meeting, where my companions and divers Friends,
and other settlers in this new country, came, to the
number of about one hundred. The meeting was
solid and satisfactory. We went to Jeremiah Moore's
to dine, had a solid opportunity in his family, and
went to our kind friend William Lundy's, to lodge.

Walked to Squire Birch's mills, on the ra-
pids, above the unspeakably amazing cataract; where
I had a second view of this standing awful monu-
ment of the mighty power of Him, who created the
heavens and the earth, the seas and fountains of wa-
ter. The rapids above, are about one mile square.
Pleasingly grand is the prospect — the waves dash-
ing, and tumbling from rock to rock, and altering
their appearance every moment. Here also are seen
the misty vapours from the great falls, rising in curl-
ing columns to the clouds, resembling the smoke of
numerous furnaces. Such are the friction of the par-
ticles of water descending, and the inconceivable
weight of the mass of water, dashing on the rocks
below, that it more resembles smoke than mist. —
Our kind friend Birch has, perhaps one of the grand-
est situations for water works in the world; and I
think, if he opens his front door, he need never pay
the clergy for preaching. He is kind to Friends,
having in early life, contracted an esteem for Sam-
uel Emlen at sea.

Chipaway creek is about as large as Brandywine,
and boatable fifty miles to the northward. I walked
from Birch's to Chipaway. Here is a block house
and piquet, garrisoned by a number of soldiers. —
Lodged at a public house, where we paid a shilling
for a floor to spread our mattresses on, and other
things equivalent