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trunk from the boat and carry it to the door of House. Lt
Com. Hackman deserts. H.M. Eaton arrives. Rushes to the paternal
embrace. John proceeds up to his room to get things
in readiness. Rev H. Eaton, Son Horace, & myself convey
trunk to Room 3 by means of a winding staircase, the invention
of the arch enemy. All set down trunk and groan.
(at least I did). Rev H Eaton opens trunk. With difficulty restrains
his forces from devasting its contents. Discloses its treasures
one by one. At last the weary trunk is lightened of its load and
set away in a corner to repose through the night. Read our letters.
Wish you were in the room and not behind the door. Grapes
declared very good though considerably damaged. Convey my portion
to my room to examine into the merits of their case. Examination
satisfactory (to me if not to them). Eaton elder flanked
by his promising progeny arrives to review my quarters.
Declare themselves satisfied. All talk at once. Separate
when "the declining stars invite sweet slumbers." I rested
well that night and dreamed of home an Mr Eaton, grapes
and friends and everything pretty nearly, as well as
I can recollect. The next day Saturday everything lovely as
a marriage till until I began to realize I had a
page and a half of greek to get for Monday then my
disposition became sour. However no use in grumbling
went to work and got it. Felt better. Ate some grapes and
felt better still. Dinner time. Must close. Mr Eaton