power; and if at any time he could not dissuade them from it, he would leave them, and go crying into the woods. It was manifest he had a set of religious notions that he had looked into _for himself_, and not taken for _granted_ upon bare tradition; and he relished or disrelished whatever was spoken of a religious nature, according as it either agreed or disagreed with _his standard_. And while I was discoursing he would sometimes say, “Now that I like: so God has taught me.” And some of his sentiments seemed very just. Yet he utterly denied the being of a _devil_, and declared there was no such creature known among the Indians of old times. He likewise told me, that departed souls all went southward, and that the difference between the good and bad was this, that the _former_ were admitted into a beautiful town with _spiritual_ walls, or walls agreeable to the nature of souls; and that the _latter_ would for ever hover round those walls, and in vain attempt to get in. He seemed to be sincere, honest, and conscientious in his _own way_, which was more than I ever saw in any other Pagan; and I perceived he was derided among most of the Indians as a _precise zealot_. I must say, there was something in his temper that looked more like true religion than any thing I ever observed among other Heathens. ♦ “pontificial” replaced with “pontifical” September 22. I made some further attempts to instruct the Indians on this island, but all to no purpose. They live so near the white people, that they are always in the way of strong liquor, as well as the ill examples of _nominal_ Christians; which renders it unspeakably ♦difficult to treat with them about Christianity. ♦ “diffcult” replaced with “difficult” [On Monday, September 23. He left the Indians, in order to his return to the Forks of Delaware, in a very weak state of body, and under dejection of mind, which continued the two first days of his journey.] Thursday, September 26. I was still much disordered in body, and able to ride but slowly, I continued my journey however. Near night I arrived at the Irish settlement, about fifteen miles from mine own house. This day I was much exercised with a sense of my barrenness: and verily thought, there was no creature that had any true grace, but what was more spiritual and fruitful than I: I could not think that any of God’s children made so poor a hand of living to God as I. _Forks of Delaware._ October 1. I discoursed to the Indians here, and afterwards invited them to follow me to Crosweeksung as soon as their conveniency would admit; which invitation sundry of them chearfully accepted. Saturday, October 5. I preached at Crosweeksung, from John xiv. 1‒6. The divine presence seemed to be in the assembly. Numbers were affected, and some comforted.