their civility and kindness to us. There was a cap-
tain much addicted to profane swearing in our com-
pany, and who kept a squaw; upon being put in mind
of the odiousness of such a course of life, and the dan-
ger he stood in, replied, he thought no harm would
ensue — that we might think it very strange, that he
never lay down, drunk or sober, without saying his
prayers. Which, strange as it was, he asserted was
the case.

The Detroit sloop left this place, loaded with
skins and peltry, for Fort Erie. I spent some part
of this day, on the margin of the river, and bay.
Here once stood the town and garrison of Detroit.
Multitudes of graves, and many foundations of build-
ings are yet discoverable. We are told, about seven-
ty years ago, the Indians rose, and in one night mas-
sacred every person in the place, except the Ro-
man priest, who was concealed by a squaw; and also
burnt all the houses. After which, the garrison was
built eighteen miles higher up the river, on the op-
posite side, where it now stands. Since the English
have been in possession of Canada, some bold at-
tempts of like nature, have been made: one by the
noted Indian, Pontiac, on the present Detroit; which,
in all human probability, would have succeeded, but
for some intelligence from a squaw, communicated
the evening preceding the intended bloody enter-
prize, to the commander, who afterwards attempted
to dislodge them from the suburbs. This brought
on the fray, from whence bloody bridge took its
name, where three officers and seventy soldiers are
reported to have fallen, about a mile and a half above
Detroit. When the veteran saw himself the con-
queror, it inspired him with ambition to get upon