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with some concern, uncertain how near wc 

 might have been to the discovery of all that 

 we wanted, and regretting the probability that, 

 in consequence of the drain we had made, a 

 few years would wholly destroy the venerable 

 objects of our research. 



Almost in despair at our failure in the 

 last place, where so much was expected, 

 it was v^ith very little spirit we mounted 

 our horses on another enquiry. Crossing 

 the Walkill at the falls, we ascended over 

 a double swelling hill into a rudely cul- 

 tivated country, about twenty miles west 

 from the Hudson, where, in a thinly settled 

 neighbourhood, lived the honest farmer Peter 

 Millspaw, who, three years before, had dis- 

 covered several bones : from his log; hut, 

 he accompanied us to the morass. — It was 

 impossible to resist the solemnity of the 

 approach to this venerable spot, which was 

 surrounded by a fence of safety to the cat- 

 tle without. Here we fastened our horfes, 

 and followed our guide into the center of 

 the morass, or ratlier marshy , forest, where 

 . every step was taken on rotten timber and 

 the spreading roots of tall trees, the luxuri- 



