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were stout, and resemble the pictures of Esquimaux women in 
Parry’s Travels. Some of them wore their hair down, which, 
if possible, increased their ugliness. Both the men and wo¬ 
men wear trowsers, generally of blue, and ornamented with 
white lace; sometimes also of two colours, like the prisoners at 
Boston. The men wear shirts over their trowsers, and great¬ 
coats of cloth. The women dress in white or blue woollen man¬ 
tles. At first, I thought myself in civilized Europe, for a great 
number of children came along the carriage to beg, a circumstance 
which had not occurred since my arrival in the United States. It 
was soon ascertained, however, that they were Indian children, 
dressed somewhat like their parents, and of the same complexion. 
The girls had brass buckles on their cloaks, which fastened in 
front, and most of them wore large bead necklaces. 
Behind this village the road led along a considerable hill, from 
which we had a beautiful view of Oneida Lake, which present¬ 
ed the appearance of a large stream. Here you have a number of 
extensive prospects, which, however, as you see but little culti¬ 
vated land and few houses, is rather uniform. Farther on we saw 
a small lake called Salt Lake, which is in the midst of a forest, 
and has on its banks three picturesquely situated towns, Liver¬ 
pool, Salina, and Syracuse. At Salina are rich salt springs, 
the water of which is collected in reservoirs, and it is evaporated 
by the heat of the sun to procure the salt. Beyond Sullivan we 
passed through the village of Chitteningo. It contains several 
mills, a cotton factory, and a branch of the Erie Canal, which 
forms a kind of harbour, and serves as a landing place for arti¬ 
cles manufactured here, and for the plaster and lime which are 
procured in the neighbourhood. This lime becomes hard under 
water, so that it is excellently adapted to waterworks. We dined 
at Manlius, a new village, containing two churches. Besides 
the usual stage-coach there were two others to-day, all full of 
passengers. In our own we had for a short distance a farmer, a 
descendant of a German emigrant, who spoke the language that 
was used in Germany about a hundred years ago. He thought 
my German was too high, and that I spoke it like a parson. From 
the canal which forms an angle here, we drove in a southerly di¬ 
rection, in order to keep on the plains, as the main road, which 
is nearer, leads over a hill. The two Onondago villages ap¬ 
pear to be flourishing manufacturing places, and are pleasantly 
situated. Marcellus is also a new village and has two churches. 
Most of the small villages have two churches, an Episcopal and 
a Presbyterian. In each of them, and even at the Indian village, 
there is a school. In several of the villages also I had the plea¬ 
sure of seeing bookstores. Beyond Marcellus the night unfor¬ 
tunately closed in, which prevented me from seeing Skeneatelass 
