ALEXANDER WILSON. 
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Visited tlie celebrated remains of Indian fortifications, as 
they are improperly called, vvliicli cover a large space of 
ground on the banks of the Muskingum. Seventy miles 
*ibove this, at a place called Big Grave Creek, I examined 
Some extraordinary remains of the same kind there. The 
Grave is three hundred paces round at the base, 
seventy feet ])erpendicular, and the top, which is about 
^’fty feet over, has sunk in, forming a regular concavity, 
•^firee or four feet deep. This tumulus is in the form of 
I* cone, and the whole, as well as its immediate neighhour- 
“ood, is covered with a venerable growth of forest, four 
Cf five hundred years old, which gives it a most singular 
‘‘Ppearanee.” 
“ On Monday, March 5, about ten miles below the 
®outh of the Great Sciota, where I saw the first Hock of 
Paro([uets, I encountered a violent storm of wind and 
fiiin, which changed to hail and snow, blowing down trees 
‘‘Pfi limbs in all directions, so that, for immediate preser- 
'’*itiou, I was obliged to steer out into the river, which 
gelled and foamed like a sea, and filled my boat nearly 
«f full of water ; and it was with the greatest difficulty 
Could make the least head way. It continued to stiow 
j^olently until dusk, when I at length made good my 
Ending, at a place on the Kentucky shore, where I 
, perceived a cabin ; and here I spent the evening 
" 'earning the art and mystery of bear-treeing, wolf- 
capping, and wild-cat-hunting, from an old professor, 
"b notwithstanding the skill of this great master, the 
Country here is swarming with wolves and wild cats, black 
nnd brown ; accorditig to this hunter’s own confession, he 
‘‘fi lost sixty pigs since Christmas last, and all night 
®ng, the distant howling of the wolves kept the dogs in 
® Perpetual uproar of barking. This man was one of 
'ose people called squatters, who neither pay rent nor 
own land, but keep roving on the frontiers, advancing as 
tc tide of civilized population approaches. They are the 
