70 John Bachman. 



Martin gave us the boat song, just as we were going 

 down the rapids; and to this day, we look upon the 

 passage down the rapids, as the most pleasant in all 

 our travels. J. B. 



BOSTON, 13th Sept. 1827. 

 To MRS. BACHMAN: 



Since I wrote you, I have been sick again. I im- 

 proved at Newport. Then a cold, chilly wind, from 

 the sea, was too severe for my poor, frame, and I was 

 obliged to order a fire. On Sunday night, I had a 

 tremendous shake, and discovered that I had fever 

 and ague again. On Monday afternoon, we left 

 Newport, in a small steamboat, We had the 

 Governor of Rhode Island on board, a social, well 

 informed man. He called to show us all that was 

 to be seen in Providence: but we had already left 

 the place. In the evening, ray chills came on in the 

 boat. When we reached Providence, there were no 

 carriages at the wharf. A stranger kindly went in 

 search of a carriage, and at 9 P. M., we rode up to 

 the hotel. 



The next morning, I took a short walk to get a 

 glimpse of Providence. A gentleman hailed me. It 

 was Mr M., who had helped to nurse me in New 

 York, when nearly at my worst to meet me here, 

 so unexpectedly, overwhelmed him with joy. As I 

 was crawling along, a gentleman introduced himself 

 to me, as Mr. G., a son-in-law of Dr. Moser. He 

 lent me his arm, and we went slowly through the 

 town. This town is the second in New England, 

 and has taken away a great part of the trade 

 of Newport. It lies at the head of the bay, and 

 has seventeen hundred inhabitants. Tell little 

 Maria to know all about the geography of this, before 

 my return. Here is Brown University. Provi- 



