of John Cockburn, &c. 8 1 

 with Porcupines Quills flicking at the Ends. 

 About Noon we got to a Range, where we 

 met with People who informed us, we were 

 a Day's Journey from the Town ; and when 

 they knew we were Englifhmen^ they asked, 

 if we had a Pafs, for otherwife the Gover- 

 nor of St. Michael's^ they allured us, would 

 fend us all to the Mines, and as we knew 

 we had no Pafs to Ihow, this was a terrible 

 Hearing. We were, however, obliged to 

 go forward, and meet our Fate, be it what 

 it would. Here we learned, that about Sun- 

 fet we fhould get to a Whigwam, and fo de- 

 parted. 



As we drew near to the Town, my Fel- 

 low-Travellers began to fall into the utmoft 

 Defpair, faying, that all our Labour and 

 Travel had been in vain, fince it was evi- 

 dent, we were going to fall into the Hands 

 of thofe, who would make Slaves of us for 

 Life. I endeavoured to diffuade them from 

 fuch dreadful Apprehenfions, by putting 

 them in Mind, how often God Almighty had 

 been gracioully pleafed to refcue us from 

 the mo ft imminent Dangers, even in this 

 Country > and that, as we had experienced 



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