We all, by God's Blessing, and the Endeavours of our Indian-Pilot,
pass'd safe over the River, but was lost in the Woods, which seem'd like
some great Lake, except here and there a Knowl of high Land,
which appear'd above Water.

We intended for Mons. Galliar's, jun', but was lost, none of us
knowing the Way at that Time, altho' the Indian was born in that Country,
it having receiv'd so strange a Metamorphosis. We were in several Opinions
concerning the right Way, the Indian and my self, suppos'd the House
to bear one Way, the rest thought to the contrary; we differing,
it was agreed on amongst us, that one half should go with the Indian
to find the House, and the other part to stay upon one of these dry Spots,
until some of them return'd to us, and inform'd us where it lay.

My self and two more were left behind, by Reason the Canoe
would not carry us all; we had but one Gun amongst us, one Load of Ammunition,
and no Provision. Had our Men in the Canoe miscarry'd,
we must (in all Probability) there have perish'd.

In about six Hours Time, from our Mens Departure, the Indian came back to us
in the same Canoe he went in, being half drunk, which assur'd us
they had found some Place of Refreshment. He took us three into the Canoe,
telling us all was well: Padling our Vessel several Miles thro' the Woods,
being often half full of Water; but at length we got safe to the Place
we sought for, which prov'd to lie the same Way the Indian and I
guess'd it did.

When we got to the House, we found our Comrades in the same Trim
the Indian was in, and several of the French Inhabitants with them,
who treated us very courteously, wondering at our undertaking such a Voyage,