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we remembered Zion, and hung our harps on the willow trees." This afternoon, Capt. Hendricks and myself took boat, and were rowed eight miles down to Navy Hall, to see the commissioners. After some conversation on Indian affairs, we returned the same evening. 1st of 6th month. Used some endeavours to get our tents and baggage removed to Chipaway creek; but could not get wagons because of the late rains. This is a place of considerable business, which is principally engrossed by Hamilton, Street, and Phelps — the former having planted five hundred bushels of potatoes this year, to supply the troops. This morning, an Onondago chief came to our camp, and breakfasted with us. 2nd of the month, and first of the week. A meet-ing being appointed about five miles distant, I set out on foot to attend it. On the way, in the woods, I looked back and at a few perches distance, were two Indians coming after me, on a trot — one of them frightfully painted from below one eye to the mid-dle of his forehead, with a vermillion red; the other side, jet black. His cheek and chin under the black, was painted red, and the other side, under the red, was painted black. He had a tail of hair, and skins of beasts, and birds with the feathers on, which hung down below the calves of his legs, and blew out be-hind him. He had his scalping knife in his hand. His stature was middle sized; but his visage was ex-ceeding fierce and grim. I was quite alone. I turned sideways, and stood till he came up, I believe with-out visible emotion of fear, and accosted him thus: Which way in such a hurry? He said, Hooch king, Buffaloe creek! and passed along. I went on to the