dining room chairs, with each back different, floor lamps carved in wood, incredibly heavy & cumbersome, a highly carved picture frame, candle sticks, an elaborate mantle; and a desk made from a melodian (the desk was empty by the way, a mere exhibition piece). There were curious chandeliers, the one in the dining room made of buffalo horns; an ornamental plaster grill with colored lights behind it - in the little hall off the entrance door, there was a gun collection, two full sized brass lusts of women, a carved wooden deer head with real horns, a cabinet full of curios.
     Feeling the need for air, I suggested we go to the harbor, which Arthur agreed to joyfully. (Besides, we had been disappointed in not seeing a demonstration of the curious cutting saw.) The sun had come out, and shown on the crude houses with the brilliant fire that only comes in late February. We went first to the Lackawanna Station and then over the Michigan Street bridge to the “peninsula” driving out almost to the point. The sun was setting, and coming back we stopped to look at a group of boats. The horizon sun was behind one boat, rendering it dark, its light struck the side of the next boat to the left with such a pure rich golden orange glare, as seemed impossible. Then we drove on to watch the sun disappear behind the break-water.
We proceeded then to the bridge opposite the Ford Co. and parked our car partway down it.