Audubon and his journals
' / ^8««««8888S8SS8«Sg««g«<:^g«8gg® :.1 A Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2007 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/audubonhisjournaOOaudu AUDUBON HIS JOURNALS AUDUBON AND HIS JOURNALS BY MARIA R. AUDUBON WITH ZOOLOGICAL AND OTHER NOTES BY ELLIOTT COUES ILLUSTRATED VOLUME I. NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1899 4. Copyright, 1897, By Charles Scribner's Sons. JdHM WipsoN And Son Cambridge, U.S.A. STn Lotitiff iltemorp OF MY FATHER, JOHN WOODHOUSE AUDUBON, AND OF HIS LOVE AND ADMIRATION FOR HIS FATHER, JOHN JAMES AUDUBON, THIS BOOK WAS WRITTEN. PREFACE IT is customary at the close of a Preface to make some acknowledgment of the services rendered by others in the preparation of a volume ; but in my case this aid has been so generous, so abundant, and so helpful, that I must reverse the order of things and begin by saying that my heartiest thanks are due to the many who have assisted me in a work which for many years has been my dream. Without the very material aid, both by pen and advice, of Dr. Elliott Coues, these pages would have lost more than I care to contemplate. All the zoological notes are his, and many of the geographical, besides suggestions too numerous to mention; moreover, all this assistance was most liberally given at a time when he personally was more than busy ; and yet my wishes and convenience have always been consulted. Next to the memory of my father, Mr. Ruthven Deane has been the motive power which has caused these vol- umes to be written. For many years he has urged me to attempt it, and has supplied me with some valuable mate- rial, especially regarding Henderson. During the months that I have been working on much that I have felt incom- petent to deal with, his encouragement has helped me over many a difficulty. viii PREFACE To my sisters Harriet and Florence, and my cousin M. Eliza Audubon, I am especially indebted. The first and last have lent me of their choicest treasures ; letters, jour- nals, and other manuscripts they have placed uncondition- ally in my hands, besides supplying many details from other sources ; and my sister Florence has been my almost hourly assistant in more ways than I can specify. The arrangement of the papers and journals was sug- gested by the late Dr. G. Brown Goode ; and many names come to mind of friends who have helped me in other ways. Among them are those of Mr. W. H. Wetherill, Messrs. Richard R. and William Rathbone, my aunt, Mrs. James Hall, Dr. Arthur T. Lincoln, Mr, Morris F. Tyler, Mr. Joseph Coolidge, Rev. A. Gordon Bakewell, and Mr. George Bird Grinnell. I wish also to say that without the loving generosity of my friend the late Miss M. Louise Comstock, I should never have had the time at my command which I have needed for this work ; and last, but by no means least, I thank my mother for her many memories, and for her wise criticisms. There came into my hands about twelve years ago some of these journals, — those of the Missouri and Labrador journeys; and since then others have been added, all of which had been virtually lost for years. The story of how I heard of some, and traced others, is too long to tell here, so T will only say that these journals have formed my chief sources of information. So far as has been possible I have verified and supplemented them by every means. Researches have been made in San Domingo, New Orleans, and France ; letters and journals have been consulted which PREFACE IX prove this or that statement ; and from the mass of papers I have accumulated, I have used perhaps one fifth. " The Life of Audubon the Naturahst, edited by Mr. Robert Buchanan from material supplied by his widow," covers, or is supposed to cover, the same ground I have gone over. That the same journals were used is obvious ; and besides these, others, destroyed by fire in Shelbyville, Ky., were at my grandmother's command, and more than all, her own recollections and voluminous diaries. Her manuscript, which I never saw, was sent to the English publishers, and was not returned to the author by them or by Mr. Buchanan. How much of it was valuable, it is impossible to say; but the fact remains that Mr. Bu- chanan's book is so mixed up, so interspersed with anec- dotes and episodes, and so interlarded with derogatory remarks of his own, as to be practically useless to the world, and very unpleasant to the Audubon family. More- over, with few exceptions everything about birds has been left out. Many errors in dates and names are apparent, especially the date of the Missouri River journey, which is ten years later than he states. However, if Mr. Buchanan had done his work better, there would have been no need for mine ; so I forgive him, even though he dwells at un- necessary length on Audubon's vanity and selfishness, of which I find no traces. In these journals, nine in all, and in the hundred or so of letters, written under many skies, and in many condi- tions of life, by a man whose education was wholly French, one of the journals dating as far back as 1822, and some of the letters even earlier, — there is not one sentence, one expression, that is other than that of a refined and cul- X PREFACE tured gentleman. More than that, there is not one utter- ance of " anger, hatred or malice." Mr. George Ord and Mr. Charles Waterton were both my grandfather's bitter enemies, yet one he rarely mentions, and of the latter, when he says, " I had a scrubby letter from Waterton," he has said his worst. But the journals will speak for themselves better than I can, and so I send them forth, believing that to many they will be of absorbing interest, as they have been to me, M. R. A. CONTENTS Volume I PAGE Introduction 3 Audubon 5 The European Journals. 