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give us food and shelter for the night, but said that as 

 the moon was up, she could get us put over when her 

 skiff came back. Hungry and fatigued, we lay down on 

 the brown grass, waiting either a scanty meal, or the skiff 

 that was to convey us across the river. I had already 

 grated the corn for our supper, run down the chickens, 

 and made a fire, when a cry of * Boat coming !' roused us 

 all. We crossed the river Ohio, and I again found my- 

 self in Kentucky, the native state of my two sons. We 

 then pursued our onward journey, but my son suffered 

 sorely from lameness. As we trudged along, nothing re- 

 markable occurred excepting that we saw a fine black 

 wolf, quite tame and gentle, the owner of which had re- 

 fused a hundred dollars for it. Mr. Rose, who was an 

 engineer, and a man of taste, played on the flageolet to 

 lighten our journey. At an orchard we filled our pockets 

 with October peaches, and when we came to Trade Water 

 river we found it low ; the acorns were already drifted on 

 its shallows, and the ducks were running about picking 

 them up. Passing a flat bottom, we saw a large buffalo 

 lick. 



" We reached Highland Lick, where we stumbled on 

 a cabin, the door of which we thrust open, overturning a 

 chair that had been put behind it. On a dirty bed lay a 

 man, a table, with a journal, or perhaps ledger, before 

 him, a small cask in the corner near him, a brass pistol 

 on a nail over his head, and a long Spanish dagger by 

 his side. He arose and asked what we wanted ? * The 

 way to a better place, the road to Sugg's.' * Follow the 

 road, and you will get to his house in about five miles.' 

 Separating from our companions, who were unable to 

 proceed at the same pace, we reached Green River, were 

 ferried across, and shortly afterwards reached Louisville." 



"On the 25th October, 1822," writes Audubon, "I 

 entered Louisville with thirteen dollars in my pocket. 



