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rocks, and stones were piled up in places,from 20 to 60* * Some perhaps 100 ft. feet high, as upright as the wallof a house, and in other places projecting over,several feet. The bottom of these rooks, bythe beating of the waves, and sand, and grav-el was worn into curious shapes, and assmoothe as polished marble. It was interesting to see the water trickl-ing down from the top of these rocks, aswell as to note some rocks standing in the edgeof the water, as large over, round, and assmoothe as a milstone, In a number of places the water cameup to the wall of rocks so that we hadto ride 40 or more perches in the lake,in places middle deep, and the water wasvery dirty with beating the sand, so thatwe could not see the bottom, and didnot know but the next step the horsesmade, might take them over their backs. In a number of places the waves came upagainst the rocks with such force, at times asto cause the water to fly over our heads, makingthe scene romantic. We reached the mouth of Buffalo creekbefore sunset. Here we met with a companyof men who were going to run out Robert Morris'slate purchase of the Indians into townships: John