and the Prophet of the Allegheny was seen descending one of the high hills with furious and phrenzied step, he entered the circle, and waving his hand in token of silence, the missionary saw with wonder, the same tall chief who, four years before, had crossed him in the Tuscarora forThe same panther skin hung over his shoulders, the same tomahawk quivered in his hand, and the same fiery and malignant spirit burned in his red eye. He addressed the awe-struck Indians, and the valley rung with his iron voice.

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"Red men of the woods, hear what the Great Spirit says to his children, who have forsaken him.

Through the wide regions that were once the inheritance of my people, and where, for ages, they roved as free as the wild winds, resounds the axe of the white man. The paths of your forefathers are polluted by their steps, and your hunting fields are every day wrested froin you by their arts. Once, on the shores of the mighty ocean, your fathers were wont to enjoy all the luxuriant delights of the deep. Now you are exiles, in swamps or barren hills; and these wretched possessions you enjoy by the precarious tenure of the white man's will. The shrill cry of revelry or war, no more is heard on the majestic shores of the Hudson, or the sweet banks of the silver Mohawk. There, where the Indian lived and died free as the air he breathed, and chased the panther and the deer from morn till evening-even there, the christian slave cultivates the soil in undisturbed possession; and, as he whistles behind his plough, turns up the sacred remains of your beloved ancestors. Have ye not heard at evening, and sometimes in the dead of night, those mournful and melodious sounds, that steal through the deep vallies or along the mountain sides, like the song of echo. These are the wailings of the spirits whose bones have been turned up by the sacrilegious labours of the white men, and left to the mercy of the rain and the tempest. They call upon you to avenge them. They adjure you by every motive that can rouse the hearts of the brave, to wake from your long sleep, and, by returning to these invaders of the grave, the long arrears of vengeance, restore again, the tired and wandering spirits to their blissful paradise, far beyond the blue hills.

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These are the blessings you owe to the christians. They have driven your fathers from their ancient inheritance-they have destroyed them with the sword and poisonous liquors-they have dug up their bones, and there left them to bleach in the wind-and now, they aim at completing your wrongs, and ensuring your des truction, by cheating you into the belief of that Divinity, whose very precepts they plead in justification of all the miseries they have heaped upon your race.

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Hear me, O, deluded people, for the last time!—If you persist in deserting my altars; if still you are determined to listen, with fatal credulity, to the strange pernicious doctrines of these christian usurpers-if you are unalterably devoted to your new gods and new customs-if you will be the friend of the white man, the follower of his God-my wrath shall follow you. I will dart my arrows of forked lightning among your towns, and send the warring tempests of winter to devour you. Ye shall become bloated with intemperance; your numbers shall dwindle away, until but a few wretched slaves survive, and these shall be driven deeper and deeper into the wild, there to associate with the dastard beasts of the forest, which once fled before the mighty hunters of your tribe. The spirits of your fathers shall curse you from the shores of that happy island in the great lake, where they enjoy an everlasting season of hunting, and chase the wild deer with dogs swifter than the wind. Lastly, I swear, by the lighting, the thunder and the tempest, that in the space of sixty moons, of all the Senecas, not one of yourselves or your posterity, shall remain on the face of the earth."*

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*Note, by the Compiler. The length of this interesting narrative, rendered it unadvisable, consistent with the proposed size of the work, to insert it entire. It may be satisfactory to the reader to learn, that notwithstanding all the machinations of this enterprising and dangerous pretender to the gifts of prophesy, the Senecas consented to receive the doctrines of christianity, and were induced, in the language of Red Jacket, one of their chiefs, to believe "That the Christian God was more wise, just, beneficent and powerful than the Great Spirit; and that the missionary who delivered his precepts, ought to be cherished as their best benefactor-their guide to future happiness.

Indian Hospitality.

Extract from Remarks concerning the Savages of North America.

