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Beyond Penn's Treaty

Jacob Lindley’s Account

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a sprightly British officer, I took the liberty to men-
tion the possibility, that when the broils in France
should subside, the African slave trade be abolished,
and a permanent peace concluded with our Ameri-
can Indians, all this globe might be at peace; and
that swords (of which he had one by his side) might
be beaten into ploughshares. He quickly replied,
he hoped not to see such a time, as it would also
beat up his bread and butter, (meaning his living.)
Such are the views of too many, in this day.

A middle aged Indian, of the Delaware tribe, dined
with us. He talked a little English, by which we
understood he was in possession of several sheets of
ancient writings; that he had heard of Friends, and
just faintly remembered Z. Heston and John Parrish
being at their town. He said there were but Buchon-
, Pipe, and two other chiefs belonging to their
nation; that we might depend, if they said peace, it
would be peace; but if they said war, it would be
war. Also said, we would find the middle tribes
more faithful and manly than the Chipawas and
Wyandots; for they were treacherous. I told him,
they had called us Shemochteman, or Big Knife, and
said they wanted our scalps; at which he laughed.


Crossed the river, and went down the east-
ern bank four miles, to the house of John Missiner,
where we had a solemn season, with a number of
his neighbours, to the contriting of the hearts of di-
vers present. Lodged with him that night.


This morning had a religious opportunity
in his family, in which, and the preceding meeting,
dear John Parrish was favoured, in an extraordinary
manner. After parting with them, we walked up
the river about a mile, called at the house of Francis