A passerby said that there was a horse railway running as far as Murray Hill.

But I strode on, arriving in a little while at Washington Square.
Beyond this I could see that the city did not present the appearance of being greatly built.

On my way I passed the gas works, the City Hall, many banks, several circulating libraries, saw the signs of almost innumerable insurance companies.

But the people! They were all strange to me.

So many negroes.