Amongst them, was a young warrior, grimly paint-
ed; even his hair painted and plaited, and stood out
on each side in opposite directions.

Here we had conversation with a man who lives
at the Salt Springs on the Cayuga Lake, which is
about ten miles long and seven broad. He related
that when wood was provided, and two kettles set,
of sixty gallons each, he could make five bushels
per day; that the fountain appeared inexhaustible;
that excellent fresh water springs were found within
twelve yards of the salt; and that eighteen miles land
carriage would take it to the Chemung river, a branch
of the west fork of the Susquehanna.

We resumed our voyage — passed about a mile of
rapid water — and afterwards eleven miles of still
water, to Oswego Falls. Here the river is about
two hundred yards wide, and the water at one pitch
all across the river, falls eight feet, and forms a
strong, foaming rapid for one mile below. The
banks of this river are low, and subject to be over-
flowed. The land apparently rich.

Drew our boats across the carrying place,
about sixty yards, launched in below, and proceed-
ed to Oswego garrison, held by the British. They
expecting us, we were admitted, and dined with the
commanding officer, Capt. Wickham. After dinner,
we pursued our journey on the sea of Ontario, fifteen
miles to a harbor called Little Sodus. Grand indeed
is the prospect of this great lake. About the middle
there is no view of land northward, eastward or
westward in the clearest day.

We sailed and rowed, passed the mouth of
Great Sodus, to Apple Boom harbour, twenty-seven
miles from Little Sodus. This day was exceeding