pursuers soon overtake the deer, throw a halter
over the horns, and dragging it to the side of the
vessel, take the life of the poor animal with a large
knife, and then drag it on shore.

About noon we reached Catherines

, a village at
the end of Lake Seneca; at this village there is a
wharf, and some business is carried on in vessels of
about 50 tons burden. After taking some refresh-
ment, we passed on through Catherine's Swamp,
a deep narrow valley with mountains on each hand,
covered with lofty trees. Here, as the evening
approached the valley resounded with the howling
of wolves; the sound very much resembling the
noise of a number of large dogs, howling as they
sometimes do in the night, or on hearing the sound
of the horn. My companion, by way of encou-
ragement, informed me that he had never heard of
an instance of either a wolf or a bear attacking a
man, except in case of themselves or their young
being first wounded; and from what I can learn,
I believe this statement to be correct.

This evening we came to Newtown

and had
good accommodations at Ellis's tavern, where I
spent some time with a person of the name of
Goldbride, who informed me that he was the first
person who had attempted the navigation of the
Shoumonge into the Susquehanna, and so down
to Baltimore and the Chesapeake Bay. In this first