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where they immediately hoisted an English flag that I had for- 

 merly given them at Fort Pitt. The next day they held a coun- 

 cil, after which they gave me up all the English prisoners they 

 had, then made several speeches, in all which they expressed the 

 great pleasure it gave them, to see the unhappy differences 

 which embroiled the several nations in a war with their brethren, 

 the English, were now so near a happy conclusion, and that peace 

 was established in their country. 



The Twightwee village is situated on both sides of a river, 

 called St. Joseph's. This river, where it falls into the Miame 

 river, about a quarter of a mile from this place, is one hundred 

 yards wide, on the east side of which stands a stockade fort, 

 somewhat ruinous. 



The Indian village consists of about forty or fifty cabins, be- 

 sides nine or ten French houses, a runaway colony from Detroit, 

 during the late Indian war ; they were concerned in it, and being 

 afraid of punishment, came to this post, where ever since they have 

 spirited up the Indians against the English. All the French re- 

 siding here are a lazy, indolent people, fond of breeding mischief, 

 and spiriting up the Indians against the English, and should by 

 no means be suffered to remain here. The country is pleasant, 

 the soil rich and well watered. After several conferences with 

 these Indians and their delivering me up all the English prison- 

 ers they had, 



On the 6th of August we set out for Detroit, down the Mi- 

 ames river in a canoe. This river heads about ten miles from 

 hence. The river is not navigable till you come to the place 

 where the river St. Joseph joins it, and makes a considerable large 

 stream, nevertheless we found a great deal of difficulty in getting 

 our canoe over shoals, as the waters at this season were very 

 low. The banks of the river are high, and the country over- 

 grown with lofty timber of various kinds ; the land is level, and 

 the woods clear. About ninety miles from the Miames or 

 Twightwee, we came to where a large river, that heads in a 

 large lick, falls into the Miame river ; this they call the Forks. 

 The Ottawas claim this country, and hunt here, where game is 

 very plenty. From hence we proceeded to the Ottawa village. 

 This nation formerly lived at Detroit, but is now settled here, 

 on account of the richness of the country, where game is always 

 to be found in plenty. Here we were obliged to get out of our 



