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Ixxx LIFE OF WILSON. 
two feet long. I staid here two days, and again set off for 
Newburyport, through a rocky, uncultivated, steril country. 
* * * * 
“ I travelled on through New Hampshire, stopping at every 
place where I was likely to do any business; and went as far 
east as Portland in Mdne, where I staid three days, and, the 
supreme court being then sitting, I had an opportunity of see- 
ing and conversing with people from the remotest boundaries 
of the United States in this quarter, and received much inter- 
esting information from them with regard to the birds that fre- 
quent these northern regions. From Portland I directed my 
course across the country, among dreary savage glens, and 
mountains covered with pines and hemlocks, amid whose black 
and half-burnt trunks the everlasting rocks and stones, that co- 
ver this country, “ grinned horribly.” One hundred and fifty- 
seven miles brought me to Dartmouth College, Newhampshire, 
on the Vermont line. Here I paid my addresses to the reve- 
rend 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 with it, like a beggar with his 
bantling, from town to town, and from one country to another. 
I have been loaded with praises — with compliments and kind- 
nesses — shaken almost to pieces in stage coaches; have wan- 
dered among strangers, hearing the same O’s and AKs, and 
telling the same story a thousand times over — and for what? 
Ay, that’s it! You are very anxious to know, and you shall 
know the whole when I reach Philadelphia,” 
