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pursuers soon overtake the deer, throw a halter over the horns, and dragging it to the side of the vessel, take the life of the poor animal with a large knife, and then drag it on shore. About noon we reached Catherines, a village at the end of Lake Seneca; at this village there is a wharf, and some business is carried on in vessels of about 50 tons burden. After taking some refresh-ment, we passed on through Catherine's Swamp, a deep narrow valley with mountains on each hand, covered with lofty trees. Here, as the evening approached the valley resounded with the howling of wolves; the sound very much resembling the noise of a number of large dogs, howling as they sometimes do in the night, or on hearing the sound of the horn. My companion, by way of encou-ragement, informed me that he had never heard of an instance of either a wolf or a bear attacking a man, except in case of themselves or their young being first wounded; and from what I can learn, I believe this statement to be correct. This evening we came to Newtown and had good accommodations at Ellis's tavern, where I spent some time with a person of the name of Goldbride, who informed me that he was the first person who had attempted the navigation of the Shoumonge into the Susquehanna, and so down to Baltimore and the Chesapeake Bay. In this first