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path and not unfrequently we caught sight
of a red deer browsing on the mountain side a-
bounding in wild freedom through the forest. We
frequently stopped to bathe, in the mountain
streams. One morning, just opposite the little vil-
lage of Williamsburgh, we waded the Cumberland
river, there nearly half a mile wide, but, at that
season, very shallow! We sometimes lost our way in
vain attempts to follow Indian trails, through the
labyrinths of the mountains. We endured some hard-
ships, but I can truly say that I never enjoyed a
journey more than I enjoyed this one.

Near the Blue Ridge "Mc" and myself be-
came accidentally separated - taking different roads.
Late in the afternoon on the 24th of October 1848, I
found myself alone in the town of Dahlonega, with-
out a dime in my pocket, and with shoes and clothes,
to say the least, rather the worse for wear! Almost
the first man I met in Dahlonega was a Bostonian
F. V. Bulfinch Esq, who has resided for many years
in Georgia. He was a friend in the hour of need.
The next day my friend McC— arrived in Dah-
lonega. He afterwards walked nearly 1000 miles
through Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi; so that
I count my pedestrian exploits but a small matter.

In default of something better to do I
labored as a pedagogu in a little log-town in the
"Gold Region" for three or four months; and then