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encamped here, but immediately commenced building a new but 
smaller fort, on the spot where Fort Mitchell stands, so called in 
honour of the then governor of Georgia, which they now oc¬ 
cupy. They hoped, however, that they should return to Pensa¬ 
cola as soon as the disagreements had been settled. 
After the inspection, we took a walk to a plantation lying near, 
which belonged to an Indian named McIntosh. He was absent 
at Washington as a delegate from his nation. He is the son of 
that M c Intosh, who obtained from the State of Georgia the title 
of General, and who last spring, on account of the treaty with 
the state, had been shot by his countrymen and hewed in pieces. 
Polygamy prevails among the Indians. The young McIntosh 
had indeed only two wives, a white woman and an Indian. 
They say he had several wives whom he wished to keep: the 
white woman however had driven them with scolding and dis¬ 
grace out of the house, as she would only submit to one Indian 
rival. We did not see the Indian wife. The white wife, how¬ 
ever, received us quite politely. She is the daughter of a 
planter in Georgia, and tolerably pretty. She was attired in the 
European style, only according to the Indian fancy in dress, she 
carried a quantity of glass beads about her neck. She showed 
us her two children, completely white, and also the portrait of her 
father-in-law, as large as life, with the . sword of honour given 
him by the United States. The family is in very good circum¬ 
stances, and possesses seventy negroes. 
In the afternoon we went to a Methodist mission, one short 
mile distant. We found none but the women at home. The mis¬ 
sionaries have established a school, which is frequented by thirty 
children. They have three Indian girls, boarders, who were ex¬ 
tremely modest. The mission is situated in a handsome planta¬ 
tion, on which I saw tame deer. The deer here are evidently 
smaller than those in Europe. 
Sunday, the 1st of January, 1826, we were awakened by the 
drums and fifes, which announced the new year, by playing Hail 
Columbia and Yankee Doodle. With the break of day, between 
seven and eight o’clock, we left Fort Mitchel, and rode twenty- 
five miles to a plantation called Lewis’s, which is located on the 
§pot, upon which, in the last war, Fort Bainbridge stood. The 
road ran through a very hilly country. At first the soil was 
sandy and poor, it bore nothing but pine trees. After we had 
passed over half the distance, the soil improved, it looked red¬ 
dish-yellow, and the apparently everlasting pines gave place to 
handsome oaks and lofty hickories. On the other hand the car¬ 
riage road became very bad, and in a narrow place we upset. 
The carriage fell slowly towards my side, I took the right mo¬ 
ment, sprung from the box on which I sat, and fell upon my 
