"If I could only have devoted a few hours more to the examination of this wonderful mound, and its entrenchment, I should have rejoiced. But the Indians were entirely wearied before I had completed the little I did. I was therefore at their word obliged to leave it. I trust it will yet receive a minute inspection and description from some qualified person. Of this, however, I have not much hope, it is so far from any public road." "High Tower, Sabbath, October 20.-After breakfast I was left alone with John Brown, the Cherokee half-breed, whom I had taken with me as an interpreter, and we endeavored to devote the day to the worship of God. We were frequently interrupted by the Indians, but yet it was one of the most profitable Sabbaths I ever experienced. My heart was more tender than usual, and while we read the Bible, the only book with us, I could not refrain from tears of affection to that dear * These mounds are found in the vicinity of each other, spread over the great plains, from the southern shore of Lake Erie to the gulf of Mexico, generally in the neighborhood of the great rivers. For the history of the aboriginal inhabitants of America, and the condition of its population before the arrival of the Europeans, only a small portion of the existing materials have, as yet, been collected. The first volume of the Transactions of the American Antiquarian Society, established at Worcester, Mass. furnishes considerable information on this highly interesting subject. t John Brown was the brother of Catharine and David Brown, names well known in the missionary community. The conversion of this family is one of the most affecting instances of the success of modern missions. After Catharine had been with the missionaries two years, a younger brother, David, came to the school, and was religiously affected in consequence of the faithful instructions of Catharine. Both visited the paternal home together, and the worship of God commenced where heathenism had reigned unmolested. Finally, both parents, two sons, three daughters, and a daughter-inlaw, eight in all, became apparently the heirs of immortal life. Several of them soon after died in the triumphs of Christian hope.-See the Memoir of Catharine Brown, by the Rev. R. Anderson. Saviour who I knew was present with us, and willing to comfort us. The reflections, too, occasioned by my situation were such as to melt my heart. I was in the centre of a nation lying in midnight darkness, where God was neither known nor worshipped. I endeavored to bear testimony to the authority of his holy institutions, and I could compare my example to nothing but the burning of a dim light in the midst of a vast chamber of darkness. It was hid in the deep cloud that hung over the land. Yet I could pray to God, for the coming of his glorious kingdom among this poor people. I had told the Indians in the morning, I could not go with them to the council, for this was the day which the great Creator had set apart for himself, in which he had told his creatures they must do no work. They took it all in good part, and said they supposed that was our custom, and that they had not been thus educated. "I spent a part of the day in conversation with John, and endeavored to impress his mind with the importance of an immediate attention to religion. He appeared quite affected, and told me he could not but hope that God had begun a work of grace in his heart. This day was a rich day to me. I never so fully realized the feelings of a missionary in a heathen land, far from friends and Christian society. In the evening the company returned, and I was told that the council had broken up, and that the chiefs were fast returning home. May God grant that they may soon learn to spend their Sabbaths in other employments. I was told that they separated with similar ceremonies to those with which they came together, with this exception, that the Creeks made the ceremonial speeches by which they took leave of the Cherokees, the Cherokees having saluted them, and bid them welcome at first. Nothing more of interest occurred this day, and we all once more committed ourselves to sleep on the ground. Monday, October 21.-This morning awoke very early. I had now slept on the ground four nights in succession, and had experienced no inconvenience. I thanked the Lord for this, particularly for the excellent weather he had given us. Scarcely a cloud was to be seen day or night. The weather also was very mild. "We all set out together about daylight, with our faces homeward. At William Hicks's, twenty miles from High Tower, I parted with my good friend Mr. Hicks, and rode in a northeast direction fifteen or twenty miles more, fording the Oostanaulee river, and arrived at the house of the Big-Half-Breed, a little after sunset. The Sleeping Rabbit, Going Snake, and a son of major Walker had accompanied us thus far, and tarried during the night with us. The Going Snake was soon to set out for Washington. I wrote a letter by fire-light, to Mr. McKenney, and sent it by him. "Tuesday, October 22.