File:Audubon and his journals (1897) (14564615819).jpg

Identifier: audubonhisjourna02audu (find matches)
Title: Audubon and his journals
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Audubon, John James, 1785-1851 Audubon, Maria Rebecca, 1843-1925 Coues, Elliott, 1842-1899
Subjects: Birds
Publisher: New York, Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: American Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
tality to me, I must particularly mention GeneralHernandez, and my esteemed friend John Bulow, Esq.To all these estimable individuals I offer my sincerethanks. While in this part of the peninsula I followed my usualavocation, although with little success, it then being winter.I had letters from the Secretaries of the Navy and Treas-ury of the United States, to the commanding officers ofvessels of war of the revenue service, directing them toafford me any assistance in their power; and the schooner Spark having come to St. Augustine, on her way to theSt. Johns River, I presented my credentials to her com-mander Lieutenant Piercy, who readily and with polite-ness received me and my assistants on board. We soonafter set sail with a fair breeze. The strict attention to dutyon board even this small vessel of war, afforded matter ofsurprise to me. Everything went on with the regularityof a chronometer: orders were given, answered to, andaccomplished, before they had ceased to vibrate on the
Text Appearing After Image:
EPISODES 353 ear. The neatness of the crew equalled the cleanliness ofthe white planks of the deck; the sails were in perfectcondition; and, built as the Spark was, for swift sailing,on she went, gambolling from wave to wave. I thought that, while thus sailing, no feeling but that ofpleasure could exist in our breasts; but, alas ! how fleet-ing are our enjoyments. When we were almost at theentrance of the river, the wind changed, the sky becameclouded, and, before many minutes had elapsed, the littlebark was lying to like a Duck, as her commander ex-pressed himself. It blew a hurricane — let it blow,reader. At break of day we were again at anchor withinthe bar of St, Augustine. Our next attempt was successful. Not many hoursafter we had crossed the bar, we perceived the star-likeglimmer of the light in the great lantern at the entranceof the St. Johns River. This was before daylight; and,as the crossing of the sand-banks or bars, which occur atthe mouths of all the streams of this p

Note About Images