As the diversities of Languages (since Babels confusion) has made the distinction between people and people, in this Christendompart of the world; so are they distinguished Nation from Nation, by the diversities and confusion of their Speech and Languages (see note No. 47) here in _America_: And as every Nation differs in their Laws, Manners and Customs, in _Europe_, _Asia_ and _Africa_, so do they the very same here; That it would be a most intricate and laborious trouble, to run (with a description) through the several Nations of _Indians_ here in _America_, considering the innumerableness and diversities of them that dwell on this vast and unmeasured Continent: But rather then I’le be altogether silent, I shall do like the Painter in the Comedy, who being to limne out the Pourtraiture of the Furies, as they severally appeared, set himself behind a Pillar, and between fright and amazement, drew them by guess. Those _Indians_ that I have convers’d withall here in this Province of _Mary-Land_, and have had any occular experimental view of either of their Customs, Manners, Religions, and Absurdities, are called by the {72} name of _Susquehanocks_, being a people lookt upon by the Christian Inhabitants, as the most Noble and Heroick Nation of _Indians_ that dwell upon the confines of _America_; also are so allowed and lookt upon by the rest of the _Indians_, by a submissive and tributary acknowledgement; being a people cast into the mould of a most large and Warlike deportment, the men being for the most part seven foot high in latitude, and in magnitude and bulk suitable to so high a pitch; their voyce large and hollow, as ascending out of a Cave, their gate and behavior strait, stately and majestick, treading on the Earth with as much pride, contempt, and disdain to so sordid a Center, as can be imagined from a creature derived from the same mould and Earth. Their bodies are cloth’d with no other Armour to defend them from the nipping frosts of a benumbing Winter, or the penetrating and scorching influence of the Sun in a hot Summer, then what Nature gave them when they parted with the dark receptacle of their mothers womb. They go Men, Women and Children, all naked, only where shame leads them by a natural instinct to be reservedly modest, there they become cover’d. The formality of _Jezabels_ artificial Glory is much courted and followed by these _Indians_, only in matter of colours (I conceive) they differ.