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We made ourselves at home, as we were most happy to do, and
that afternoon I went down town to present to Mr Greeley the
letter that David Brower had given me.
Chapter 29
I came down Broadway that afternoon aboard a big white omnibus,
that drifted slowly in a tide of many vehicles. Those days there
were a goodly show of trees on either side of that thoroughfare -
elms, with here and there a willow, a sumach or a mountain ash.
The walks were thronged with handsome people - dandies with
high hats and flaunting necknes and swinging canes - beautiful
women, each covering a broad circumference of the pavement,
with a cone of crinoline that swayed over dainty feet. From Grace
Church down it was much of the same thing we see now, with a
more ragged sky line. Many of the great buildings, of white and
red sandstone, had then appeared, but the street was largely in
the possession of small shops - oyster houses, bookstores and the
like. Not until I neared the sacred temple of the Tribune did I feel
a proper sense of my own littleness.
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