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it was useless to go back again for another 

 guide, our only way was to keep straight on in 

 the same direction, bring us where it would. 

 Having no compass, this nearly cost us our 

 sight, for it was just mid-day, and we had to 

 gaze at the sun a long time before we discovered 

 what was our course. After this we soon, to 

 our great joy, found ourselves in a large com 

 field ; rode round it, and came to Johnson's 

 Ferry, a place where a Bayou (Boyau) of the 

 Wabash is crossed. This Bayou is a run out 

 of the main river, round a flat portion of land, 

 which is sometimes overflowed : it is part of 

 the same river, and the land encompassed by it, 

 an island. Crossed this ferry in a canoe, and 

 got a ferry-man to swim our horses after us. 

 Mounted again and followed a track which 

 brought us to Black River, which we forded 

 without getting wet, by holding our feet up. 

 After crossing the river we found a man who 

 was kind enough to shew us about half a mile 

 through the woods, by which our journey was 

 shortened five or six miles. He put us into a 

 direct track to Harmony, through lands as rich 

 as a dung-hill, and covered with immense tim 

 ber ; we thanked him, and pushed on our horses 

 with eager curiosity to see this far-famed Har 

 monist Society. 



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