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and me to come with the horses and bring the packs. We had to give $1.50 for each horse. We started about 9 A. M., in company with four or five Indians, men and women, and - passed the woods as fast as we could. The path was bad, over a swamp or muddy ground. We traveled all day as hard as we could, but did not overtake the rest of our com- pany. We startled many turkeys. We camped on the ground at night, made a ire near the other and lay by it, and there came up a man and woman, who camped a little way off. They brought us about a pint of sweetened hoecake, which was very good, having nothing to eat since morning. We ate that, drank water, and laid down for sleep. At dark a young Indian came up to our camp, who was going to take my horse back. He had killed a young raccoon as big as a cat. They burned the hair off of it, then boiled it without salt and gave us some, which we were glad to eat. We then tried to get some sleep under the trees, so that we had not much dew on us, but many Bees.

August 6th. They brought us a little piece of the raccoon and some other food which we thought was made of roots, which answered as bread, but I was not fond of it. We went on rapidly until we got through. Traveling along, the Indian who killed the raccoon walked before me and shot a turkey that would weigh fifteen or twenty pounds. We left the settlement about 10 A. M., gave up our horses, and understood that my other three companions had crossed White River. We therefore took the packs, rode through the river and went to the house of Williarn Qonner, a French trader, whom I found had gone to Philadelphia. His part- ner, William Marshal], had gone to Muncie, a town twenty-