556 APPENDIX. 



Audubon's account of Boone barking a squirrel, as a lie. When I 

 read it, I laid it down as a most barefaced lie ; but I dared not com 

 ment upon it, as I had never seen your sharp-shooters in the field. 

 I had never seen the verses in Audubon's praise, which you have 

 described. I should not have thought anybody capable of writing 

 such absurd and, I may say, blasphemous trash. Depend upon it; 

 there is method in all these effusions. All Audubon wants is to get an 

 ornithological passport from this country, in order that he may gull 

 other nations upon the strength of it. Unfortunately, we have not 

 one real practical ornithologist who has travelled in your country, so 

 that nobody dares to expose him, though many of them are quite 

 satisfied that his works are replete with falsehoods. When you come 

 over here, we must set to work in good earnest, and point out to this 

 infatuated public how it has been imposed upon. I hope you will 

 always send me everything that Judge Hall writes on Audubon. 

 I consider his criticisms most invaluable, and they are of the utmost 

 use to me, for I am the only one who opposes Audubon. You 

 will see by the London which I send you to-day, that there is a 

 third volume of Audubon's "Biography" announced. I shall be 

 anxious to know what Master Jameson will say of it. Probably, he 

 will carefully avoid coming in contact with me a second time. 

 However, I shall keep a good look-out, and if he only alludes to me, 

 I shall write him a third letter, which I will take care shall be a 

 flogger. In the meantime, I hope you will be unceasing in your 

 efforts to expose the man who has brought such real discredit upon 

 your country. I particularly want to know all about his keeping 

 shop, because, since his " life " has appeared in that humbug of a 

 book of parrots, got up purposely for sale by Sir Lauder Dick and 

 Captain Brown, people really imagine that Audubon was quite in- 

 dependent, and had nothing to do for twenty years but to draw birds 

 and to write their history. 



A gentleman of fortune, from the neighbourhood of Manchester, 

 informed me the other day that Audubon's birds are quite at a dis- 

 count. I can easily believe it. You will see at the end of my 

 paper, in the February number, that I have given the editor of your 

 American Quarterly a shot. I intend to give it pretty stiffly to 

 Parson Morris in the May number, for his impertinent remarks in 



