we remembered Zion, and hung our harps on
Used some endeavours to get
tents and baggage removed to Chipaway creek;
but could not get wagons because of the late rains.
This is a place of considerable business, which is
principally engrossed by Hamilton, Street, and
Phelps — the former having planted five hundred
bushels of potatoes this year, to supply the troops.
This morning, an Onondago chief came to our camp,
and breakfasted with us.
and first of the week. A
ing being appointed about five miles distant, I set
out on foot to attend it. On the way, in the woods,
I looked back and at a few perches distance, were
two Indians coming after me, on a trot — one of them
frightfully painted from below one eye to the mid-
dle of his forehead, with a vermillion red; the other
side, jet black. His cheek and chin under the black,
was painted red, and the other side, under the red,
was painted black. He had a tail of hair, and skins
of beasts, and birds with the feathers on, which hung
down below the calves of his legs, and blew out be-
hind him. He had his scalping knife in his hand.
His stature was middle sized; but his visage was ex-
ceeding fierce and grim. I was quite alone. I turned
sideways, and stood till he came up, I believe with-
out visible emotion of fear, and accosted him thus:
Which way in such a hurry? He said, Hooch king,
Buffaloe creek! and passed along. I went on to the