-This morning, parted with the three Indians who accompanied us yesterday, and rode sixteen miles northeasterly by a path, and arrived at the house of the excellent missionary of the United Brethren, Rev. John Gambold. I had long desired to see this dear servant of the Lord Jesus, and no sooner had I arrived, than I received a hearty welcome from him and his affectionate wife. I can hardly tell how much I was comforted by meeting such society and such a resting-place. For some distance around, the land was cleared, and directly in front of Mr. G.'s house, it was in the highest state of cultivation. After dinner I walked about his house, and took a view of his numerous conveniences for living. His fine spring I could not but admire. It is from the fact that there are numerous large and excellent springs in this neighborhood, seven I think within two miles, that it is called Spring Place. "Mrs. G. is quite a botanist, and has a very good gar den of plants, both ornamental and medicinal. She told me that for a long time they had raised all the coffee their family used. Mr. G. is a very industrious man. He has an excellent mechanical genius, and devotes a considerable portion of his time to manual labor. He has been in the nation twelve years, with his wife. They have no family of their own, but Mrs. G. has kept a small school ever since she has been in the country. She was formerly a distinguished teacher at Bethlehem, in Pennsylvania, where she superintended the female part of the Brethren's school. She appears to be very pious, and devoted in soul and body to the missionary service. She is fifty-five, and her husband fifty-seven years old. They have educated between forty and fifty Cherokee children, including half-breeds, and a few whites. At present they have six or eight, whom they both board and instruct. Mr. G.'s brother, aged sixty-five, is with him, and labors on their plantation. The whole family is a most delightful one, and the heads of it a pattern of true Christian simplicity, and humble faith. They are not only an honor to their own church, but to the Christian name. They have had some success attending their labors. Three individuals regard them as their spiritual father and mother. Among these is Mr. H. If we consider the influence which this man now has in the nation, and the influence of Mr. Gambold in making him what he is, no one can doubt that a most ample reward has attended the efforts of the humble self-denying missionaries, for the good of this nation. Mr. H. joined their communion April 16, 1813, and was baptized Charles *Renatus H., the middle name being assumed. We hope he is truly born again. But he was not their first fruits. This was a niece of his. Her con version was apparently occasioned by instruction received * Or, 'born again.' from Mr. and Mrs. G. some years ago. She related that her distress of mind on the account of her sinfulness was great, but rendered more so by the idea the Indians had imbibed that the Saviour whom the white shipped was not tressed indeed. for them. Ah,' said she, people wor 'I am dis Where shall I go? I am an Indian, and the Saviour is not for me.' Thus she labored long until she unbosomed her feelings to Mrs. G., and received assurance that Christ was for her, and for all who would come to him. But she could not realize it till some time after. When alone in the woods and in prayer, the burden was removed, and she was enabled to trust in her great Saviour. Then she said she was filled with joy unspeakable, and ever since she had felt an attachment to Christ, his word, his people, and his ways, that nothing could destroy. She joined the church, and was baptized on the 13th of August, 1810, and ever since has led a most exemplary life. She lives near Mr. G.'s, and gives great comfort and satisfaction to the missionaries, by her conversation and society. Her husband joined the Brethren's church on the 7th September, 1814, and has sustained a Christian character ever since. "This dear little band are a happy cluster indeed, and may well be said to form a bright light in a dark, very dark place. Oh how my soul was comforted in hearing these precious instances of the Lord's mercy related. Oh, blessed Redeemer, grant many such! 66 Having received numerous presents for the brethren at Brainerd, to whom these dear people have been very kind, and one rich present for myself, a belt of Indian manufacture, I prepared to set out for home, thirty miles distant. The family were all assembled, and the parting blessing of the New Testament pronounced in a most impressive manner, 'The grace of our Lord Jesus, and |