All the journeyings I had ever done had been strictly in the way of
business. The pleasant May weather recommended a novelty namely, a trip
for pure recreation, the bread-and-butter element left out. The Reverend
said he would be go, too; a nice man, one of the better of men, though a
clergyman. By eleven at night we were in New Haven and on board the New
York boat. We bought our tickets, and then went wandering about here
and there, in the solid comfort of being free and idle, and of putting
distance between ourselves and the mails and telegraphs.

After a piece I went to my cabin and undressed, but the night was too
enticing for bed. We were moving down the bay now, and it was pleasant
to stand at the window and take the cool night breeze and watch th