It runs as follows: "We crossed over the island, which takes about three-quarters of an hour to do, and came to the North River, which we followed a little within the woods to Sapokanikee.

Gerrit having a sister and friends, we rested ourselves and drank some good beer, which refreshed us.

We continued along the shore to the city, where we arrived at an early hour in the evening, very much fatigued, having walked this day about forty miles.

I must add, in passing through this island we sometimes encountered such a sweet smell in the air that we stood still; because we did not know what it was we were meeting." It is odd that the Dutch names in Greenwich have died out as much as they have.

There is something in Holland blood which has a way of persisting.