ed with awe, in considering what manner of persons
those ought to be who come among this people.

In this room were six or seven women, and a
little babe fixed upon a kelah of exquisite workman-
ship, covered with two silk handkerchiefs. They
informed me by their fingers that the age of the child
was four weeks and four days. After some time,
the wife of the chief spoke a few words; at which,
all present assumed an air of seriousness. Then,
going across the room, the others followed her, and
placed themselves three on each side of her. She
then took down from the wall, a curious, twisted
string, of considerable length, containing a number
of knots; and to every seventh knot, a piece of red
wool was attached. This was her calendar. One
of the women informed me that every knot was a
day, and every red mark was a week; constituting
the time since the chiefess had buried a valuable
daughter. This circumstance was attended with
more solemnity than some of our funerals.

After recommending the distribution of the pre-
sents I had in charge; and through favour, all things
appearing to harmonize,—a proposition was made
to smoke,—a practice in high esteem among the
Indians: but I not being accustomed to it, did not
accept the offer. Whereupon John Scanadoe

gave
me two curious pipes as presents.

I now took leave of my Indian friends and set
out for Utica

, accompanied by John Dean. On our
arrival there, we called at the house of a lawyer,
where Grace, the daughter of John Crossly, resi-
ded. I requested of my companion, that he would
make choice of some retired house for a lodging;
my mind being disposed for silence and meditation,