"My First Day in America"

Amherstburg, Tuesday, September 16th, 1823 – This morning at daylight I called on Mr Briscoe. We took breakfast at 6 am [another early start!] and set out northeast of Amherstburg. He took his dogs and gun and proved himself, before we had been out two hours, a marksman of the first sort.

This is what I might term my first day in America

The trees in the woods were of astonishing magnitude. The soil, in general, over which we passed was a very rich black earth, and seemed to be formed of decomposed vegetables. On the southeast of the town, near the margin of Lake Erie, the soil is of a reddish cast and produces fine crops of Indian corn; and now for the last four years, I learn they have cultivated tobacco with great success for the Montreal market.

Towards mid-afternoon the rain fell in torrents, urging us to leave the woods drenched in wet.

Interesting, this. Douglas's ship dropped anchor on August 3rd, he has been active in New York and Philadelphia, but it is only now, on September 16th that he considers himself as having his first day in America. I guess that is because this is the first day on which he considers himself properly 'in the field' and ready for plant collecting. Ironically, on modern maps he isn't actually in America at all but in Canada!! And here we see another reference to rain falling in torrents, a description which will become all too familiar a few years later when he is in the Pacific North West!