Memoirs of the life of David Rittenhouse, LLD. F.R.S., late president of the American Philosophical Society, &c. : $b interspersed with various notices of many distinguished men : with an appendix, containing sundry philosophical and other papers, most of which have not hitherto been publishedBarton, William
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Memoirs of the life of David Rittenhouse, LLD. F.R.S., late president of the American Philosophical Society, &c. : $b interspersed with various notices of many distinguished men : with an appendix, containing sundry philosophical and other papers, most of which have not hitherto been published
“It is,” says Mr. Rittenhouse, “six long weeks since I have had the
happiness of seeing you or hearing from you; and this is the first
opportunity I have had of conveying a letter to you, since I left
Wyoming. As I cannot hope to receive a line from you until we approach
nearer to the habitable world, my next greatest pleasure is to inform
you of the favourable state of my health: this pleasure is indeed damped
in some degree, by my fears that you will not give full credit to what I
say, though I mean to abide strictly by the truth. The head-ach has been
unknown to me, almost ever since I left you; my cough, though much
better, is not quite removed; and I have no other complaint, except,
that which will never leave me in this world: this, however, far from
being worse than usual, is certainly something less troublesome; which I
attribute to my being more at liberty to use moderate exercise, and less
exposed to summer heats than I should be at home. This seems to be a
different climate from that you are in; the weather is constantly cool,
but not cold. We are at present situated on a pleasant bank of the
Susquehanna, about fifteen miles above the mouth of the Chenango, one of
the principal branches of this river. From this place to Middletown in
Lancaster county, is, by estimation, 270 miles along the river: much of
the road is very bad, so that we had a tedious journey.
“At Chenango, there are a few Indian families settled, amounting to
forty souls. Some of these people frequently visit us, and bring us fish
and venison; in return for which, they are very desirous to have flour
or salted provisions: and we live in the greatest harmony with them.
Five or six days ago, one of the Onondago Sachems with his family came
up in three canoes, and encamped in the evening, just below us. Next
morning, we received a message from them, requesting an audience for two
young ladies of the family. To this, a proper answer was returned,
(General Clinton having prudently brought an interpreter with him,) and
at the time appointed they were introduced to us in our tent, unattended
by any other Indians. After a draught of punch, and a decent silence,
our visitors were told that we were ready to hear what they had to say.
The eldest of the two, a fine girl of about twenty, and extremely well
dressed, with a becoming modesty made a short speech; concluding with an
handsome apology for acquitting herself no better, on account of her
youth and sex. The purport of her speech was, that thinking it would not
be disagreeable to us, they were come to spend a few days in our
company: that they were poor, and in want of provisions, especially
flour; and hoped we would furnish them with a small portion of our
stores,—at least for present use, whilst they staid with us. We
encouraged them to bring us fish and other fresh provision; in return
for which, they should have salt meat and some bread. Business being
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