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not sure whether I told you that I had lost Bishop 

 Berkeley. I left it behind at Avon, where I was too 

 sick to think about it, but the driver promised me 

 faithfully, for value received, to look it up and send 

 it to the stage-office at Buffalo, where I may find it 

 on my return. 



I was roused this morning just at daybreak. We 

 were just at Detroit. I established myself at a hotel, 

 got my breakfast, and sallied forth to survey the 

 town, which is larger than I supposed and most beau- 

 tifully situated. As soon as I thought your friend, 

 C. W. Whipple, 1 might be at his office I called to 

 pay my respects and deliver the doctor's letter. He 

 was not in ; but arrived in a few minutes. He is a 

 good-looking man, but I suspect rather older and a 

 good deal fatter than when you knew him. His black 

 hair has a few silver threads mingled with it, but his 

 countenance is youthful and most thoroughly good- 

 natured. We had some conversation; then went to 

 see Dr. Pitcher, but he was not at home : thence to 

 Dr. Houghton's house, which is entirely occupied as a 

 store-house for the stuff collected in the State survey. 

 It is astonishing what a prodigious quantity of labor 

 Dr. H. and his companions have done and what ex- 

 tensive coDections they have made. Dr. H. is not 

 now at home but is expected to-morrow. We went 

 next to the State-House, but did not find Governor 

 Mason at his office. We looked through the building, 

 at their commencement for a State library, etc., 

 where we met some of the dignitaries of the State. 



1 Charles W. WHpple, died in 1855. Was educated at West Point, 

 where prohahly he was a pupil of Dr. Torrey. He was never in the 

 army, but studied law and practiced in Detroit ; was made Judge, 

 then Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Michigan. Ex-officio 

 regent of the State university. 



