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the neighbourhood presented me with some beads fashioned out of 
a kind of white 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 
marked 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 Tomlinson, or 
Tumblestone, who lives near, and who would not expend three 
cents to see the whole sifted before his face. I endeavoured to 
work on his avarice, by representing the probability 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 exca- 
vation 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, 4 would not pay the expense.’ This 
man is no antiquary, 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 Cressop, son to the 
noted Colonel Cressop, mentioned in Jefferson’s Notes on Virginia. 
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 revolutionary war, of the camp fever, near New 
York. 
“ Marietta stands in a swampy plain, which has evidently once 
been the ancient bed of the Muskingum, and is still occasionally 
inundated to the depth of five or six feet. A Mr Putnam, son to 
the old general of Bunker’s Hill memory, and Mr Gillman, and Mr 
Feering, are making great exertions here in introducing and 
multiplying the race of merinos. The two latter gentlemen are 
about establishing works by steam for carding and spinning wool, 
and intend to carry on the manufacture of broad cloth extensively. 
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