1826-1829 79 The Labrador Journal. 1833 343 The Missouri River Journals. 1843 447 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Vol. I. PAGE Audubon ..i^. Frontispiece From the portrait by J. W. Audubon. November, 1843. Mill Grove Mansion on the Perkiomen Creek ... i6 From a photograph from W. H. Wetherill, Esq. Fatland Ford Mansion, looking toward Valley Forge 20 From a photograph from W. H. Wetherill, Esq. Audubon's Mill at Henderson, Ky 34 Now owned by Mr. David Clark. John J. Audubon 48 From the miniature by F. Cruikshank, published by Robert Havell, January 12, 1835. Mrs. Audubon 64 From the miniature by F. Cruikshank, 1835. Audubon 74 Date unknown. From a daguerreotype owned by M. Eliza Audubon. Audubon Monument in Trinity Church Cemetery, New- York 76 Flycatchers. {Heretofore unpublished?) 1 14 From a drawing made by Audubon in 1S26, and presented to Mrs. Rathbone of Green Bank, Liverpool. Still in the possession of the Rathbone family. From a Pencil Sketch of Audubon 128 Drawn by himself for Mrs. Rathbone. Now in the possession of Mr. Richard R. Rathbone, Glan-y-Menai, Anglesey. xiv ILLUSTRATIONS. PAGE Audubon in Indian Dress 132 From a pencil sketch drawn by himself for Miss Rathbone, 1826. Now in the possession of Mrs. Abraham Dixon (,tUe Rathbone), London, England, Audubon 206 From the portrait by Henry Inman. Now in the possession of the family. Facsimile of Entry in Journal 221 Eagle and Lamb 342 Painted by Audubon, London, 1828. In the possession of the family. Audubon 348 From the portrait by George P. A. Healy, London, 1838. Now in the possession of the Boston Society of Natural History. Victor Gifford Audubon 384 From the miniature by F. Cruikshank, 1838. John Woodhouse Audubon 412 From the miniature by F. Cruikshank, 1838. Audubon 454 From the portrait by John Woodhouse Audubon (about 1841). Columba passerina (now Columbigallina PASSERINA terrestris), Ground Dove 474 From the unpublished drawing by J. J. Audubon, 1838, Facsimile of a Page of the Missouri River Journal . 510 Reduced one third. View on the Missouri River, above Great Bend . . 516 From a water-color drawing by Isaac Sprague. Indian Hatchet Pipe 532 Carried by Audubon during many of his journeys. AUDUBON VOL. I. — 1 INTRODUCTION TN the brief biography of Audubon which follows, I have given, I believe, the only correct account that has been written, and as such I present it. I am not competent to give an opinion as to the merits of his work, nor is it necessary. His place as naturalist, woodsman, artist, author, has long since been accorded him, and he himself says : " My enemies have been few, and my friends numerous." I have tried only to put Audubon the 7ttan before my readers, and in his own words so far as possible, that they may know what he was, not what others thought he was. M. R. A. AUDUBON THE village of Mandeville in the parish of St. Tam- many, Louisiana, is about twenty miles from New Orleans on the north shore of Lake Ponchartrain. Here, on the plantation of the same name, owned by the Mar- quis de Mandeville de Marigny, John James Laforest Audubon^ was born, the Marquis having lent his home, in the generous southern fashion, to his friend Admiral Jean Audubon, who, with his Spanish Creole wife, lived here some months. In the same house, towards the close of the last century, Louis Philippe found refuge for a time with the ever hospitable Marigny family, and he named the beautiful plantation home " Fontainebleau." Since then changes innumerable have come, the estate has other owners, the house has gone, those who once dwelt there are long dead, their descendants scattered, the old landmarks obliterated. Audubon has given a sketch of his father in his own words in " Myself," which appears in the pages following ; but of his mother little indeed is known. Only within the year, have papers come into the hands of her great-grand- children, which prove her surname to have been Rabin, Audubon himself tells of her tragic death, which was not, however, in the St. Domingo insurrection of 1793, but in one of the local uprisings of the slaves which were of 1 " My name is John James Laforest Audubon. The name Laforest I never sign except when writing to my wife, and she is the only being, since my father's death, who calls me by it." (Letter