French merchant's daughter, late of this place, now
deceased. Two Cayugas also visited us. But we
painfully feel the want of suitable interpreters. —
Many understand their language; but our sentiments
being generally peaceful, serious, and religious, so
opposite to those held by persons qualified to serve
us, that what they delivered, appeared to be with
shame and reluctance. This put it out of our power
fully to relieve our minds. My mental powers often
centred in secret intercession to the Preparer of
hearts, that the travail of my spirit might be con-
veyed through such aqueducts, to their advantage
and edification, as may best consist with his wisdom
and power. As our minds were bowed, and patient-
ly waded under it, there evidently appeared a seri-
ousness at times to impress their countenances. —
Last evening we received a grateful letter from the
Moravian Indians.

We had interviews to-day with several Indians,
Munseys, Shawnese, and Delawares, to some satis-
faction. They appeared pleased with our motives
in coming. This afternoon, I visited a young woman
educated at Newport, Rhode Island. Her father's
name, William Foster. She went from home, con-
trary to her father's will, with one Molay, an offi-
cer in St Clair’s army. He was killed in the defeat
of 1790, and she taken prisoner by the Indians, who
kept her eleven months. She then got off, and has
since lived in Detroit, and by her conduct, evinced
that she was not thankful enough for the many mer-
cies, and great deliverances wrought for her. Lat-
terly she has been taken with epileptic fits, of which
she frequently has divers in a day. The intervals of
health are filled with bemoanings and cries for mer-