They called Somers and Griscom to come up and we spent the day there.

They were a much younger and more amusing lot of fellows than those on the Minneapolis and treated us most kindly.

It was a beautiful boat and each of us confessed to feeling quite tempted to go back again to civilization after one day on her.

Their boat had touched at Tangier and so they claimed that she was the one meant in the Exiles.

They told me that the guide Isaac Cohen whom I mentioned in Harper's Weekly carries it around as an advertisement and wanted to ship with them as cabin boy.
We left the next day on the railroad and the boys finding that two negroes sat on the cowcatcher to throw sand on the rails in slippery places bribed them for their places and I sat on the sand box.