JOHN JAMES AUDUBON 91 
pletion of the work of his life, than did 
Audubon to the finishing of his ‘‘ Ameri- 
can Ornithology.”’ 
During this month Audubon left 
Camden and turned his face toward 
his wife and children, crossing the 
mountains to Pittsburg in the mail 
coach with his dog and gun, thence 
down the Ohio in a steamboat to Louis- 
ville, where he met his son Victor, 
whom he had not seen for five years. 
After a few days here with his two boys, 
he started for Bayou Sara to see his wife. 
Reaching Mr. Johnson’s house in the 
early morning, he went at once to his 
wife’s apartment: ‘‘Her door was ajar, 
already she was dressed and sitting by 
her piano, on which a young lady was 
playing. I pronounced her name gently, 
she saw me, and the next moment I held 
her in my arms. Her emotion was so 
great I feared I had acted rashly, but 
tears relieved our hearts, once more we 
were together.”’ 
