12 JOHN JAMES AUDUBON 
knew not and cared naught about them. 
I purchased excellent and _ beautiful 
horses, visited all such neighbours as I 
found congenial spirits, and was as 
happy as happy could be.”’ 
Near him there lived an English 
family by the name of Bakewell, but 
he had such a strong antipathy to the 
English that he postponed returning the 
call of Mr. Bakewell, who had left his 
card at Mill Grove during one of Audu- 
bon’s excursions to the woods. In the 
late fall or early winter, however, he 
chanced to meet Mr. Bakewell while out 
hunting grouse, and was so pleased with 
him and his well-trained dogs, and his 
good marksmanship, that he apologised 
for his discourtesy in not returning his 
call, and promised to do so forthwith. 
Not many mornings thereafter he was 
seated in his neighbour’s house. 
‘¢Well do I recollect the morning,’’ 
he says in the autobiographical sketch 
which he prepared for his sons, ‘‘and 
