Memoirs of the life of David Rittenhouse, LLD. F.R.S., late president of the American Philosophical Society, &c. : $b interspersed with various notices of many distinguished men : with an appendix, containing sundry philosophical and other papers, most of which have not hitherto been publishedBarton, William
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Memoirs of the life of David Rittenhouse, LLD. F.R.S., late president of the American Philosophical Society, &c. : $b interspersed with various notices of many distinguished men : with an appendix, containing sundry philosophical and other papers, most of which have not hitherto been published
“I ever delighted in a wild uncultivated country; this is truly
romantic, and, at this season of the year, beautiful and luxuriant in
the highest degree. A few days ago, I walked up a little rivulet, in
company with Mr. Ellicott, for a considerable distance, in order to
enjoy the romantic scene. It was bounded on each side by steep hills
of an immense height: its bottom was finely paved with large
flag-stones, rising in steps, with, every now and then, a beautiful
cascade. The further we went, the more gloomy and cool we found it. At
last, I advised Mr. Ellicott that we should proceed no further; for,
if we did, we should in all probability find some of the
water-goddesses,—perhaps stark naked and fast asleep. Mr. A—— went
with us, for company-sake; but neither the nymphs nor their shady
bowers have any charms for _him_.[224]—Nothing but your company was
wanting to me, to heighten the enchanting scene.
“Deer are incredibly plenty here—I was the first that caught a young
fawn, and hoped to have sent the beautiful little animal a present to
H****. We kept it about a week, and it became quite tame; but our cows
ran away, and it was starved for want of milk. Col. P. called it F——
B——, and says H**** shall at least have the skin. We have all been
very healthy; my cough diminishes slowly, my old complaint is less
troublesome, and I have no other.
“I am not yet determined, as to the time of my return. Later than
September, I have no thoughts of staying; perhaps the fear of riding
in hot weather may induce me to stay till then.
“We have, hitherto, made so slow a progress, that I am much
dissatisfied with it; but do not know how to help it. Our greatest
difficulty arises from the nature of the ground; and the idleness of
the people of the country, is not the least. We have had about thirty
men employed, and are not yet able to go more than a mile per day. I
was about writing to the Vice-President, on this subject; but, on
second thoughts, concluded it best not to do it: I wish, however, that
council would, by some official letter, urge us to proceed with all
the dispatch consistent with the accuracy they expect.
“I wish to write to B***** and H****; but you will not readily imagine
how little leisure I have: Tired of the exercise of the day, I rejoice
at the approach of night; and, after a cup of tea, generally lie down
to rest as soon as it is dark, unless we have observations to make;
and then we have generally half a mile to walk, through dark woods,
from the place of observation to our encampment: this, however, does
not happen above once in a fortnight.
“Sun, gallop down the western skies;
Go quick to bed, and quickly rise;”
Until you bring round the happy day, that will restore me again to the
dear woman and children I so much love.
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