New York Times, December 6, 1892

MR. CLEVELAND AT HOME.

Tourists and sportsmen -- Field sports - Lodges

SAYS THAT HE HAS HAD A GOOD REST AND SOME GOOD SHOOTING.

Mr. Cleveland returned from the South to this city yesterday by the Norfolk express, which pulled into the Jersey City station of the Pennsylvania line at exactly 7:36 A. M.

The train had hardly come to a standstill when he nimbly swung himself to the platform from his special car, which was attached to the rear of the train. He was followed by a colored porter, who had his hands full in curbing the friskiness of Mr. Cleveland's favorite pointer, that, naturally enough, was as glad as his master himself to get a chance to stretch his legs.

The President-elect's face was healthily tanned, with a ruddy glow shining through the clear brown.

Mr. Cleveland did not want to do much talking. The keen air seemed to chill him somewhat. He buttoned his topcoat carefully right up to the top button, and said he was in a hurry to get home. On the way, however, from the train to his carriage, which was in waiting with two handsome bays in harness, he expressed himself as being delighted with his sport down South, and said that though he had brought no game with him, he had by no means fared so badly. The trip [to Hog Island], he said, had done him a great deal of good. He also referred in a tone of regret to the death of Jay Gould, whom he said, he had met several times.

The President-elect crossed to New-York on the Desbrosses Street Ferry, himself, his man servant, and his pointer dog filling up the carriage comfortably.

All on board the ferryboat, the Hudson City, recognized Mr. Cleveland as soon as he drove on board. A crowd soon gathered round his carriage as it stood among the other vehicles and gaped and stared unrelentingly and unblushingly through the windows. Mr. Cleveland did not notice his obtrusive fellow-citizens, but calmly chatted to his man servant and stroked the pointer's head till the boat reached Desbrosses Street, when his carriage was rapidly driven to his home at 12 West Fifty-first Street.