GREAT PINE SWAMP. 



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heard some movements in the room below, and again the 

 same tall person walked towards the mills and stores, a 

 few hundred yards off from the house. In America, busi- 

 ness is the first object in view at all times, and right it 

 is that it should be so. Soon after, my hostess entered 

 my room, accompanied by a fine-looking woodsman, to 

 whom, as Mr. Jediah Irish, I was introduced. Reader, 

 to describe to you the qualities of that excellent man 

 were vain ; you should know him as I do, to estimate the 

 value of such men in our sequestered forests. He not 

 only made me welcome, but promised all his assistance 

 in forwarding my views. 



The long walks and long talks we have had together, 

 I never can forget, or the many beautiful birds which 

 we pursued, shot, and admired. The juicy venison, ex- 

 cellent bear flesh, and delightful trout, that daily formed 

 my food, methinks I can still enjoy. And then, what 

 pleasure I had in listening to him as he read his favorite 

 poems of Burns, while my pencil was occupied in smooth- 

 ing and softening the drawing of the bird before me ! 

 Was not this enough to recall to my mind the early im- 

 pressions that had been made upon it, by the description 

 of the golden age, which I here found realized ? 



The Lehigh about this place, forms numerous short 

 turns between the mountains, and affords frequent falls, 

 as well as below the falls deep pools, which render this 

 stream a most valuable one for mills of any kind. Not 

 many years before this date, my host was chosen by the 

 agent of the Lehigh Coal Company, as their mill-wright, 

 arid manager for cutting down' the fine trees which co- 

 vered the mountains around. He was young, robust, 



