it all on my back. It was well hidden so that I felt safe as far as my fellow beings were concerned. Indeed I could not find it myself without referring to a mark I made on the side of the main avenue. Every day after an interview with the birds, my neighbors, who soon began to know me and scold less and sing more, I went to the office of the Adams Ex. co. for a 75 package which I had ordered my brother in Portage to send me here, and which from a letter received at the P.O. the day after I arrived I knew he had sent. But day after day I was told the money had not come, and I began to wonder why the Ex. was so much slower than the mail. My store of cents was now very low, and I saw danger of downright starvation which no enthusiasm could prevent. Relying on my knowledge of machinery I spent the third day visiting every mill in Savannah looking for work, but could find none. Then I thought it worst came to worst I would strike out into the surrounding country and steal corn or rice enough for a living while waiting for the money. In the meantime I cut down my expenses to 3 or 4 cents a day. But I began to grow feeble and giddy and the streams on the roadside seemed to be running uphill. [Drawing “First night in Bonaventure on an old grave with owls, crickets, pinch-bugs, and mosquitoes.”]
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