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5th. The Wind moderated, and Weather clear'd away, - sail'd the Sloop Detroit for Fort Erie. 6th. About 2 oClock P.M. departed this Life a poor Indian Slave who belonged to M. Elliott. --There is a Nation far to the westward,- called Panies, or Pawnees, with whom, it is said, the Chippeway's are at perpetual war, - it was a Custom formerly among these barbarous Nations to put all their prisoners to Death, but since their acquaintance with the White People these prisoners are become an article of Traffic, and sold to the Traders, -- who again dispose of them to the Settlers, by this means Indian Slaves are become numerous, and all, however acquired, go under the denomination of Pawnees. -- -The poor fellow above mentioned was a Pawnee and had for a long time been in a declining way, but was so well this morning as to be able to walk about the Door - he died at 2 in the afternoon and was put in the Grave about 7 the same evening - -The burial was attended by most of the Commissioners retinue, and J.M. spoke a few words at the Grave well adapted to the occasion.