eed on our route, two young men arrived at our
quarters, for the purpose of accompanying us;
one of them a blacksmith, and a member of our
Society, the other a carpenter, and a steady young
man. They are under the pay of government,
and have engaged to reside in the neighborhood
of Fort Wayne

, to be employed for the benefit
and instruction of the Indians. Previous to our
leaving home, we had reason to expect that we
should be overtaken by these young men, and
were glad to have our expectations realized.

Again proceeding on our journey, we passed
through Brownsville

, a village on the Mononga-
hela River; crossed over that river in a boat, and
rode about twenty-six miles to Washington, an
inland town. Our ride to-day has been through
a very hilly country, tolerably rich, though badly
watered. It is said that one of the first survey-
ors of this tract of country, when questioned re-
specting its general appearance, replied, It is
like a large meadow filled with stacks of hay.
A comparison very apropos.

It is worthy of remark, that near Brownsville,

on the Monongahela, are the remains of an old
fortification, including several acres of ground.
Mussel shells are yet very abnndant within the
intrenchment; and nearly opposite to the forti-
fication are two fish pots extending quite across
the river; they are made of stone, weighing gene-
rally from thirty to forty pounds. It is said that
the Indians who resided near the spot at the time