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company, because we had 37 and a half miles to go, 

 through wilderness, the road bad and several streams 

 to cross and must drive the distance if we were to 

 avoid spending the night in the woods. We got early 

 upon the road (Aug. I2th) but reached our destination 

 not until after sunset. That part of the mountains 

 beyond the Kittatiny and between the Delaware and 

 the Eastern arm of the Susquehannah is called in sev- 

 eral maps St. Anthony's Wilderness. I could not 

 learn how St. Anthonius, who is not much known else- 

 where in America, received this honor. The region is 

 better known by the name, above-mentioned, of the 

 Great Swamp, which designation applies in strictness 







only to a part. The entrance to this unpeopled waste 

 is, at one point, through the gap in the Pokono 

 Mountain, pretty high but not steep. Then the Pokono 

 creek is passed and the road lies up that stream six 

 miles to White-oak Run, a frightful and narrow path 

 over stump and stone. Then follows upland, with a few 

 smaller hills. The whole way the road is grown up 

 on both sides in bush, notwithstanding that fire has 

 often passed over and left standing great numbers of 

 fine trunks half-burnt. These fires in the woods spread 

 at times accidentally from the camp-fires of travellers, 

 and again the woods are purposely burned by hunters 

 who post themselves behind the wind and wait for 

 game frightened out by the fire and smoke. Farther 

 on, we got into the veritable Great Swamp, so-called, 

 which extends only 15 miles across but no one knows 

 how far it lies to the north and south. Really, the 

 whole of this region is not what is commonly called 

 swamp, several mountains and valleys being included 

 under the name. I do not trust myself to give a pic- 



