It is true they are not _all_ so. No, I am told there are but few, and in charity I hope it is [so]. Otherwise what will be my fate seeing I am, in a certain degree, partaker with them? Surely the inhabitants of such a land, at _best_, cannot look for more than mere _present enjoyment_. When I reflect seriously on _all_ these things, as I sometimes do, revolving them in every different manner in my mind, it is beyond the power of words to express my feelings. Poor unfortunate, blind creatures! That it is from _blindness_ they commit these things, I am fully persuaded, because I am equally confident that they do not attach that same degree of criminality to them we, _from the revealing of the Scriptures_ to us, do. Some they consider in the light of trifles, some natural, some weaknesses. But all tend to the gratification of most bestial appetites whatever may have been the original cause, _curiosity_ or otherwise. However, I received a piece of information in one of these, and _it_ was circumstantially detailed, that has cleared a point to me I could never solve. And though I enquired of both Wool and Bob, they were not wiser than myself. Indeed, without the _trial_ or experiment, it seems impossible to say certainly where the cause lies. Now I know it. If ever an opportunity offers, or that it pleases God I again revisit my own lands, I shall be able to speak to a certainty. As I cannot write Latin, I shall say no more of _it_ at present. A few years back an Indian at the next post above _this_ died. He had been a long time sick, {53} and from this conceived himself _ongenay_ and accordingly prepared for his confession. Having received the details at second and third hand, I shall endeavour to give _part_ of them to you as near _their_ stile as I can. But really I find myself _very inadequate_ to the task. There is a certain _poetic_ sublimity in their language on such _like_ occasions as will not easily meet with credit from those (the better informed) of the civilized world unacquainted with these people. Even amongst ourselves there are but few, for few can judge of the beauties of a language, and most of those few have too high a notion of their own mighty superiority to stoop to _regular_ conversation with them. But to return--After having revealed all, or most part, of his sins to the company in general, he thus addressed his family in particular: You see, my children, my distressed state. I cannot move nor stir without assistance. And I feel strengthened in my lungs (breast, heart), merely as it were by permission of my _Dreamed_ (some particular one he meant) to divulge my offenses to the gods (or God) publicly, before you all, to deter you from the same vices (wickednesses).