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Sept. 3. Our respected friend Green wood, left us. He is a very respectable Indian, but probably hastening to the grave. The distresses, and exposures of the sum ner post, have brought on him a cough and debility which will probably end in the consumption, especially as his distress and exposures are still to be continued. Thus with multitudes of others, who were not robust, or of healthy constitutions. The grief, the anxiety, the distress of body and mind. they have been obliged to endure, for three months past have broken them down, which their present exposures and prospect of future sufferings, are still urging their feeble steps to the grave where most of their infants and such 2 words lined out of their friends as were sickly when thus sufferings commenced, are already at rest. Dear little infants! O how distressing to see their little feeble hands holding to their mothers bosoms, and pulling back to life, as unfeeling strangers snatch them away, and drive them lonely to the silent tomb. Thus when the dear little children were sick in the last word lined out company, they were taken from the mothers arms, and thrown into wagons and driven on over a rough road to suffer and die alone. Thus one waggoner noted as he returned, that two died in his wagon on the way to Waterloo.

Sept. T. The sickness increases, so that in some families most of the members are sick. When we hear of their sickness, we start as usual for their relief or comfort; but soon despair checks our zeal and prevents c