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inained a true friend to me. Time passed away, and having 

 resolved to explore the British provinces of New Brunswick, we 

 proceeded to St John's, where we met with much politeness, 

 and ascending the river of that name, a most beautiful stream, 

 reached Frederickton, where we spent a week. Here Sir Ar- 

 chibald Campbell, Bart, received us with all the urbanity 

 and kindness of his amiable nature. We then ascended the river 

 to some miles below the " Great Falls" parallel to Mar's Hill, and 

 again entered the United States' territory near Woodstock. From 

 this spot we proceeded to Bangor, on the Penobscot river, as 

 you will find detailed in one of my short narratives entitled, " A 

 Journey in New Brunswick and Maine." 



Soon after our arrival in Boston, my son Victor Gifford 

 set sail for England, to superintend the publication of my 

 " Birds of America," and we resumed our pursuits, making 

 frequent excursions into the surrounding country. Here I was 

 a witness to the melancholy death of the great Spurzheim, 

 and was myself suddenly attacked by a severe illness, which 

 greatly alarmed my family ; but, thanks to Providence, and my 

 medical friends Parkman, Warren, and Shattuck, I was 

 soon enabled to proceed with my labours. A sedentary life and 

 too close application being the cause assigned for my indisposition, 

 I resolved to set out again in quest of fresh materials for my 

 pencil and pen. My wishes directing me to Labrador, I re- 

 turned eastward with my youngest son, and had the pleasure of 

 being joined by four young gentlemen, all fond of Natural His- 

 tory, and willing to encounter the difficulties and privations of 

 the voyage, — George Shattuck, Thomas Lincoln, Wil- 

 liam Ingalls, and Joseph Cooledge. 



At Eastport in Maine, I chartered a beautiful and fast- 



