Early the next Morning, we set forward for the Congeree-Indians,
parting with that delicious Prospect. By the Way, our Guide kill'd
more Turkeys, and two Polcats, which he eat, esteeming them before
fat Turkeys. Some of the Turkeys which we eat, whilst we stay'd there,
I believe, weigh'd no less than 40 Pounds.

The Land we pass'd over this Day, was most of it good, and the worst passable.
At Night we kill'd a Possum, being cloy'd with Turkeys, made a Dish of that,
which tasted much between young Pork and Veal; their Fat being as white
as any I ever saw.

Our Indian having this Day kill'd good Store of Provision with his Gun,
he always shot with a single Ball, missing but two Shoots in above forty;
they being curious Artists in managing a Gun, to make it carry either Ball,
or Shot, true. When they have bought a Piece, and find it to shoot
any Ways crooked, they take the Barrel out of the Stock, cutting a Notch
in a Tree, wherein they set it streight, sometimes shooting away
above 100 Loads of Ammunition, before they bring the Gun to shoot
according to their Mind. We took up our Quarters by a Fish-pond-side;
the Pits in the Woods that stand full of Water, naturally breed Fish in them,
in great Quantities. We cook'd our Supper, but having neither Bread, or Salt,
our fat Turkeys began to be loathsome to us, altho' we were never wanting
of a good Appetite, yet a Continuance of one Diet, made us weary.

{Wednesday.}
The next Morning, Santee Jack told us, we should reach
the Indian Settlement betimes that Day; about Noon, we pass'd by
several fair Savanna's, very rich and dry; seeing great Copses of many Acres
that bore nothing but Bushes, about the Bigness of Box-trees;
which (in the Season) afford great Quantities of small Black-berries,