of Audubon to Mrs. Rath- bone, 1827.) All Mrs. Audubon's letters to her husband address him as Laforest. AUDUBON frequent occurrence in that beautiful island, whose history is too dark to dwell upon. Beyond this nothing can be found relating to the mother, whom Audubon lost before he was old enough to remember her, except that in 1822 one of the family Marigny told my father, John Woodhouse Audubon, then a boy of ten, who with his parents was living in New Orleans, that she was " une dame d'une beaute incomparable et avec beaucoup de fierte." It may seem strange that nothing more can be found regarding this lady, but it is to be remembered these were troublous days, when stormy changes were the rule ; and the roving and adventurous sailor did not, I presume, encumber himself with papers. To these circumstances also it is probably due that the date of Audubon's birth is not known, and must always remain an open question. In his journals and letters various allusions are made to his age, and many passages bearing on the matter are found, but with one exception no two agree ; he may have been born anywhere between 1772 and 1783, and in the face of this uncertainty the date usually given, May 5, 1780, may be accepted, though the true one is no doubt earlier. The attachment between Audubon and his father was of the strongest description, as the long and affectionate, if somewhat infrequent letters, still in the possession of the family, fully demonstrate. When the Admiral was retired from active service, he lived at La Gerbetiere in France with his second wife, Anne Moynette, until his death, on February 19, 1818, at the great age of ninety-five. In this home near the Loire, Audubon spent his happy boyhood and youth, dearly beloved and loving, and receiv- ing the best education time and place afforded. As the boy grew older and more advantages were desired for him, came absences when he was at school in La Rochelle and Paris ; but La Gerbetiere was his home till in early manhood he returned to America, the land he loved above AUDUBON all others, as his journals show repeatedly. The impress of the years in France was never lost; he always had a strong French accent, he possessed in a marked degree the adaptability to circumstances which is a trait of that nation, and his disposition inherited from both parents was elated or depressed by a trifle. He was quick-tem- pered, enthusiastic, and romantic, yet affectionate, forgiv- ing, and with unlimited industry and perseverance ; he was generous to every one with time, money, and possessions ; nothing was too good for others, but his own personal requirements were of the simplest character. His life shows all this and more, better than words of mine can tell ; and as the only account of his years till he left Henderson, Ky., in 1819, is in his own journal, it is given here in full.^ MYSELF.2 The precise period of my birth is yet an enigma to me, and I can only say what I have often heard my father repeat to me on this subject, which is as follows : It seems that my father had large properties in Santo Domingo, and was in the habit of visit- ing frequently that portion of our Southern States called, and known by the name of, Louisiana, then owned by the French Government. During one of these excursions he married a lady of Spanish extraction, whom I have been led to understand was as beautiful as she was wealthy, and othenvise attractive, and who bore my father three sons and a daughter, — I being the youngest of the sons and the only one who survived extreme youth. My mother, soon after my birth, accompanied my father to the estate of Aux Cayes, on the island of Santo Domingo, and she was one of the victims during the ever-to-be-lamented period of the negro insurrection of that island. 1 This manuscript was found in an old book wliich had been in a barn on Staten Island for years. 2 Reprinted from Scribner's Magazine, March, 1893, p. 267. A few errors in names and dates are now corrected. AUDUBON My father, through the intervention of some faithful servants, escaped from Aux Cayes with a good portion of his plate and money, and with me and these humble friends reached New Orleans in safety. From this place he took me to France, where, having married the only mother I have ever known, he left me under her charge and returned to the United States in the employ of the French Government, acting as an officer under Admiral Rochambeau. Shortly afterward, however, he landed in the United States and became attached to the army under La Fayette. The first of my recoUective powers placed me in the central portion of the city of Nantes, on the Loire River, in France, where I still recollect particularly that I was much cherished by my dear stepmother, who had no children of her own, and that I was constantly attended by one or two black servants, who had followed my father from Santo Domingo to New Orleans and afterward to Nantes. One incident which is as perfect in my memory as if it had occurred this very day, I have thought of