New Orleans, 13th Dec. 1823.
THE day of my arrival at New Orleans was a day of real consolation. I had long been deprived of all correspondence with those whom I most esteem and love. Judge then, my dear Countess, of the delight I experienced on finding at this place two letters from yourself, and others from various relations and friends: it was the day on which I began to contemplate with less regret and frequency than before the independence of savage life.
I wrote my last letter to you from St Charles on the Missouri. The course which I am now going to take, from that place to the mouths of the Mississippi, you are partly acquainted with; I mean that part between St Louis to the