this low fellow McKenzie and Capt Sennet who I believe is not much better from what poor Oliver told me. He also was their wanting. Poor Kate was cut to the very soul as well as myself. Here was the place in a mess of dirt and beer bottles in all directions, beer and tumblers half full, here and their and of course poor Baker half drunk. It is sad and painful to think of it. Cases of fresh herrings and all those things, as she said, utter distruction. She roused him up and gave him a severe lecture. He said that he, Capt Sennet and McKenzie was coming up here. Of course she told him never would she allow him to take such people to her there. I must stop here till you all kill me. She said all that was necessary on head but I can assure you the scene has made her feel so truly sorry that she cryed for an hour after coming home and I never felt so much put out. The idia of him knowing that that other vagabond McDugald was on this Capt Sennet's place to have allowed his own credit and family