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these matters, I shall not sit down with folded hands, whilst any 
thing can be done to carry my point : since God helps them who 
help themselves. I am fixing correspondents in every corner of 
these northern regions, like so many pickets and outposts, so that 
scarcely a wren or tit shall be able to pass along, from York to Ca- 
nada, but I shall get intelligence of it.” 
To Mr. D. H. MILLER. 
Boston, October 12, 1808. 
Dear Sir, 
“ I arrived here on Sunday last, after various adven- 
tures, the particulars of which, as well as the observations I have 
had leisure to make upon the passing scenery around me, I shall 
endeavour, as far as possible, to compress into this letter, for your 
own satisfaction, and that of my friends who may be interested for 
my welfare. My company in the stage coach to Newyork were all 
unknown to me, except Col, S., who was on his route to Fort Os- 
wego, on Lake Ontario, to take command of the troops intended to 
be stationed on that part of the frontier, to prevent evasions of the 
Embargo law. The sociable disposition and affability of the Colo- 
nel made this part of the journey pass very agreeably, for both be- 
ing fond of walking, whenever the driver stopped to water, or drink 
grog, which was generally every six or eight miles, we set out on 
foot, and sometimes got on several miles before the coach over- 
hauled us. By this method we enjoyed our ride, and with some 
little saving of horseflesh, which I know you will approve of. At 
Princeton I bade my fellow travellers good bye, as I had to wait 
upon the reverend doctors of the college. I took my book under 
my arm, put several copies of the prospectus into my pocket, and 
walked up to this spacious sanctuary of literature. I could amuse 
you with some of my reflections on this occasion, but room will 
