Various groups were seated around.

New comers, like ourselves, stood here and there, for there were not seats enough to accommodate all who sought entertainment.

The landlord sat calm and indifferent, his hands in his pockets, exhibiting all the phlegm of a Pennsylvania Dutchman.
His fat, notable spouse was trotting round, now stopping to scold about some one who, "burn his skin!" had fallen short in his duty; now laughing good-humoredly until her sides shook, at some witticism addressed to her.
She welcomed us very cordially, but to our inquiry, "Can you accommodate us ?" her reply was, "Not I.I have got twice as many people now as I know what to do with.

I have had to turn my own family out of their quarters, what with the commissioners and the lot of folks that has come in upon us." "What are we to do, then?
It is too late and stormy to go up to Shanty-town to seek for lodgings." "Well, sit you down and take your supper, and we will see what we can do." And she actually did contrive to find a little nook, in which we were glad to take refuge from the multitudes around us.
A slight board partition separated us from the apartment occupied by General Root, of New York, one of the commissioners of the treaty.

The steamer in which we came had brought the mail, at that day a rare blessing to the distant settlements.