We lodged at the house of the kind and hospitable
Major Powell.

Preparing for my journey through the wil-
derness. I lodged at Peter Wintmuts, and Friends
at Benjamin Wilson's.

31st. We crossed the river at Windecker's ferry.
Waited at Winey's, on Buffalo creek, for Adam
Lane, who was intending for the States.

From Winey's, at Buffalo creek,
passed through twenty miles of good land — some
parts swampy — others high, and suitable for wheat —
abounding with limestone, sugar trees, bass wood,
beech, and shellbark hickory — and about twenty
miles of plains. In which distance, are three fine
streams for mills, with excellent fall. Two as large
as one of the forks of Brandywine, the other as large
as Whiteclay creek. In the swamps and timber
lands, the path was rendered difficult by hundreds
of logs across the way. We met one Indian on the
plains, he was pleased to see us — we gave him some
refreshment. Came across Red Jacket and his fami-
ly, in the woods — he was indisposed — John Parrish
ministered unto him. In the afternoon, we met two
armed men, who looked grim. We pressed forward
as far as possible, fearing they might covet one of
our horses. A little after sun-set, we turned out our
horses at the east end of the great plains, kindled a
fire, and began to model a tent; when sable clouds
obscured the azure sky, and made an awful appear-
ance, which was soon succeeded by tremendous peals
of thunder, boisterous wind, and heavy rain. Many
trees were blown down. We stood exposed to the
vehemence of the elements, without any shelter,