Letters of Travel (1892-1913)

Excerpt:"After the gloom of grey Atlantic weather, our ship came to America in a flood of winter sunshine that made unaccustomed eyelids blink, and the New Yorker, who is nothing if not modest, said, ''This isn''t a sample of our really fine days. Wait until such and such times come, or go to such and a such a quarter of the city.'' We were content, and more than content, to drift aimlessly up and...