We landed at everything like a town, and bought milk, and eggs, and butter.

Sometimes the Seneca Indians were passed, coming up stream in their immensely long pine canoes.

There was perpetual novelty and freshness in this mode of wayfaring.

The scenery was most enchanting.
The river ran high, with a strong spring current, and the hills frequently rose in most picturesque cliffs.
1818.

I do not recollect the time consumed in this descent.