Dr. Vaudelier's pursuits were of the most simple nature. He read and
wrote nearly the whole day, and in the evening,--often at the dead of
night,--he would unmoor his yacht, and stem the tide of the mighty
river. His chief happiness was in communion with nature. His solitary
habits had completely estranged him from society; and he chose the night
for his lonely excursions on the river, to avoid the presence of man.
Dr. Vaudelier was a benevolent man; and his benevolence was still his
friend. It kept his heart from corroding, or becoming entirely cold. His
professional services he freely gave to the poor "squatter," woodman and
boatman, whenever he could learn that they were needed. The old negro
made frequent visits to the shore to procure provisions and other
necessaries, and informed his master if any of his indigent neighbors
needed his aid. Dr. Vaudelier, as far as he was known, was regarded with
profound respect and affection, and none were disposed to disturb his
privacy when it was understood that entire seclusion was his desire.
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