thousands of times since, and will now put on paper as one of the curious things which perhaps did lead me in after times to love birds, and to finally study them with pleasure infinite. My mother had several beautiful parrots and some monkeys ; one of the latter was a full- grown male of a very large species. One morning, while the ser- vants were engaged in arranging the room I was in, "Pretty Polly " asking for her breakfast as usual, " Du pain au lait pour le perroqiiet Mignonne^' the man of the woods probably thought the bird presuming upon his rights in the scale of nature ; be this as it may, he certainly showed his supremacy in strength over the denizen of the air, for, walking deliberately and uprightly toward the poor bird, he at once killed it, with unnatural composure. The sensations of my infant heart at this cruel sight were agony to me. I prayed the servant to beat the monkey, but he, who for some reason preferred the monkey to the parrot, refused. I uttered long and piercing cries, my mother rushed into the room, I was tranquillized, the monkey was forever afterward chained, and Mignonne buried with all the pomp of a cherished lost one. AUDUBON This made, as I have said, a very deep impression on my youthful mind. But now, my dear children, I must tell you some- what of my father, and of his parentage. John Audubon, my grandfather, was born and lived at the small village of Sable d'Olhonne, and was by trade a very humble ■fisherman. He appears to have made up for the want of wealth by the number of his children, twenty-one of whom he actually raised to man and womanhood. All were sons, with one excep- tion ; my aunt, one uncle, and my father, who was the twentieth son, being the only members of that extraordinary numerous family who lived to old age. In subsequent years, when I visited Sable d'Olhonne, the old residents assured me that they had seen the whole family, including both parents, at church many times. When my father had reached the age of twelve years, his father presented him with a shirt, a dress of coarse material, a stick, and his blessing, and urged him to go and seek means for his future support and sustenance. Some kind whaler or cod-fisherman took him on board as a " Boy." Of his life during his early voyages it would be useless to trouble you ; let it suffice for me to say that they were of the usual most uncomfortable nature. How many trips he made I cannot say, but he told me that by the time he was seventeen he had become an able seaman before the mast ; when twenty-one he commanded a fishing-smack, and went to the great Newfound- land Banks ; at twenty-five he owned several small crafts, all fishermen, and at twenty-eight sailed for Santo Domingo with his little flotilla heavily loaded with the produce of the deep. " For- tune," said he to me one day, " now began to smile upon me. I did well in this enterprise, and after a few more voyages of the same sort gave up the sea, and purchased a small estate on the Isle a Vaches ; ^ the prosperity of Santo Domingo was at its zenith, and in the course of ten years I had realized something very con- siderable. The then Governor gave me an appointment which called me to France, and having received some favors there, I became once more a seafaring man, the government having granted me the command of a small vessel of war." "^ ^ Isle i Vache, eight miles south of Aux Cayes. 2 This vessel was the " Annelle." lO AUDUBON How long my father remained in the service, it is impos- sible for me to say. The different changes occurring at the time of the American Revolution, and afterward during that in France, seem to have sent him from one place to another as if a foot-ball ; his property in Santo Domingo augmenting, how- ever, the while, and indeed till the liberation of the black slaves there. During a visit he paid to Pennsylvania when suffering from the effects of a sunstroke, he purchased the beautiful farm of Mill Grove, on the Schuylkill and Perkiomen streams. At this place, and a few days only before the memorable battle (j/V) of Valley Forge, General Washington presented him with his portrait, now in my possession ; and highly do I value it as a memento of that noble man and the glories of those days.^ At the conclusion of the war between England and her child of the West, my father returned to France and continued in the employ of the naval de- partment of that country, being at one time sent to Plymouth, England, in a seventy-five-gun ship to exchange prisoners. This was, I think, in the short peace that took place between Eng- land and France in 1801. He returned to Rochefort, where he lived for several years, still in the employ of government. He finally sent in his resignation and returned to Nantes and La Gerb^ti^re. He had many severe trials and afflictions before his death, having lost my two older brothers early in the French Revolution ; both were officers in the army. His only sister was killed by the Chouans of La Vend^e,^ and the only brother he had was not on good