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just as the clock struck ten. I cannot say that my bones 

 were much rested, but not a moment was to be lost. So I 

 desired a porter to take up my little luggage, and lead- 

 ing him towards the nearest wharf, I found myself, soon 

 after, gliding across the Delaware, towards my former 

 lodgings in the Jerueys. The lights were shining from 

 the parallel streets as I crossed them, all was tranquil 

 and serene, until there came the increasing sound of the 

 Baltimore steamer, which, for some reason unknown to 

 me, was that evening later than usual in its arrival. My 

 luggage was landed and carried home by means of a 

 bribe. The people had all retired to rest, but my voice 

 was instantly recognized, and an entrance was afforded 

 to me. 



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ONE of the most entertaining narrators of hunting 

 adventures, is Frederick Gerstaecker, a German tra- 

 veler, who came to this country several years since, ap- 

 parently for the sole purpose of hunting in the far west. 

 He worked at various employments to raise money, and 

 when he had obtained a supply, would shoulder his rifle, 

 go into the woods and hunt. His book, " Wild Sports 

 in the Far West," is exceedingly entertaining. We 

 make some extracts from it ; commencing at a point 



