216 SPENCER FULLERTON BAIRD 
who is a good entomologist, and others, it is the richest place in the 
world. I have saved a few remarkable ones and shall catch 
more. . . . 
Take care of yourself, my dear boy. You are destined 
to great things, if you do not exhaust yourself too early by over-work. 
Yours affectionately, 
Georce P. Marsu. 
Spencer F. Baird to William M. Baird. 
CaRLISLE, Sept. 1, 1850. 
Dear WILL, 
I embrace the first moment of leisure to sit down and give you 
some account of my trip this summer. I found it impossible to write 
while gone, as I was never long enough in one spot to permit anything 
like a satisfactory expression of affairs. I arrived on Lake Champlain 
Saturday afternoon, July 20, having been detained two days in New 
York by Garrigue’s absence. By the way, I sent you no text of the 
Iconography at that time because there was none to send. Some has 
come in since, of which more anon. A week, beginning July 22, was 
spent in visiting different points on Lake Champlain which offered 
inducements to the fisher. Having exhausted all the accessible 
localities, I and my party started off on Monday, July 29, in a wagon | 
for the back country. We struck on to the head branches of the 
Hudson, then went south about 100 miles to Caldwell on the head of 
Lake George, and back along this lake, stopping at old Fort Ticon- 
deroga on our way. This took us until the end of the week. I forgot 
to say that Sam arrived the previous week with Gen. and Mrs. 
Churchill. 
Having thus disposed of Lakes George and Champlain, we 
started off again on Tuesday evening Aug. 6, in the steamboat and 
went to St. Johns, thence to Montreal where we arrived the next day. 
The same evening we again took the boat and went up the St. Law- 
rence reaching Ogdensburg next afternoon. At 7 P M we left for 
Sacket’s Harbor and staid until Saturday Morning, and on Saturday 
afternoon were in Oswego, where we remained till 4 P M on Monday. 
I need not say that at all these points we got whatever fish were 