terms with him. This brother resided at 1 The family still own this portrait, of which Victor G. Audubon writes : " This portrait is probably the first one taken of that great and good man, and although the drawing is hard, the coloring and costume are correct, I have no doubt. It was copied by Greenough, the sculptor, when he was preparing to model his ' Washington ' for the Capitol, and he considered it as a valuable addition to the material already obtained. This por- trait was painted by an artist named Polk, but who or what he was, I know not." 2 There still remain those who recall how Audubon would walk up and down, snapping his fingers, a habit he had when excited, when relating how he had seen his aunt tied to a wagon and dragged through the streets of Nantes in the time of Carrier. AUDUBON II Bayonne, and, I believe, had a large family, none of whom I have ever seen or known.^ In personal appearance my father and I were of the same height and stature, say about five feet ten inches, erect, and with muscles of steel ; his manners were those of a most polished gentleman, for those and his natural understanding had been care- fully improved both by observation and by self-education. In tem- per we much resembled each other also, being warm, irascible, and at times violent ; but it was like the blast of a hurricane, dreadful for a time, when calm almost instantly returned. He greatly approved of the change in France during the time of Napoleon, whom he almost idolized. My father died in 1818, regretted most de- servedly on account of his simplicity, truth, and perfect sense of honesty. Now I must return to myself. My stepmother, who was devotedly attached to me, far too much so for my good, was desirous that I should be brought up to live and die " like a gentleman," thinking that fine clothes and filled pockets were the only requisites needful to attain this end. She therefore completely spoiled me, hid my faults, boasted to every one of my youthful merits, and, worse than all, said fre- quently in my presence that I was the handsomest boy in France. All my wishes and idle notions were at once gratified ; she went so far as actually to grant me carte blanche at all the confection- ery shops in the town, and also of the village of Cou^ron, where during the summer we lived, as it were, in the country. My father was quite of another, and much more valuable description of mind as regarded my future welfare ; he believed not in the power of gold coins as efficient means to render a man happy. He spoke of the stores of the mind, and having suffered much himself through the want of education, he ordered that I should be put to school, and have teachers at home. " Revolu- tions," he was wont to say, "too often take place in the lives of individuals, and they are apt to lose in one day the fortune they before possessed ; but talents and knowledge, added to sound mental training, assisted by honest industry, can never fail, nor be 1 This brother left three daughters ; only one married, and her descen dants, if any, cannot be traced. 12 A UDUBON taken from any one once the possessor of such valuable means." Therefore, notwithstanding all my mother's entreaties and her tears, off to a school I was sent. Excepting only, perhaps, mili- tary schools, none were good in France at this period ; the thun- ders of the Revolution still roared over the land, the Revolutionists covered the earth with the blood of man, woman, and child. But let me forever drop the curtain over the frightful aspect of this dire picture. To think of these dreadful days is too terrible, and would be too horrible and painful for me to relate to you, my dear sons. The school I went to was none of the best ; my private teachers were the only means through which I acquired the least benefit. My father, who had been for so long a seaman, and who was then in the French navy, wished me to follow in his steps, or else to become an engineer. For this reason I studied drawing, geog- raphy, mathematics, fencing, etc., as well as music, for which I had considerable talent. I had a good fencing-master, and a first-rate teacher of the violin ; mathematics was hard, dull work, I thought ; geography pleased me more. For my other studies, as well as for dancing, I was quite enthusiastic ; and I well recol- lect how anxious I was then to become the commander of a corps of dragoons. My father being mostly absent on duty, my mother suffered me to do much as I pleased ; it was therefore not to be wondered at that, instead of applying closely to my studies, I preferred asso- ciating with boys of my own age and disposition, who were more fond of going in search of birds' nests, fishing, or shooting, than of better studies. Thus almost every day, instead of going to school when I ought to have gone, I usually made for the fields, where I spent the day ; my little basket went with me, filled with good eatables, and when I returned home, during either winter or summer, it was replenished with what I called curiosities, such