68 THE LIFE OF

Having provided every thing necessary for our jour- ney, and a residence of eight months at the Ka-wa-we- non Mission, we started in company with Rev. Mr.

Chandler, uncle John Taunchey, and the traders who intended to winter on the shores of Lake Superior and do business with the Ojebwas. We were more than three weeks on our journey—three hundred and fifty miles. At one place We were weather-bound for one week. Our French companions were the most wicked of men. They would gnash their teeth at each other, curse, swear, and tight among themselves. The boat, oars, the winds, water, the teachers, etc., did not escape their execrations. I thought now that I understood what hell was in a very clear manner. My Very hairs seemed to “ stand erect like quills upon a fretful porcu- pine,” when they gave vent to their malevolence and passions. They would fight like beasts over their cooking utensils, and even while their food was in their mouths. Iwill just say here thatI have often seen them eat boiled corn with tallow for butter.

On our road, we saw the celebrated Pictured Rocks, Sand Banks, and Grand Island. On a point of the latter place we encamped. Every Sabbath I devoted about an hour in sighing and crying after home. What good can 1 do, when I reach the place of labor P was a question that often occurred to my mind. Still we were going farther and farther from home. VVe were obliged, too, to do our own cooking, washing, and mending.

At last, in September, we arrived at the Aunce Bay. Here, our house was no better than a Wigwam; and