afraid the enemy Indians would kill me. I said, "No, I am not afraid of the Indians, nor the devil himself: I fear my great Creator, God." "Aye, they said, you know you will go to a good place when you die, but we do not know that: that makes us afraid."
13th.—In the afternoon we twice crossed Chowatin, and came to Ponchestanning,[1] an old deserted Indian town, that lies on the same creek. We went through a bad swamp, where were very thick sharp thorns, so that they tore our cloaths and flesh, both hands and face, to a bad degree. We had this kind of road all the day. In the evening we made a fire, and then they heard something rush, in the bushes, as though they heard somebody walk. Then we went about three gun-shot from our fire, and could not find a place to lie down on, for the innumerable rocks; so that we were obliged to get small stones to fill up the hollow places in the rocks, for our bed; but it was very uneasy; almost shirt and skin grew together. They kept watch one after another all night.
14th.—In the morning, I asked them what made them afraid. They said, I knew nothing; the French had set a great price on my head; and they knew there was gone out a great scout to lie in wait for me. We went over great mountains and a very bad road.
15th.—We came to Susquehanna, and crossed it six
times, and came to Catawaweshink, where had been an
old Indian town.[2] In the evening there came three
Indians, and said they saw two Indian tracks, which came to the place where we slept, and turned back, as if to
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