mained within. One
of the Indians named David
whole assembly sung an hymn in the English lan-
guage, two lines of which were,
Lord, make our souls ascend on high,
Where neither gold nor pearls can fly.
Next day I paid a visit to David Fowler
entering the house, my attention was first attracted
to a shelf, containing Cruden's Concordance and a
large folio Bible; the latter was in the Indian lan-
guage. This person is a man of exemplary life,—
interested for the progress of knowledge among his
brethren, and has devoted some time to the instruc-
tion of their children. He also possesses an exten-
sive acquaintance with plants, as to their qualities
and medicinal virtues.
I also visited John Crossly
a number of children; and notwithstanding I was so
great a stranger, they manifested no surprise or cu-
riosity, but appeared to be entirely engaged at their
books. This I considered an example to those in
civilized life, and what is called refined education.
I now took leave of my Indian brethren at Stock-
friends;—and were it a thousand miles off, their
house was my house,—their table, my table,—and
their bed, my bed. At which they gave a loud sigh.
Set out with John Dean
to the house of John Scanacloe
tion. Immediately on my entering, the old man
shook his ears,—indicating that we could not under-
stand each other's language. My mind was cover-