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Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 2, page 44, January 30-31, 1851

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Identifier: DX09877298

Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 2, page 44, January 30-31, 1851

Description: Describes a visit to Bill Collinson and his family in Newark.

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shop-mate Tysoe, and got as lucid a direction to the old mans [Bill Collinson’s] whereabouts as “Mr Smith London” would be. Took the cars and 25 cents steam acceleration into Newark. Arrived there at about 4, an icy-hair-freezing wind blowing about the streets, the mud-rats in the roads hardened into granite by its breath. Divers adventures had I in essay to discover — my quest, inquires innumerable and finally successful. Being directed to a shop where had worked a companion of the old mans, got his address, and posting thither made inquiry, whereat a boy sitting at work sayeth “Why that’s my Father!” and pilots me to the domicile. Jolly old Collinson was seated at work as of yore; but not alone, wife, two children, girls, and baby beside him. Marvellously glad was he to see me — up he rose, and insisted on the immediate imbibition of a modicum of gin from a tea-cup. Supped with him and all of ‘em in great honor and glory, he descanting our last winter evening in Jersey, enthusiastically. And when I purposed going, he, nor wife would hear of it — I must stop and “sleep along ‘o Bill Collinson.” Much did I plead, but sooth to say the anticipation of the deathly cold wind, and dreary walk to the Rail road had to influence, and to the universal content of all I consented to remain. More fumigation and imbibition; old Collinson singing the “Death of Nelson” as of yore, and ever and anon declaring that he was so glad to see me as if I’d been his own brother, and would ha’ given twenty dollars for the same! Finally what with gin and hospitality he waxeth slightly bibulous, and we, as rending a perpendicular ladder staircase to a clean whitewashed room, shaped like a Greek Delta, go to bed, the two little children in the corner, Mrs C and baby below, and wind howling outside.

31. Friday. Not being allowed to get up till breakfast was ready, lay till then. Decent [Descent], lavation and breakfast. Then so bright was the sun, so clear and exhilarating the atmosphere, so dazzlingly white the snow I resolve to walk back to New York. So resisting invites to stop “another day” — “till after dinner”, made a triumphant farewell to all of ‘em and started. Keeping along the Railroad Track, passed through the city, which looked as do most in America,

Rights: NoC-US

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Dates: 1851-01-30

Type(s): Diary
Page

Maker/Creator: Gunn, Thomas Butler, 1826-1903

Subjects: Drinking of alcoholic beverages
Diaries
Railroads
Winter

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