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LIFE OF WILSON. 
neat little town. The wharves were crowded with vessels. One 
wharf here is twenty hundred and twenty-two feet long. I staid 
here two days, and again set off for Newburyport, through a rocky, 
uncultivated, steril country. 
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I travelled on thi’ough Newhampshire, stopping at eveiy 
place where I was likely to do any business ; and went as far east 
as Portland in Maine, where I staid three days, and, the supreme 
court being then sitting, I had an opportunity of seeing and conver- 
sing with people from the remotest boundaries of the United States 
in this quarter, and received much interesting information from 
them with regard to the birds that frequent these northern regions. 
From Portland I directed my course across the country, among 
dreary savage glens, and mountains covered with pines and hem- 
locks, amid whose black and half burnt trunks the everlasting 
rocks and stones, that cover this country, “ grinned horribly.” 
One hundred and fifty-seven miles brought me to Dartmouth Col- 
lege, Newhampshire, on the Vermont line. Here I paid my ad- 
dresses to the reverend fathers of literature, and met with a kind 
and obliging reception. Dr. Wheelock, the president, made me 
eat at his table, and the professors vied with each other to oblige me. 
“ I expect to be in Albany in five days, and if the legislature 
be sitting, I shall be detained perhaps three days there. In eight 
days more I hope to be in Philadelphia. I have laboured with the 
zeal of a knight errant in exhibiting this book of mine, wherever 
I went, travelling Avith it, like a beggar with his bantling, from town 
to town, and from one country to another. I have been loaded with 
praises — Avith compliments and kindnesses-— shaken almost to 
pieces in stage coaches ; have Avandered among strangers, hearing 
the same O^s and A/is, and telling the same story a thousand times 
over— -and for Avhat ? Ay, thaCs it ! You are very anxious to know, 
and you shall knoAv the Avhole Avhen I reach Philadelphia.” 
