udson--three hundred miles.
The tide reaches one hundred and thirty-two miles from the sea at Cape
May and Cape Henlopen. Philadelphia is the head of navigation for
vessels of the heaviest tonnage; Trenton for light-draught steamboats.
At Bordentown the river is less than half a mile wide; at Philadelphia
it is three-fourths of a mile in width; while at Delaware City it widens
to two miles and a half. Delaware Bay is twenty-six miles across in the
widest part, which is some miles within the entrance of the Capes.

October 31st was cool and gusty. The river route to Philadelphia is
twenty-nine statute miles. The passage was made against a strong
head-wind, with swashy waves, which made me again regret that I did not
have my canoe-decking made at Troy, instead of at Philadelphia. The
highly-cultivated farms and beautiful country-seats along both the
Pennsylvania and New Jersey sides of the river spoke highly of the rich
character of the soil and the thrift of the inhabitants. These river
counties of two states may be called a land of plenty, blessed with
bountiful harvests.

Quaker industry and wise economy in managing the agricultural affairs of
this section in the early epochs of our country's settlement have borne
good fruit. All praise to the memory of William Penn of Pennsylvania and
his worthy descendants. The old towns of Bristol on the right, and
Burlington on the left bank, embowered in vernal shades, have a most
comfortable and home-like appearance.

At five o'clock P. M. I arrived at the city pier opposite the warehouse
of Messrs. C. P. Knight & Brother, No. 114 South Delaware Avenue, where,
after a struggle with wind and wave for eight hours, the canoe was
landed and deposited with the above firm, the gentlemen of which kindly
offered to care for it while I tarried in the "City of Brotherly Love."

Among the many interesting spots hallowed by memories of the past in
which Philadelphia abounds, and which are rarely sought out by visitors,
two especially claim the attention of the naturalist. One is the old
home of William Bartram, on the banks of the Schuylkill at Grey's Ferry;
the other, the grave of Alexander Wilson, friends and co-laborers in
nature's extended field;--the first a botanist, the second the father of
American ornithology.

William Bartram, son of the John Bartram who was the founder of the
Botanic Garden on the west bank of the Schuylkill, was born at that
interesting spot in 1739. All bot