilly, I had no vest, a thin loose coat, straw hat and white pants. The little pond looked very lovely though. Back by cars, all savagely hungry. Rump steak and onions to repletion at restaurant, then to our boarding house. One tired-out game at whist and to bed.

25. Tuesday. Hither and thither with Waud; to a picture shop and the newspaper office of Shilliber — whom we didn’t see. Dropped in at [Charles] Damoreaus twice or thrice to say good bye, but missed him. Back to dinner, and packing up &c during the afternoon. Alf and “Mary [Waud]” walked with me to the railroad depot. I felt an uneasy yearning at parting with them, thinking of old times, and how I used to like and believe in Alf. Into cars and a reverie as the sun was setting. Thinking of my hopes and expectations when I first came to Boston in 1850, of all that had occurred since then, and of Chacombe and Hannah [Bennett]. Fall River. Aboard the boat, out into the Sound, supper, watching the stars and sea till midnight, and then to bed.