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Jacob Lindley's Account, 1793

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white men. Under every consideration, I felt my own righteousness as filthy rags, and dare not indulge a secret thought that it would be unjust if the schoo-ner should be blown up. I had no where to rest my confidence, save in the unspeakable mercy of Israel's mighty God, by whose power we were preserved. The noise, and exertions of the seamen, were great. Their care and activity was as commendable, as itwas admirable. My spirit visited my habitation, to take a solemn leave of my dear companion, and ten-derly beloved children. I felt the peace it would be, to yield up life at home. I remembered, I had been baptized into death, and brought under great awfulness, even unto tears and trembling, before I set out on this journey: and upon the whole, I was favoured with a good degree of quietness and resig-nation. We now approached near the islands at the west end of Lake Erie. Our captain lowered sail, and stood eastward till morning, then put about and passed the first island about noon. The wind very unstable, frequent squalls succeeded by little breezes and calms. In the afternoon, came in sight of nine smaller, and some larger beautiful islands. This day we had a solid, religious opportunity on board. Capt. John, Capt. Hendricks, and other Indians and passengers, present — I believe to good satisfaction. The two Indian chiefs dined with us. 10th. A fair wind — stemmed the heavy current eighteen miles up Detroit river to the garrison. Ma-ny plantations are on both sides of the river, mostly occupied by French people. On our arrival, I went with three other Friends, to the citadel, to produce our passport from Governor Simcoe to the com-manding officer, Colonel England, a cheerful, open