when coupled with Jefferson’s racist discussion of American slaves—in which he weakly endorsed limited emancipation but described blacks as being in most respects inferior to whites—muddled the meaning of Notes on the State of Virginia for many American readers. But for the generation of naturalists who arrived in its wake, Jefferson’s little book was a revelation. Jefferson had identified the limits of European understanding of New World natural history. In doing so, he had established two fundamental principles that would guide the future study of native fauna.
First, Jefferson proved the importance of direct observation. Buffon, relying on secondhand information and poorly preserved specimens collected on the opposite side of the world, had got many things wrong. North American fauna were not the shrimpy, defective creatures Buffon had pronounced them to be. Animals could not be correctly identified and described from afar, but only through actual contact with them in the field. Logically, only Americans could accurately classify American fauna. Second, Jefferson showed that America was a robust environment, home to many species not found elsewhere in the world—including some that were perhaps no longer walking around. The Linnaean system was woefully short of genera and severely underestimated species diversity. American naturalists had already discovered and described species previously unknown to science that demanded new nomenclature. And Jefferson had left open the door for the discovery of many more. Listing more than 120 species of North American birds, Jefferson anticipated this was only a beginning, as there were “doubtless many others which have not yet been described and classed.” Within a few decades, naturalists who were curious about fauna that Jefferson scarcely considered—mollusks, insects, fishes—would fan out across the country and find new species at an astonishing pace.
Twenty years after Notes on the State of Virginia was published, Jefferson, recently reelected to the presidency, received a fan letter from a citizen just back from a visit to Niagara Falls. The letter was brief, consisting mostly of praise for the president, a man “so honourable to Science and so invaluable to the republican institutions of a great and rapidly increasing Empire.” Somewhat apologetically, the writer also mentioned two birds he had shot on his trip, one of which seemed to be an unknown species of jay. Based on his observation of this and several more exotic species in the region, the writer wished to alert the president that “many subjects still remain to be added to our Nomenclature in the Ornithology.” If it was not too much of an impertinence, the writer wished the President to accept a drawing, which accompanied the letter, of the two birds.
The letter was signed “Alexander Wilson.”
Falco plumbeus: The Mississippi Kite
He glances toward the earth with his fiery eye; sweeps along, now with the gentle breeze, now against it.
—Ornithological Biography
Wilson’s letter to Thomas Jefferson was less about his respect for the president—though that was real enough—than it was about his recently formed determination to produce an ornithology of American birds. Only months before, he had begun practicing his drawing by making repeated likenesses of a stuffed owl. Untrained as an artist, Wilson knew his initial efforts looked comical—a crude owlish head sitting atop a body that more closely resembled a lark’s. But his technique improved rapidly, and the drawing he sent to Jefferson was a competent rendering of a handsome gray bird perched on a branch, its tail angled sharply downward and its head cocked forward as if it were studying something on the ground below. Wilson acknowledged that this unknown species of jay was similar to the Canadian jay, which had already been described and classed by Linnaeus. But he thought the plumage and shape of the bird’s crest sufficiently different that it must be considered a separate species. Wilson’s claim of having seen many other birds not yet formally described echoed Jefferson’s prediction two decades earlier in Notes on the State of Virginia.
The president was impressed, and wrote back to say he admired the “elegant” drawing he’d received. He also asked Wilson for assistance in identifying a bird he had spent twenty years wondering about. This bird, Jefferson wrote, was found everywhere in America but was difficult to observe. It was almost always perched on the highest branches of the tallest trees in the forest. Despite having chased them—on occasion through “miles” of woods—Jefferson had never gotten a good look at one. He’d also offered to reward anyone who could shoot him a specimen, but none of the young woodsmen he knew had managed it. The elusive bird appeared to be about the same size as a mockingbird and was generally brownish, with a lighter coloring on its breast. What was most notable, however, was its song, which Jefferson described as a glorious serenade, not unlike the nightingale’s.
In retrospect, this exchange is an amusing demonstration of the primitive state of American natural science at the time. The jay Wilson “discovered” was in fact a Canadian jay and not a new species at all—as he was later pained to learn. As for the bird that so beguiled Jefferson, Wilson could only conclude that it was the ordinary wood thrush, a common bird also known as a “wood robin” that was not mysterious to anyone who spent time in the forest. Jefferson was, however, rightly smitten with the song of the wood thrush, which was so lovely that it taxed Wilson’s descriptive powers a couple of years later when he completed an essay on the bird and its habits for American Ornithology:
With the dawn of the succeeding morning, mounting to the top of some tall tree that rises from a low thick shaded part of the woods, he pipes his few, but clear musical notes, in a kind of ecstasy; the prelude, or symphony to which, strongly resembles the double-tonguing of a German flute, and sometimes the tinkling of a small bell; the whole song consists of five or six parts, the last note of each of which is in such a tone as to leave the conclusion evidently suspended; the finale is finely managed, and with such charming effect as to soothe and tranquilize the mind, and to seem sweeter and mellower at each successive repetition.
This lyrical, overwrought style, characteristic of the times and also of Wilson’s poetic sensibility, contrasted with his drawing of the wood thrush—a frozen profile in which Wilson showed the bird’s beak open, as if it were caught singing. Like all of his images, this one bore the caption “Drawn from Nature.” But it was nature flattened, as though the bird had been pressed onto the paper like a flower preserved between the pages of a book. Nature was less vivid in Wilson’s drawings than it was in his prose, and in this Wilson was a reflection of the moment in which he lived. America was then the epicenter of several worlds in collision—a country of revolution and radicalism premised on the triumph of reason, a civil nation thinly established on the shore of an immense land where the raw power of nature flooded the senses. Jefferson’s Notes on the State of Virginia had in effect been a second declaration of American independence, this time from the tyranny of European science. In answering Jefferson’s call to arms, Wilson was awed by what he saw in nature and by the responsibility of rendering it properly. But he wasn’t ready, or talented enough, to throw away tradition. This limitation added a sorrowful tinge to the graceful but immovable images in American Ornithology, which was so much like its creator—ambitious yet bound by convention. Wilson allowed his writing to soar, but not his birds.
Wilson’s interest in ornithology arrived late in his short life, after years of struggle and restlessness. In the summer of 1803 he wrote to a friend back in Scotland that he was determined to “make a collection of all our finest birds.” He was just shy of his thirty-seventh birthday. He would be dead in ten years.
In the summer of 1794, Philadelphia, which had so impressed Wilson and his nephew when they first saw it sprawled on the opposite shore of the Delaware River, was in reality a devastated city just coming back to life. Still the provisional seat of government—Philadelphia was the federal capital under the Articles of
