turned with those who gave out; he made himself
very merry with us when walking through the woods;
said the Quakers were like little children learning to
walk, and that we might now see some of the hard-
ships the Indians had to pass through in their hunt-
ing, only that it would not dor for them to stop and
rest; but when he found I went on, said there was
one hardy man amongst them. I think I never heard
Thomas Stewardson

complain or give out until this
time. In the evening Blue Eyes came; was very
glad to see us, but was sorry he had to go to Catta-
raugus to see a sick daughter, so that he could not be
at the council. Because he is a steady friend and pro-
moter of our concern for the good of the natives, be-
ng a chief who both by precept and example endeav-
ors to lead them on in habits of sobriety and indus-
try, and as he could not stay with us, we took the op-
ortunity of opening to him some of the reasons of
our coming here at this time, which was a proposal
of our young men's moving off their land and set-
tling near them on some of their own. He was wise
enough to see the reason of the proposal; and al-
though he saw and gave in to the propriety of it, yet
appeared sorry, and he is a near neighbor; and said if
they moved he would wait to see how they would do
and then move near them. Truly the opportunity
this evening with Blue Eyes had a tendency to pro-
duce some very pleasant sensations in my mind, and
I thought I could own him for, and really felt him
near, as a brother.

22d.

Fifth of the week. This being the day on
which the young men hold their meeting, we sat with
them, which I believe was a time of refreshment to
us all. In the afternoon walked about viewing the
improvements the Indians ahve made which are con-
siderable. Several of them have a good deal of corn,
and some have raised some wheat; but I think they
have not improved in agriculture and industry equal
to those up the river. We saw two of them threshing
their wheat; but as they had not barn to put it in, it
appeared to be somewhat damaged in the stack. I
endeavored to put them upon building barns, which
they promised to do.

23d.

We all in company with Jacob Taylor

, John
Pennock and Joel Swayne, went down to Genesing-
uhta, or Cornplanter's Village, nine and a half miles.
Being eight of us having three horses, Jacob Taylor
and myself walked all the way and back again, being
nineteen miles. The others rode turn about. We ar-
rived at the village about eleven o'clock and spent
two or three hours in viewing the Indians' houses,
corn-fields, and other improvements; and although
we discovered fourteen shingled houses and abund-
ance of corn, yet I think they have not improved
four years past, equal to the Indians up the river. We
dined at Cornplanter's upon the best venison I have
eaten since I left home, Indian bread, butter, butter-
milk, bears' fat and squashes. Some of our company
were very desirous to return before dinner; but Jacob
Taylor told them it would not do. They then sum-
moned all the fortitude they could and sat down to
dinner. Jacob Taylor, John Pennock, Joel Swayne,
Thomas Stewardson, and myself at with good-will;
the others did as well as they could. The old chief
was very pleasant with us and made himself very
cheerful, inquiring for Henry Simmons; said he was
a man for his mind, and if he had not been a Quaker
he would have made a very good war chief. Some
time after dinner, we returned. J. Taylor, Thomas
Stewardson, Isaac Bonsal, George Vaux and myself
walked one or two miles near the river bank; the
other three rode. On our way passed through abun-
dance of good corn and beans, and by eight or ten
houses, some of them very complete work, with stone
chimneys. In one of them lives an old woman, half-
sister of Cornplanter, with three or four sons. The
poor old woman was rejoiced to see us; said she was
thankful to the Good Spirit for preserving us in our
long journey to see them, and also that He put it in
our hearts to have compassion on them; and that she
was old and did not expect to be at the council to-
morrow, but hoped the Good Spirit would preserve
us. Truly the manner of her expression, the tears
standing in her eyes, and the whole of her deport-
ment, expression, and appearance had a tendency to
enliven the affectionate feelings of my heart, and I
could not help thinking she was as much the favorite
of Him who sees not as man sees, as many who think
themselves more polished. In about three miles'
walking, Cornplanter, Conudiu, and about twenty or
thirty more of the Indians overtook us on their way
up to the council. I walked very pleasantly and cheer-
fully with them. The old chief, Cornplanter, wanted
me to ride his horse; but when I refused, he said I
was a sachem.

[To be Continued.]