Departure from Memphis--Ohio River Louisville--Cincinnati On the 1st of February, 1828, we embarked on board the Criterion, and once more began to float on the "father of waters," as the poor banished Indians were wont to call the Mississippi.

The company on board was wonderfully like what we had met in coming from New Orleans; I think they must have all been first cousins; and what was singular, they too had all arrived at high rank in the army.

For many a wearisome mile above the Wolf River the only scenery was still forest--forest--forest; the only variety was produced by the receding of the river at some points, and its encroaching on the opposite shore.

These changes are continually going on, but from what cause none could satisfactorily explain to me.

Where the river is encroaching, the trees are seen growing in the water many feet deep; after some time, the water undermines their roots, and they become the easy victims of the first hurricane that blows.