But let me tell you a story—A friend of mine (who by the way is a Country Clergyman as well as yourself) was lately invited to dine with a Mohawk Chief, of whose visit to this country the provincial papers have doubtless informed you. My friend was very much in your situation. His head was full of stories against this “denomination” of people. He had been credibly assured, that they were “the enemies of all that is sober or established;” that they enjoyed nothing so much as pulling men’s scalps over their ears, and eating them up, _clothes and all_. He could not therefore, for some time, be induced to _venture himself_ “into the company of men of whom he had hitherto been always horribly afraid.” At length, however, he was prevailed upon to accept the invitation; not without some apprehensions on his own part, that he “should feel uneasy, and be illiberally, perhaps, looking towards the door.” {20} How he actually behaved, I am not told; but what do you think was the event of his visit?—Why, he returned from the interview, with his flesh upon his bones, his scalp upon his head, and not a single mark of the tomahawk all over his body. Add to this, he received so favorable an impression of this “denomination” of people, that he resolved hereafter to consider them as _brethren_, and to co-operate with them in every object which might promise to promote their common welfare, without interfering with their separate, local, and independent interests. I leave the Country Clergyman to use his discretion about trying such experiments as these; but, whether he try them or not, I make no question, that, in many cases, they would be attended with similar success.