236 
WANDERINGS IN 
FOURTH 
JOUH N KY. 
By the time I had got to Schenectady, I began 
strongly to suspect that I had come into the wrong 
country to look for bugs, bears, brutes, and buffaloes. 
It is an enchanting journey from Albany to Schenec¬ 
tady, and from thence to Lake Erie. The situation 
of the city of Utica is particularly attractive; the 
Mohawk running close by it, the fertile fields and 
woody mountains, and the falls of Trenton, forcibly 
press the stranger to stop a day or two here, before 
he proceeds onward to the lake. 
At some far-distant period, when it will not be 
possible to find the place where many of the cele¬ 
brated cities of the East once stood, the world will have 
to thank the United States of America for bringing 
their names into the western regions. It is indeed, 
a pretty thought of these people to give to their 
rising towns the names of places so famous and con¬ 
spicuous in former times. 
As I was sitting one evening under an oak, in the 
high grounds behind Utica, I could not look down 
upon the city without thinking of Cato and his mis¬ 
fortunes. Had the town been called Crofton, or 
Warmfield, or Dewsbury, there would have been 
nothing remarkable in it; but Utica at once revived 
the scenes at school long past and half forgotten, and 
carried me with full speed back again to Italy, and 
from thence to Africa. I crossed the Rubicon with 
Caesar; fought at Pharsalia; saw poor Pompey 
into Larissa, and tried to wrest the fatal sword from 
Cato’s hand in Utica. When I perceived he was 
no more, I mourned over the noble-minded man 
