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went, I enquired of Calvin Young, what I was in debt tohim, having had lodgings and three meals: but his answerwas, I am paid. Who has paid thee? said I; my friendreplied, All I have is lent, and so long as you can be ofservice to the Indians, you are welcome to stay at myhouse as a daughter; and I will be to you as a father.This so astonished me, that I could not say more thanthis at the time, I am glad thou dost consider all thoughhast as lent; he then assured me, that I Was welcometo a horse, or a chaise, and that I should have the compa-ny of him, or his wife, or daughters, any time when Iwanted to ride out; so that I was humbled to the dust,and saw the fulfilment of the promise of the Lord imme-diately; for this man was no professor of religion, butstumbling thereat; because the ministers who were inthis part, he said, Were no better than others, and if heever were converted it should be by a woman’s preaching,which gave me to believe the Lord had sent me to hishouse to seek after his precious soul, being a mercifulkind-hearted man. We had a pleasant ride to the Chief’shouse, which was a good framed building of wood, paint-ed red, two stories high, and two rooms on a floor.Ska-nando, the Chief, was pleased to see me and shewed mehis wife, introduced his children, grand-children, andgreat-grand-children with joy and happiness, such I pre-sume, as we do not expect, when we look at their condi-tion, as the heathen. Skanando tried to number is pos-terity by counting his fingers many times over, and thenlaughed heartily, and cried out, I cannot tell: for I madethis enquiry, How many children, and grand-childrenhast though? My soul was so highly gratified, that I gaveSkanando a pair of red stone silver buttons, which wasthe only thing I had belonging to my honored mother,who was dead: for the Chief had a shirt on, with hissleeves hanging loose, and was without any coat at thistime. He was ninety five, or six years old, and put hishands together, desiring to live to be one hundred; liftingup his eyes to Heaven, with a blessed smile. My friend