File:Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries- Volume 9, page 143, May 10-12, 1858.jpg

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[ab]surdly drunk, and from it's behaviour one might have supposed that the dog was in the same condition. For he seemed ludicrously insecure on his legs, had to stick 'em wide apart to prevent toppling over, and drifted about the room in an extraordinary man. He was a long legged, thin, black and white dog of the hound species, and as it appeared almost starved. When some bread was got for him he almost upset himself in aiming at it, went on either side of it, and presently got himself into in absurdly intricate positions with his head twisted under the sofa, from which he hadn't strength to extricate it. [Bob] Gun all the time sat on a chair, repeating occasionally that the animal was a d____d fine dog that he "only wanted a dose of calomel," and the like. Presently we got him to his room, dog and all, where he first thanked [William] Leslie, designating him as a sanguinary Yankee Scotchman, and then offered to fight him for twopence, because he was "down on Finlay." [Frank] Cahill and this Bob Gun were both out on a debauch yesterday — went to Honey’s in the morning, came back, Cahill didn't show at dinner but slept till 5 — both went out again to the Santa Claus (a drinking and singing shop) and elsewhere, returning by 4 A. M. in the morning. Cahill spent all his money, and consequently, didn't pay Mrs [Catharine] Potter anything on Monday.

11. Thursday. Drenching, equinoctial weather. Down town, part of the time with Gun, returning very wet.

12. Wednesday. To Harpers and left story with Guernsey. Then to Ferris' store, having learnt that [Frank] Pounden was to embark for Port au Prince, on account of the firm. After an hour's delay went aboard with him. An hermaphrodite or "jackass" brig, some eight or ten sailors, mostly Portugese. The vessel looked