as birds' nests, birds' eggs, curious lichens, flowers of all sorts, and even pebbles gathered along the shore of some rivulet. The first time my father returned from sea after this my room exhibited quite a show, and on entering it he was so pleased to see my various collections that he complimented me on my taste AUDUBON 13 for such things : but when he inquired what else I had done, and I^ Hke a culprit, hung my head, he left me without saying another word. Dinner over he asked my sister for some music, and, on her playing for him, he was so pleased with her improvement that he presented her with a beautiful book. I was next asked to play on my violin, but alas ! for nearly a month I had not touched it, it was stringless ; not a word was said on that subject. " Had I any drawings to show?" Only a few, and those not good. My good father looked at his wife, kissed my sister, and humming a tune left the room. The next morning at dawn of day my father and I were under way in a private carriage ; my trunk, etc., were fastened to it, my violin-case was under ray feet, the pos- tilion was ordered to proceed, my father took a book from his pocket, and while he silently read I was left entirely to my own thoughts. After some days' travelling we entered the gates of Rochefort. My father had scarcely spoken to me, yet there was no anger ex- hibited in his countenance ; nay, as we reached the house where we alighted, and approached the door, near which a sentinel stopped his walk and presented arms, I saw him smile as he raised his hat and said a i&ff words to the man, but so low that not a syllable reached my ears. The house was furnished with servants, and everything seemed to go on as if the owner had not left it. My father bade me sit by his side, and taking one of my hands calmly said to me : " My beloved boy, thou art now safe. I have brought thee here that I may be able to pay constant attention to thy studies ; thou shalt have ample time for pleasures, but the remainder must be em- ployed with industry and care. This day is entirely thine own, and as 1 must attend to my duties, if thou wishest to see the docks, the fine ships-of-war, and walk round the wall, thou may'st accom- pany me." I accepted, and ofif together we went ; I was pre- sented to every officer we met, and they noticing me more or less, I saw much that day, yet still I perceived that I was like a prisoner-of-war on parole in the city of Rochefort. My best and most amiable companion was the son of Admiral, or Vice-Admiral (I do not precisely recollect his rank) Vivien, 14 AUDUBON who lived nearly opposite to the house where my father and I then resided ; his company I much enjoyed, and with him all my leisure hours were spent. About this time my father was sent to England in a corvette with a view to exchange prisoners, and he sailed on board the man-of-war " L'Institution " for Plymouth. Previous to his sailing he placed me under the charge of his secretary, Gabriel Loyen Dupuy Gaudeau, the son of a fallen nobleman. Now this gentleman was of no pleasing nature to me ; he was, in fact, more than too strict and severe in all his pre- scriptions to me, and well do I recollect that one morning, after having been set to a very arduous task in mathematical problems, I gave him the slip, jumped from the window, and ran off through the gardens attached to the Marine Secretariat. The unfledged bird may stand for a while on the border of its nest, and perhaps open its winglets and attempt to soar away, but his youthful im- prudence may, and indeed often does, prove inimical to his prowess, as some more wary and older bird, that has kept an eye toward him, pounces relentlessly upon the young adventurer and secures him within the grasp of his more powerful talons. This was the case with me in this instance. I had leaped from the door of my cage and thought myself quite safe, while I rambled thoughtlessly beneath the shadow of the trees in the garden and grounds in which I found myself; but the secretary, with a side glance, had watched my escape, and, ere many minutes had elapsed, I saw coming toward me a corporal with whom, in fact, I was well acquainted. On nearing me, and I did not attempt to escape, our past familiarity was, I found, quite evaporated ; he bid me, in a severe voice, to follow him, and on my being presented to my father's secretary I was at once ordered on board the pontoon in port. All remonstrances proved fruitless, and on board the pontoon I was conducted, and there left amid such a medley of culprits as I cannot describe, and of whom, indeed, I have but little recollection, save that I felt vile myself in their vile com- pany. My father returned in due course, and released me from these floating and most disagreeable lodgings, but not without a rather severe reprimand. Shortly after this we returned to Nantes, and later to La AUDUBON 15 Gerb^ti^re. My stay here was short, and I went to Nantes to study mathematics anew, and there spent about one year, the remembrance of which has flown from my memory, with the ex- ception of one incident, of which, when I happen to pass my hand over the left side of my head, I am ever and anon reminded. 