the Indians were in danger of starving for the want of bread. Having
rested ourselves two days at that place, we came on to Caneadea and stayed
one day, and then continued our march till we arrived at Genishau.
Genishau at that time was a large Seneca town, thickly inhabited, lying on
Genesee river, opposite what is now called the Free Ferry, adjoining
Fall-Brook, and about south west of the present village of Geneseo, the
county seat for the county of Livingston, in the state of New-York.

Those only who have travelled on foot the distance of five or six hundred
miles, through an almost pathless wilderness, can form an idea of the
fatigue and sufferings that I endured on that journey. My clothing was
thin and illy calculated to defend me from the continually drenching rains
with which I was daily completely wet, and at night with nothing but my
wet blanket to cover me, I had to sleep on the naked ground, and generally
without a shelter, save such as nature had provided. In addition to all
that, I had to carry my child, then about nine months old, every step of
the journey on my back, or in my arms, and provide for his comfort and
prevent his suffering, as far as my poverty of means would admit. Such was
the fatigue that I sometimes felt, that I thought it impossible for me to
go through, and I would almost abandon the idea of even trying to proceed.
My brothers were attentive, and at length, as I have stated, we reached
our place of destination, in good health, and without having experienced a
day's sickness from the time we left Yiskahwana.

We were kindly received by my Indian mother and the other members of the
family, who appeared to make me welcome; and my two sisters, whom I had
not seen in two years, received me with every expression of love and
friendship, and that they really felt what they expressed, I have never
had the least reason to doubt. The warmth of their feelings, the kind
reception which I met with, and the continued favors that I received at