I think you will be amused by the following extract from the journal of one of my fellow travellers, who left me at, Montreal to visit Quebec; and on his return, found on board the steam-boat one of the Indian chiefs, belonging to the village of Loretto, to which I have alluded: -- 6 "We have on board one of the Indian chiefs, who walked in the procession at Loretto, and his daughter, a genteel young woman. He speaks the English language. He said he knew General Washington, and had dined with him twice; and that, the General had made him a present of a very good horse. I told General Washington, said he, that your horse; he tell me, to call one of his aids, and he say, Col. Trumbull, write order for Vincent, (that my name,) for that horse; so I keep him. He very good horse. The story of the horse was thus explained: Vincent commanded a body of Indians, at the capture of Burgoyne, and was made a prisoner with that General. The horse had been taken by him from the Americans; and hence he called him not his `own, but Washington's. This information I obtained from others on board. Taking me aside, he said, I saw you Lorette.-C. I " was there, and saw you walking at the head of the procession.-V. Yes, I walk.'-C. 'What was that the priest carried.'-V. 'What religion you.'-C. 'I am a Protestant.'-V. Then you very good man; priest carry image Virgin Mary. This is all nonsense. He tell us poor Indians, we must believe, or be condemned, that Virgin Mary was taken up into heaven, soul and body: you believe that?'—C. ' I do not understand it: what is your opinion?'V. I do not believe; I do not read that in Scripture. Priest tell us poor ignorant Indians, that we must worship her, and saints, and images. I do'nt find that in Scripture neither; but I read, 6 Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and Him only shalt thou worship. Thou shalt make no graven image, nor worship them:' that my belief. I think it wicked to worship images; but God is merciful. Priest tell us ignorant Indians, we must have mass; fetch out purgatory our fathers, dead hundred years ago; and we pay sometimes one, sometimes two dollars each mass. Brother, you believe there is a purgatory?'-C. 'I have no knowledge of such a place: what is your opinion?'-V. 'I do'nt believe; and tell you my opinion: I believe, if our heart be not purge in this life, it never will be purge. 6 On my assenting to his doctrine, he asked, 'Where do you think is hell.' I told him I did not know: then added he, I'll tell you where I think it is. It is in the sun.' I felt some surprise at all this; and asking him where he had been educated, he replied, at Hampshire. He then asked me to drink a glass of grog; and on my declining, he bid me good-bye, and walked to the forecastle to sip it by himself. On observing a young Indian on board, very attentive to the Chief's daughter, I told Vincent I supposed this man was courting her; on which he replied, with much warmth, "No, Him Mohawk."" I do not know why he regarded a connection with the Mohawks as degrading; for they were members of the celebrated confederation of the Six Nations (the Iroquois Confederation.) The other members were the Oneidas, the Onondagas, the Cayugas, the Senecas, and the Tuscaroras. Letter XXFV. Concord, New Hampshire, 2nd Sept. 1820. WE left Quebec at 10 o'clock in the morning of the 25th, Saturday, in the steam-boat, and at 6 o'clock on Sunday morning, found ourselves at Sorel, 50 miles below Montreal, contrary winds having impeded us. In this village I found a Protestant Church, which was more than I expected, although the spires of the Catholic Churches are seldom out of sight. In the party I left in the steam-boat, was Mr. -, one of the passengers in the Courier, and about 100 Scotch emigrants, many of them with families of little children. It was really affecting to see my expatriated countrymen and countrywomen just landed from the vessel in which I had seen them arrive the day before, and passing up to the country which was to be their future home. Some of them appeared disappointed already, and few seemed to have any idea of the difficulties of converting the wilderness into a fruitful field. I felt that I had great cause for 2 C thankfulness, on contrasting my own situation (a transient visitor in a foreign land) with that of these poor exiles whom necessity had driven from their native hills for ever. "Forced from their homes, a melancholy train, More than 10,000 have already passed through Quebec this year on their way to the land of promise. Many, I have no doubt, will find themselves amply rewarded for their sacrifices; but it is much to be regretted, that the inducements to emigrate to Canada, which are considerable, should be so much exaggerated as almost to insure disappointment. Our Government is not sufficiently careful on this point; and those who want their friends about them colour too highly. An Irish emigrant with whom I conversed on board the boat said, "some of 'em indeed sent us an account which I now see to be true, but we liked believing the other best." "However, I'll not desave my countrymen, though sure I'm not going to publish my own distress nather, but I'll tell part of the truth." As it rained in the afternoon, we mustered a tolerable band among the emigrants, on board the steam-boat, who played and sang many old Scotch tunes, but the situation of |