I did not reach home till near Sunday morning, more dead than alive.

I did not go to church that day, which made many wonder what had become of me, for I was always expected to be in the singers' seat on Sunday.

I did not recover from the effects of that night-journey for a long time.

Soon after this occurrence, I began to increase my little business, and and employed my old joiner "boss" and one of his apprentices; bought my mahogany in the plank and sawed my own vaneers [sic] with a hand-saw.

I engaged a man with a one horse wagon to go to New York after a load of mahogany, and went with him to select it.