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mained within. One of the Indians named David Fowler appeared in supplication: after which, the whole assembly sung an hymn in the English lan-guage, two lines of which were, Lord, make our souls ascend on high, Where neither gold nor pearls can fly. Next day I paid a visit to David Fowler. Upon entering the house, my attention was first attracted to a shelf, containing Cruden's Concordance and a large folio Bible; the latter was in the Indian lan-guage. This person is a man of exemplary life,—interested for the progress of knowledge among his brethren, and has devoted some time to the instruc-tion of their children. He also possesses an exten-sive acquaintance with plants, as to their qualities and medicinal virtues. I also visited John Crossly's family, where were a number of children; and notwithstanding I was so great a stranger, they manifested no surprise or cu-riosity, but appeared to be entirely engaged at their books. This I considered an example to those in civilized life, and what is called refined education. I now took leave of my Indian brethren at Stock-bridge, informing them that I was going among my friends;—and were it a thousand miles off, their house was my house,—their table, my table,—and their bed, my bed. At which they gave a loud sigh. Set out with John Dean, and passed through the Tuscarora nation to Oneida; where I was conducted to the house of John Scanacloe, the chief of that na-tion. Immediately on my entering, the old man shook his ears,—indicating that we could not under-stand each other's language. My mind was cover-