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There being no house where we could lodge, we pitched our tents in a lot of one Phelps. 28th. Joseph Moore and myself went four miles to see Jeremiah Moore's family. They related the dreadful circumstances they were reduced to, in this country, by scarcity of bread, and provisions of all kinds, in the year 1789 — when they came to an al-lowance of one spoonful of meal per day, for one person — eat strawberry leaves, beech leaves, flax-seed dried, and ground in a coffee mill — catched the blood of a little pig — bled the almost famished cow and oxen — walked twelve miles for one shive of bread, paid twelve shillings for twelve pounds of meal. One of the lads, who was hired out, carried his little sister two miles on his back, to let her eat his breakfast, and they gave him none till dinner. The children leaped for joy, at one robin being caught, out of which a whole pot of broth was made. They eat mustard, potatoe tops, sassafras root, and made tea of the tops. The relation was deeply af-fecting. The case being general, one could not help another. Which brought to my mind, the many thankless meals, enjoyed in the land of plenty. This place is situated within four miles of the grand falls; the noise of which, resembles the roar-ing of the waves of the ocean, in the time of a storm. One Indian and a white man, have been carried down this amazing cataract, within two years. The white man tumbled out of his canoe just at the beginning of the rapids, and was hurled down. The poor In-dian was asleep, in his canoe, which was tied to the bank; it is supposed some wicked person loosed it, and it glided down into the rapids, when some per-son hollowed to him; on which he stood up, struck