He roved the streets in fair weather and foul, and at all hours. He
watched keenly all the figures he passed, at least until assured they
had no interest for him; he peered into shops; he reviewed equipages.
In those days it was possible to do this to some purpose, if a man were
looking for somebody; the streets were not as now filled with a
confused and confusing crowd going all ways at once; and no policeman
was needed, even for the most timid, to cross Broadway where it was
busiest. What a chance there was then for the gay part of the world to
show itself! A lady would heave in sight, like a ship in the distance,
and come bearing down with colours flying; one all alone, or two
together, having the whole sidewalk for themselves. Slowly they would
come and pass, in the full leisure of display, and disappear, giving
place to a new sail just rising to view. No such freedom of display and
monopoly of admiration is anywhere possible any longer in the city of
Gotham.
Pitt had been walking the streets for days, and was weary of watching
the various feminine craft which sailed up and down in them. None of
them were like the one he was looking for, neither could he see
anything that looked like the colonel's straight slim figure and
soldierly bearing. He was weary, but he persevered. A man in his
position was not open to the charge of looking for a needle in a
haystack, such as would now be justly brought to him. New York was not
quite so large then as it is now. It is astonishing to think what a
little place it was in those days; when Walker Street was not yet built
on its north side, and there was a pond at the corner of Canal Street,
and Chelsea was in the country; when the 'West End' was at State
Street, and St. George's Church was in Beekman Street, and Beekman
Street was a place of fashion. The city was neither so dingy nor so
splendid as it is now, and the bright sun of our climate was pouring
all the gold it could upon its roofs and pavements, those September
days when Pitt was trying to be everywhere and to see everything.
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