172 T Pv A V E L S THROUGH. 



" Pardon me thy death, and remember me in 

 " the country of Ipirits." All the French who 

 alTuled at this tragic event were moved to tears, 

 and admired the heroic conilancy of tijis vene- 

 rable eld man, whofe virtue is equal to that 

 celebrated Roman orator, who, in the time of 

 of the triumvirate, was hidden by his fon. The 

 letter was cruelly tormented, in order to extort 

 from him the place where his father was con- 

 cealed, who, being no longer able to bear that 

 fo tender and fo virtuous a fon lliould fuffer fa 

 much, came to prefent himfeif to the murderers, 

 and begged the foldiers to kill him, and to fave 

 his fon 's life-, the fon conjured them to kill 

 him, but to fpare his fatlier -, the foldiers, more 

 barbarous than the favage Indians, killed them 

 both together, at the fame time, and in the 

 fame place. 



. M. Ferrand, my fellow-traveller in my laft 

 voyage to the Illinois, fell into the Miffijlppi \n 

 the levered feafon, whilft his, foldiers were exer-, 

 cifmg •, and, at the very m.oment that the rapi- 

 dity of this river carried him into an abyfs, an 

 Akanza hunter, who v/as happily on board his 

 boat, faved him from the precipice. The offi- 

 cer tokl him, that he hoped to recompenfe him 

 generoudy for this piece offervice •, but the In- 

 dian 



