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Title: Audubon and his journals
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Audubon, John James, 1785-1851 Audubon, Maria Rebecca, 1843-1925 Coues, Elliott, 1842-1899
Subjects: Birds
Publisher: New York, Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: American Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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e to accom-plish, on foot, the long journey which we contemplated.Two of the passengers evinced a desire to accompany us,provided, said the tallest and stoutest of them, the ladcan keep up. My business, he continued, is urgent,and I shall push for Frankfort pretty fast. Dinner, towhich we had contributed some fish from the river, beingover, my boy and I took a ramble along the shores ofCash Creek, on which, some years before, I had beendetained several weeks by ice. We slept at the tavern,and next morning prepared for our journey, and werejoined by our companions, although it was past twelvebefore we crossed the creek. One of our fellow-travellers, named Rose, who was adelicate and gentlemanly person, acknowledged that hewas not a good walker, and said he was glad that my sonwas with us, as he might be able to keep up with the livelyyouth. The other, a burly personage, at once pushedforwards. We walked in Indian file along the narrowtrack cut through the canes, passed a wood-yard, and
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VICTOR GIFFORD AUDUBON. PAIiNTED BY AUDUBON ABOUT 1S23. EPISODES 275 entered the burnt forest, in which we met with so manylogs and briers that we judged it better to make for theriver, the course of which we followed over a bed of peb-bles, my son sometimes ahead, and again falling back,until we reached America, a village having a fine situation,but with a shallow approach to the shore. Here we haltedat the best house, as every traveller ought to do, whetherpedestrian or equestrian, for he is there sure of being welltreated, and will not have to pay more than in an inferiorplace. Now we constituted Mr. Rose purser. We hadwalked twelve miles over rugged paths and pebbly shores,and soon proceeded along the edge of the river. Seventough miles ended, we found a house near the bank, andin it we determined to pass the night. The first person wemet with was a woman picking cotton in a small field. Onasking her if we might stay in her cabin for the night, sheanswered we might, and hoped we c

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