'T is this : one morning, while playing with boys of my own age, a quarrel arose among us, a battle ensued, in the course of which I was knocked down by a round stone, that brought the blood from that part of my skull, and for a time I lay on the ground uncon- scious, but soon rallying, experienced no lasting effects but the scar. During all these years there existed within me a tendency to follow Nature in her walks. Perhaps not an hour of leisure was spent elsewhere than in woods and fields, and to examine either the eggs, nest, young, or parents of any species of birds consti- tuted my delight. It was about this period that I commenced a series of drawings of the birds of France, which I continued until I had upward of two hundred drawings, all bad enough, my dear sons, yet they were representations of birds, and I felt pleased with them. Hundreds of anecdotes respecting my life at this time might prove interesting to you, but as they are not in my mind at this moment I will leave them, though you may find some of them in the course of the following pages. I was within a few months of being seventeen years old, when my stepmother, who was an earnest Catholic, took into her head that I should be confirmed ; my father agreed. I was surprised and indifferent, but yet as I loved her as if she had been my own mother, — and well did she merit my deepest affection, — I took to the catechism, studied it and other matters pertaining to the cere- mony, and all was performed to her liking. Not long after this, my father, anxious as he was that I should be enrolled in Napoleon's army as a Frenchman, found it necessary to send me back to my own beloved country, the United States of America, and I came with intense and indescribable pleasure. On landing at New York I caught the yellow fever by walking to the bank at Greenwich to get the money to which my father's letter of credit entitled me. The kind man who commanded the l6 AUDUBON ship that brought me from France, whose name was a common one, John Smith, took particular charge of me, removed me to Morristown, N. J., and placed me under the care of two Quaker ladies who kept a boarding-house. To their skilful and untiring ministrations I may safely say I owe the prolongation of my life. Letters were forwarded by them to my father's agent, Miers Fisher of Philadelphia, of whom I have more to say hereafter. He came for me in his carriage and removed me to his villa, at a short dis- tance from Philadelphia and on the road toward Trenton. There I would have found myself quite comfortable had not incidents taken place which are so connected with the change in my life as to call immediate attention to them. Miers Fisher had been my father's trusted agent for about eighteen years, and the old gentlemen entertained great mutual friendship ; indeed it would seem that Mr. Fisher was actually desirous that I should become a member of his family, and this was evinced within a few days by the manner in which the good Quaker presented me to a daughter of no mean appearance, but toward whom I happened to take an unconquerable dislike. Then he was opposed to music of all descriptions, as well as to dancing, could not bear me to carry a gun, or fishing-rod, and, indeed, condemned most of my amusements. All these things were diffi- culties toward accomplishing a plan which, for aught I know to the contrary, had been premeditated between him and my father, and rankled the heart of the kindly, if somewhat strict Quaker. They troubled me much also ; at times I wished myself anywhere but under the roof of Mr. Fisher, and at last I reminded him that it was his duty to install me on the estate to which my father had sent me. One morning, therefore, I was told that the carriage was ready to carry me there, and toward my future home he and I went. You are too well acquainted with the position of Mill Grove for me to allude to that now ; suffice it to say that we reached the former abode of my father about sunset. I was presented to our tenant, William Thomas, who also was a Quaker, and took possession under certain restrictions, which amounted to my not receiving more than enough money per quarter than was AUDUBON 17 considered sufficient for the expenditure of a young gentle- man. Miers Fisher left me the next morning, and after him went my blessings, for I thought his departure a true deliverance ; yet this was only because our tastes and educations were so different, for he certainly was a good and learned man. Mill Grove was ever to me a blessed spot ; in my daily walks I thought I per- ceived the traces left by my father as I looked on the even fences round the fields, or on the regular manner with which avenues of trees, as well as the orchards, had been planted by his hand. The mill was also a source of joy to me, and in the cave, which you too remember, where the Pewees were