rocks, and stones were piled up in places,
from 20 to 60* * Some perhaps 100 ft. feet high, as upright as the wall
of a house, and in other places projecting over,
several feet. The bottom of these rooks, by
the beating of the waves, and sand, and grav-
el was worn into curious shapes, and as
smoothe as polished marble.

It was interesting to see the water trickl-
ing down from the top of these rocks, as
well as to note some rocks standing in the edge
of the water, as large over, round, and as
smoothe as a milstone,

In a number of places the water came
up to the wall of rocks so that we had
to ride 40 or more perches in the lake,
in places middle deep, and the water was
very dirty with beating the sand, so that
we could not see the bottom, and did
not know but the next step the horses
made, might take them over their backs.

In a number of places the waves came up
against the rocks with such force, at times as
to cause the water to fly over our heads, making
the scene romantic.

We reached the mouth of Buffalo creek
before sunset. Here we met with a company
of men who were going to run out Robert Morris

's
late purchase of the Indians into townships: John