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not heard for many years, but my companions 
were too faft afleep to hear it, we let out early 
and by one had croffed the 3 ridges of the blue 
mountains, and the 2 fpruce vales, were the 
branches of Swatara ran, and dined in St. 
Anthony s Wtldernefs, as Count Zinzendorf has 
named it. We mounted again at 2 and climb- 
ed up the S. ridge, and at the top let our horf- 
es reft, for they were cover’d with fweat. In 
the mean time we look’d for water, but found 
none, in this learch we found an Indian Squaw 
drying buckle berries. This is done by let- 
ting 4 forked flicks, in the ground, about 3 
or 4 feet high, then others a-crols, over them 
the ftalks of our common Jacea or Saratula, 
on thefe lie the berries, as malt is fpread on 
the hair cloth over the kiln. Underneath fhe 
had kindled a fmoke fire, which one of her 
children was tending. The quantity of their 
buckle berries growing on and between thefe 
ridges, is prodigious, the top of the S. ridge is 
pretty good land, and affords a fine prolpeef of 
the great and fertile vale of Tulf'thocken, the 
ridge itfelfis pleafant. When we had refted 
ourfelves and our poor tired horles, we lead 
them moft of the way for 20 miles, this gave 
us an opportunity of gathering what quantity 
we pleafed of their berries, tho we eat lather 
more than 1 thought we might lately venture 
on, yet we found no ill conlequence from our 
excels. When we were defeended wc had but 
L a miles 
