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Passed the mouth of Cuyahoga river, forty or fifty miles above Presque Isle. The scene rather dull. No variety appearing, neither fish, fowl, nor any thing else, save a few gulls flying this morning, over the waters of this formidable ocean, which has a barren prospect. 8th. A gentle breeze from south west, made our progress toward Detroit tedious, yet afforded time for conversation and contemplation. There being representatives of five different Indian nations on board; some French, British, German, Scotch, and American United States men; some soldiers, sailors, merchants, mechanics, and farmers. Yet, notwith-standing all the variety of prospects and interests, a perfect harmony and decorum were observed. In the observation of which, my faith and hope were a little revived in the approach of that glorious day, when thousands and tens of thousands, yea, nations and kingdoms, shall repair to Zion's holy and peace-able ensign; notwithstanding the many opposing strong holds of mystery Babylon, yet held up and maintained, in the strong reasoning part of the na-tural, fallen wisdom of man. 9th of 6th month, and first of the week. Last night was a solemn, awful season. The preceding day was very warm. The thermometer at eighty. A little before sunset, the wind lulled into a per-fect calm. A dark cloud arose south westward, and slowly approached us. About midnight it came on, with terrible wind, thunder and lightning,—to a humbling degree to me and the rest, more especially, as we had fifty barrels of gunpowder on board, and between eighty and ninety passengers, divers of whom had been fierce warriors, both Indians and