My Drawings At First Were Made Altogether

I Can Scarcely Manage To Scribble A Tolerable English Letter. I Know That I Am Not A Scholar, But Meantime I Am Aware That No Man Living Knows Better Than I Do The Habits Of Our Birds.

If Only The Bird With The Loveliest Song Sang, The Forest Would Be A Lonely Place.

Almost Every Day, Instead Of Going To School When I Ought To Have Gone, I Usually Made For The Fields, Where I Spent The Day.

In My Deepest Troubles, I Frequently Would Wrench Myself From The Persons Around Me And Retire To Some Secluded Part Of Our Noble Forests.

If I Can Procure Three Hundred Good Substantial Names Of Persons, Or Bodies, Or Institutions, I Cannot Fail To Do Well For My Family, Although I Must Abandon My Life To Its Success, And Undergo Many Sad Perplexities And Perhaps Never See Again My Own Beloved America.