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1770. 
A JOURNEY TO THE 
but many of them would afk me for what they 
.-.-— wanted with the fame freedom, and apparently 
Augait. 
oth. 
with the fame hopes of fuccefs, as if they had 
been at one of the Company’s Factories. Others, — 
with an air of more generofity, offered me furs” 
to trade with at the fame ftandard as at the Fadto- 
ry; without confidering how unlikely it was that 
T fhould increafe the enormous weight of my load 
with articles which could be of no more ufe to me 
in my prefent fituation than they were to them- 
felves. 
This unaccountable behaviour of the Indians 
occafioned much ferious reflection on my part ; 
as it fhowed plainly how little I had to expect if 
I fhould, by any accident, be reduced to the ne- 
ceflity of depending upon them for fupport ; fo 
that, though I laid me down to reft, fleep was a 
flrangerto me that night. The following beauti- 
ful lines of Dr. Young I repeated above an hun- 
dred times : | 
“ Tired Ngture’s fweet reftorer, balmy Sleep; 
« He, like the world, his ready vilit pays 
“© Where fortune fmiles; the wretched he forfakes: 
*¢ Swift oa his downy pinions flies from woe, 
“ And lights on lids unfully’d witha tear.” Nicur TuoucuTs. 
After pafling the night in this melancholy 
manner, I got up at day-break, and, with the two 
Southern Indians, fet out in quett of our defer- 
ter. Many hours elapfed in fruitlefs fearch after 
him, as we could not difcover a fingle track in 
the direction which we were informed he had 
, taken. 
