“All t the journeyings I had ever done had been pu­rely in the way of business. The pleasant May weat­her suggested a novelty namely, a trip for pure rec­reation, the bread-and-butter element left out. The Reverend said he would go, too a good man, one of the best of men, although a clergyman. By eleven at night we were in New Haven and on board the New York boat. We bought our tickets, and then went wandering around here and there, in the solid com­fort of being free and idle, and of putting distance between ourselves and the mails and telegraphs.”