All Trembling, I Reached The Falls Of

The Nature Of The Place...whether High Or Low, Moist Or Dry, Whether Sloping North Or South, Or Bearing Tall Trees Or Low Shrubs...generally Gives Hint As To Its Inhabitants.

On The 17th Of May, The Delos Put Out To Sea. I Was Immediately Affected With Sea-sickness, Which, However, Lasted But A Short Time. I Remained On Deck Constantly, Forcing Myself To Exercise.

Hunting, Fishing, Drawing, And Music Occupied My Every Moment. Cares I Knew Not, And Cared Naught About Them.

After All, I Long To Be In America Again, Nay, If I Can Go Home To Return No More To Europe, It Seems To Me That I Shall Ever Enjoy More Peace Of Mind, And Even Physical Comfort Than I Can Meet With In Any Portion Of The World Beside.

[drawing Should Be] A Journey Of Pleasure. Each Step Must Present To The Travellers' View Objects That Are Eminently Interesting, Varied In Their Appearances, And Attracting To Such A Degree As To Excite In Each Individual Thus Happily Employed The Desire Of Knowing All Respecting All He Sees.