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Beyond Penn's Treaty

Jacob Lindley’s Account

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us out of pure friendship, having heard it himself:
which we treasured up at present. But truly, the
pressure of murdering, dark, blood-thirsty spirits,
from day to day, is exceeding heavy; always re-
quiring us to watch and pray, that we may be fur-
nished with the whole armour of light.


Col. England came to visit us. We went to
see his garden — in the interview, he showed every
mark of respect to Friends, and desired us as often
as we wished, to retire into his arbours in the heat
of the day. We acknowledged his kindness, and
went to our lodgings to dine, where we had the
company of a young Shawnese chief. He was neat-
ly dressed in Indian style. I computed he had, at
least, one thousand silver broaches stuck on a new
silk hunting shirt. He behaved at table with great


Fourteen Indians came to see us. They ap-
peared friendly. The weather exceeding warm. Al-
though we are well supplied with provisions, yet,
the water being all brought from the river, and
standing in a tierce in the sunshine, makes our drink
disagreeable. This, with a host of flies by day, and
fleas and bugs by night, added to our state of sus-
pense, required some fortitude and patience to keep
our post, without looking back, or meditating an


Had some conversation with an intelligent
woman, who had been taken prisoner in Kentucky,
and separated from her husband and nine children.
All had been favoured to meet again except one,
which she says is now in Kentucky. She says, three
hundred and ninety-five persons were taken, and
scattered through the wilderness at the time they