wont to build, I never failed to find quietude and delight. Hunting, fishing, drawing, and music occupied my every moment ; cares I knew not, and cared naught about them. I purchased excellent and beautiful horses, visited all such neigh- bors as I found congenial spirits, and was as happy as happy could be. A few months after my arrival at Mill Grove, I was informed one day that an English family had purchased the plantation next to mine, that the name of the owner was Bake- well, and moreover that he had several very handsome and in- teresting daughters, and beautiful pointer dogs. I Hstened, but cared not a jot about them at the time. The place was with- in sight of Mill Grove, and Fatland Ford, as it was called, was merely divided from my estate by a road leading to the Schuylkill River. Mr. William Bakewell, the father of the family, had called on me one day, but, finding I was rambling in the woods in search of birds, left a card and an invitation to go shooting with him. Now this gentleman was an Englishman, and I such a foolish boy that, entertaining the greatest prejudices against all of his nationality, I did not return his visit for many weeks, which was as absurd as it was ungentlemanly and impolite. Mrs. Thomas, good soul, more than once spoke to me on the subject, as well as her worthy husband, but all to no import; English was English with me, my poor childish mind was settled on that, and as I wished to know none of the race the call re- mained unacknowledged. 1 8 AUDUBON Frosty weather, however, came, and anon was the ground covered with the deep snow. Grouse were abundant along the fir-covered ground near the creek, and as I was in pursuit of game one frosty morning I chanced to meet Mr. Bakewell in the woods. I was struck with the kind poUteness of his manner, and found him an expert marksman. Entering into conversation, I admired the beauty of his well-trained dogs, and, apologizing for my discourtesy, finally promised to call upon him and his family. Well do I recollect the morning, and may it please God that I may never forget it, when for the first time I entered Mr. Bake- well's dwelling. It happened that he was absent from home, and I was shown into a parlor where only one young lady was snugly seated at her work by the fire. She rose on my entrance, offered me a seat, and assured me of the gratification her father would feel on his return, which, she added, would be in a few moments, as she would despatch a servant for him. Other ruddy cheeks and bright eyes made their transient appearance, but, like spirits gay, soon vanished from my sight ; and there I sat, my gaze riveted, as it were, on the young girl before me, who, half working, half talking, essayed to make the time pleasant to me. Oh ! may God bless her ! It was she, my dear sons, who afterward became my beloved wife, and your mother. Mr. Bake- well soon made his appearance, and received me with the manner and hospitality of a true English gentleman. The other members of the family were soon introduced to me, and " Lucy" was told to have luncheon produced. She now arose from her seat a second time, and her form, to which I had previously paid but partial attention, showed both grace and beauty ; and my heart followed every one of her steps. The repast over, guns and dogs were made ready. Lucy, I was pleased to beHeve, looked upon me with some favor, and I turned more especially to her on leaving. I felt that certain "y^ ne sais quoi " which intimated that, at least, she was not indifferent to me. To speak of the many shooting parties that took place with Mr. Bakewell would be quite useless, and I shall merely say that AUDUBON 19 he was a most excellent man, a great shot, and possessed of ex- traordinary learning — aye, far beyond my comprehension. A few days after this first interview with the family the Perkiomen chanced to be bound with ice, and many a one from the neighbor- hood was playing pranks on the glassy surface of that lovely stream. Being somewhat of a skater myself, I sent a note to the inhabi- tants of Fatland Ford, inviting them to come and partake of the simple hospitality of Mill Grove farm, and the invitation was kindly received and accepted. My own landlady bestirred her- self to the utmost in the procuring of as many pheasants and partridges as her group of sons could entrap, and now under my own roof was seen the whole of the Bakewell family, seated round the table which has never ceased to be one of simplicity and hospitality. After dinner we all repaired to the ice on the creek, and there in comfortable sledges, each fair one was propelled by an ardent skater. Tales of love may be extremely stupid to the majority, so that I will not expatiate on these days, but to me, my dear sons, and under such circumstances as then, and, thank God, now exist, every moment was to me one of delight. But let me interrupt my tale to tell you somewhat of other companions whom I have heretofore neglected to mention. These are two Frenchmen, by name Da Costa and Colmesnil. 