Audubon the Naturalist: A History of His Life and Time. Vol. 1 (of 2)Herrick, Francis Hobart
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Audubon the Naturalist: A History of His Life and Time. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Herrick, Francis Hobart
Audubon, John James, 1785-1851
Wilson's diary, which apparently was never seen by any of Audubon's
friends, is now known to us only through such extracts as Ord and
Waterton, his bitter enemies, have seen fit to make public; the original
has probably been destroyed, for it cannot be traced later than 1840,
when it was still in the hands of George Ord.[192] Charles Waterton
gave similar extracts from this famous journal in one of his philippics
against Audubon in 1834, when he said that it was the testimony of
this record that defeated Audubon's friends in their initial attempt to
bring him into the Academy of Natural Sciences at Philadelphia. Wilson's
narrative of his adventures at Louisville in 1810, as given by Ord and
Waterton, is as follows:[193]
_March 17._ Take my baggage and grope my way to Louisville—put
up at the Indian Queen tavern, and gladly sit down to rest
myself.
_March 18._ Rise quite refreshed. Find a number of
land-speculators here.[194]
_March 19._ Rambling round the town with my gun. Examined
Mr.——'s drawings in crayons—very good. Saw two new birds he
had, both Motacillæ.
_March 20._ Set out this afternoon with the gun—killed
nothing new. [People in taverns here devour their meals. Many
shopkeepers board in taverns—also boatmen, land-speculaters,
merchants &c.] _No naturalist to keep me company._
_March 21._ Went out shooting this afternoon with Mr. A. Saw
a number of Sandhill Cranes. Pigeons numerous.
_March 22._
_March 23._ Packed up my things which I left in the care of a
merchant here, to be sent on to Lexington; and having parted
with great regret, with my paroquet, to the gentleman of the
tavern, I bade adieu to Louisville, to which place I had four
letters of recommendation, and was taught to expect much of
everything there, but neither received one act of civility
from those to whom I was recommended, one subscriber, _nor
one new bird_; though I delivered my letters, ransacked the
woods repeatedly, and visited all the characters likely to
subscribe. _Science or literature_ has _not one friend in this
place_. [Everyone is so intent on making money, that they can
talk of nothing else; and they absolutely devour their meals,
that they may return sooner to their business. Their manners
correspond with their features.]
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