232 JOHN BARTRAM TO [1761. 



son." Who is this Pine? " Powel and Eddy desire but half 

 the quantity of walnuts." Who is this Eddy? " But all desire 

 neiv tilings ; they are tired of old ones." Do they think I can 

 make new ones ? I have sent them seeds of almost every tree and 

 shrub from Nova Scotia to Carolina ; very few are wanting : and 

 from the sea across the continent to the lakes. It's very likely 

 ignorant people may give strange names to tickle your ears withal ; 

 but, as I have travelled through most of these provinces, and have 

 specimens sent by the best hands, I know well what grows there. 

 Indeed, I have not yet been at the Ohio, but have many specimens 

 from there. But in about two weeks I hope to set out to search my- 

 self, if the barbarous Indians don't hinder me (and if I die a martyr 

 to Botany, God's will be done ; His will be done in all things). 

 They domineer, threaten, and steal most of .the best horses they 

 can. None could have worse luck than I with your roots sent last 

 fall and this spring. * 



The Double Wild Crocus was a mistake. I suppose I meant the 

 Ranunculus. * * 



November, 17C1. 



Dear Peter : 



In the little box, No. IX., I have packed up these plants : four 

 roots of Mountain Kalmia, a sod of evergreen Andromeda, of 

 Sarraeenia, of low Calceolus [Cypripedium acaule, Ait. ?], of a 

 lovely evergreen grassy plant perhaps an Asphodel [probably 

 XerophyUum asphodeloides, Nutt.]. * * I have just received 

 two fine cargoes of fresh plants from South Carolina, from two 

 different correspondents. But Dr. Garden hath sent me nothing 

 this fall, but thanks in a letter to my son, for a large parcel of 

 bulbous roots I sent him. He is so hurried in his practice, that he 

 can hardly go out of town. But I am packing up a chest of apples 

 for him, which I hope will make him speak by next spring. But 

 I can't yet get one plant from Billy. He sent me some in the 

 summer, but they were washed overboard by a storm. * * 



* * My correspondents near London write to me as freely 

 for the Carolina plants, as if they thought I could get them as 

 easily as they do the plants in the European gardens ; that is, to 

 walk at their leisure along the alleys and dig what they please out 

 of the beds, without the danger of life or limb. * 



