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LIFE OF WILSON. 
Stone, which were found in digging on the opposite side of this 
gigantic mound, where I found the hole still remaining. The 
whole of an extensive plain a short distance from this is mark- 
ed out with squares, oblongs and circles, one of which com- 
prehends several acres. The embankments by which they are 
distinguished are still two or three feet above the common level 
of the field. The Big Grave is the property of a Mr. Tomlin- 
son, or Tumblestone, who lives near, and who would not ex- 
pend three cents to see the whole sifted before his face. I en- 
deavoured to work on his avarice, by representing the proba- 
bility that it might contain valuable matters, and suggested 
to him a mode by which a passage might be cut into it level 
with the bottom, and by excavation and arching, a most noble 
cellar might be formed for keeping his turnips and potatoes. 
“ All the turnips and potatoes I shall raise this dozen years,” 
said he, “ would not pay the expense.” This man is no anti- 
quary, or theoretical farmer, nor much of a practical one either 
I fear; he has about two thousand acres of the best land, and 
just makes out to live. Near the head of what is called the 
Long Reach, I called on a certain Michael Cressap, son to the 
noted colonel Cressap, mentioned in Jefferson’s Notes on Vir- 
ginia. From him I received the head of a Paddle fish, the 
largest ever seen in the Ohio, which I am keeping for Mr. 
Peale, with various other curiosities. I took the liberty of 
asking whether Logan’s accusation of his father having killed 
all his family, had any truth in it; but he replied that it had 
not. Logan, he said, had been misinformed; he detailed to 
me all the particulars, which are too long for repetition, and 
concluded by informing me that his father died early in the re- 
volutionary war, of the camp fever, near New York. 
“Marietta stands on a swampy plain, which has evidently once 
been the ancient bed of the Muskingum, and is still occasion- 
ally inundated to the depth of five or six feet. A Mr. Putnam, 
son to the old general of Bunker’s Hill memory, and Mr. Gill- 
man and Mr. Fearing, are making great exertions here, in in- 
troducing and multiplying the race of merinos. The two latter 