CONRAD WEISER, our interpreter, gave me the following instance of the hospitality of the Indians. He had been naturalized among the Six Nations, and spoke well the Mohawk language. In going through the Indian country, to carry a message from our Governor to the Council at Onondaga, he called at the habitation of Cannassetego, an old acquaintance, who embraced him, spread furs for him to sit on, placed before him some boiled beans and venison, and mixed some rum and water for his drink. When he was well refreshed, and had lit his pipe, Cannessetego began to converse with him; asked him how he had fared the many years since they had seen each other, whence he then came, what occasioned the journey, &c. Conrad answered all his questions, and when the discourse began to flag, the Indian, to continue it, said, "Conrad, you have lived long among the white people, and know something of their customs; I have been sometimes at Albany, and have observed, that once in seven days, they shut up their shops, and assemble all in the great house: tell me what it is for; what do they do there ?""They meet there," says Conrad, "to learn and hear good things." "I do not doubt," said the Indian, that they tell you so; they have told me the same: but I doubt the truth of what they say; and I will tell you my reasons. I went lately to Albany, to sell my skins, and buy blankets, knives, powder, rum, &c. You know I used generally, to deal with Hans Hanson; but I was a little inclined, this time, to try some other merchants. However, I called first upon Hans, and asked him what he would give for beaver. He said he could not give more than four shillings a pound: but, says he, I cannot talk on business now; this is the day we meet together to learn good things, and I am going to the meeting. So I thought to myself, since I cannot do any business to-day, I may as well go to the meeting too, and I went with him. 'There stood up a man in black, who began to talk to the people very angrily. I did not understand what he said; but perceiving that he looked much at me, and at Hanson, I imagined he was angry at seeing me there: so I went out, sat down near

the house, struck fire, and lit my pipe, waiting till the meeting should break up. I thought, too, that the man had mentioned something of beaver, and I suspected it might be the subject of their meeting. So, when they came out, I accosted my merchant-Well, Hans," says I, "I hope you agreed to give more than four shillings a pound." "No," says he, "I cannot give so much, I cannot give more than three shillings and six-pence." I then spoke to several other dealers, but they all sung the same song, three and six-pence, three and six-pence. This made it clear to me, that my suspicion was right; and that whatever they pretended of meeting to learn good things, the purpose was, to consult how to cheat Indians in the price of beaver. Consider but a little, Conrad, and you must be of my opinion. If they met so often to learn good things, they would certainly have learned some, before this time. But they are still ignorant. You know our practice. If a white man, in travelling through our country, enters one of our cabins, we all treat him as I do you: we dry him if he is wet, we warm him if he is cold, and give him meat and drink, that he may allay his thirst and hunger: and we spread soft furs for him to rest and sleep on; we demand nothing in return. But if I go into a white man's house, at Albany, and ask for victuals and drink, they say, Where is your money, and if I have none, they say, Get out, you Indian dog. You see they have not yet learned these little good things, that we need 10 meetings to be instruct ed in, because our mothers taught them to us when we were children; and therefore, it is impossible that their meetings should be, as they say, for any such purpose, or have any such effect; they are only to contrive the cheating of Indians in the price of beaver.

DR. FRANKLIN.

Sufferings of a party of U. S. troops, on a voyage of discovery through the western country.

AFTER showing the sergeant a point to steer for, the doc tor and myself proceeded on ahead, in hopes of killing something, as we were again without victuals. About

one o'clock it commenced snowing very hard: we retreated to a small copse of pine, where we constructed a camp to shelter us, and as it was time the party should arrive, we sallied forth to search for them. We separated, and had not marched more than one or two miles, when I found it impossible to keep any course without the compass continually in my hand, and then not being able to see more than ten yards. I began to perceive the difficulty even of finding the way back to our camp, and I can scarcely conceive a more dreadful idea than remaining on the wild, where inevitable death must have ensued. It was with great pleasure I again reached the camp, where I found the doctor had arrived before me. We lay down, and strove to dissipate the idea of hunger and our misery, by the thoughts of our far distant homes and relatives.

We sallied out next morning, and shortly after perceived our little band, marching through the snow (about two) and a half feet deep) silent and with downcast countenances. We joined them, and learnt that they, finding the snow to fall so thickly that it was impossible to proeeed, had encamped about one o'clock the preceding day. As I found all the buffalo had quitted the plains, I determined to attempt the traverse of the mountains, in which we persevered, until the snow became so deep, it was impossible to proceed; when I again turned my face to the plain, and for the first time during the voyage found myself discouraged; and for the first time I heard a man express himself in a seditious manner: he exclaimed, "that it was more than human nature could "bear, to march three days without sustenance, through "snows three feet deep, and carry burthens only fit for "horses," &c. &c.

As I knew very well the fidelity and attachment of the majority of the men, and even of this poor fellow, (only he could not endure fasting) and that it was in my power to chastise him, when I thought proper, I passed it unnoticed for the moment, determined to notice it at a more auspicious time. We dragged our weary and emaciated limbs along, until about ten o'clock. The doctor and myself, who were in advance, discovered some buffalo on the plain, where we left our loads, and orders on the snow, to proceed to the nearest woods to encamp. We went in pursuit of the buffalo, which were on the move.