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to the BufiFalo Marsh Glades. This place took its name 

 from the fact that the carcass of a large buffalo liacl been 

 found in the deep mnd of the marsh by the first white men 

 who, perhaps, ever set a foot in that beautiful glade. I 

 agreed to accompany him ; and we set out for the same 

 house from which we fled when St. Clair met with his 

 defeat, mentioned in my first chapter. When we arrived 

 at the place, we found that the house had been destroyed 

 by some mischievous hands ; so we built a fire under a 

 large oak, and there slept comfortably at night. 



In the morning we set off for our sport, taking a small 

 path that led to Deep Creek ; and as we walked along 1 

 saw a very large buck standing within gun-shot of us. 

 Having but one gun (for my sport was designed to be in 

 (ishing), the old man (who, ))y-the-bye, was a poor shot) 

 fired at and wounded the buck in the foot. A fine swift 

 dog we had with us, soon ran the buck down, and he 

 became our venison. The old man told me he would 

 attend to the meat, and I should try my luck with the 

 trout. I waded into the water, hip and thigh, with a 

 piece of the venison for bait, believing that anything 1 

 liked so well would surely please a trout ; and I was not 

 mistaken ; for just as fast as I could bait my hook, and 

 let it into the water, I pulled out the largest kind of trout, 

 till at length they refused suddenly, as is their habit, to 

 give me another bite. 



I gathered up what T had caught, and counted forty- 

 seven, making as much of a load as I wished to carry in 

 one hand. I then struck for our fire again, as the moni- 

 ng was cold : there was a heavy dew on the grass, wliich 

 was as high as a man's belt, and I was cold, wet, and 

 hungry. The old man was in with his buck, and had some 

 venison before 'he hot coals, which was nearly ready for 

 eating. I handed over my long string of trout to the 

 cook, who soon had as many as were necessary for our late 



