The great white bear seemed in distress from the
heat, moving his head and body in a peculiar, fantastic way, and eagerly
drinking water when given it. He was thin and lank.
The caravan men were so sleepy, Orrin S------ says, that he could hardly
wake them in the morning. They turned over on their faces to show him.
Coming out of the caravansary, there were the mountains, in the quiet
sunset, and many men drunk, swearing, and fighting. Shanties with liquor
for sale.
The elephant lodged in the barn.
September 5th.--I took a walk of three miles from the village, which
brought me into Vermont. The line runs athwart a bridge,--a rude bridge,
which crosses a mountain stream. The stream runs deep at the bottom of a
gorge, plashing downward, with rapids and pools, and bestrewn with large
rocks, deep and shady, not to be reached by the sun except in its
meridian, as well on account of the depth of the gorge as of the arch of
wilderness trees above it. There was a stumpy clearing beyond the
bridge, where some men were building a house. I went to them, and
inquired if I were in Massachusetts or Vermont, and asked for some water.
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