Camping among the &quot;Tombs 



a private office probably the Manager s 

 called him out and said, &quot;Mr. So and So, here 

 is a man who has inquired every day for the 

 last week or so for a money package from Por 

 tage, Wisconsin. He is a stranger in the city 

 with no one to identify him. He states correctly 

 the amount and the name of the sender. He has 

 shown me a letter which indicates that Mr. 

 Muir is a botanist, and that although a travel 

 ing companion may have stolen Mr. Muir s 

 letter, he could not have stolen his botany, and 

 requests us to examine him.&quot; 



The head official smiled, took a good stare 

 into my face, waved his hand, and said, &quot;Let 

 him have it.&quot; Gladly I pocketed my money, 

 and had not gone along the street more than 

 a few rods before I met a very large negro 

 woman with a tray of gingerbread, in which I 

 immediately invested some of my new wealth, 

 and walked rejoicingly, munching along the 

 street, making no attempt to conceal the plea 

 sure I had in eating. Then, still hunting for 

 more food, I found a sort of eating-place in 

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