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STARTED for St. Clair this morning. Called a few minutes at Kettle Point, so called from a number of rocks or stones projecting from the precipice overhanging the waters, resembling iron pots of various sizes. In the afternoon we passed a new settlement of white people eight or ten miles west of the mouth of the lake. This settlement was formed by a Mr. Jones, who tried to carry out what is called the Owen System, of having all things common; but I was informed that the thing did not work well here, as the colonists, one after another, left their leader. Our men being much exhausted from hard toiling with the paddle, and having no food to eat, we were obliged to land and tent on the beach for the night, a few miles from the commencement of the River St. Clair. We now had only a bare bone left in the provision line, so we boiled it in a large kettle of water, and drank the broth for our supper. We, however, felt that the Lord was with us, and so we were enabled to praise Him, which was good for our souls. Saturday, August 1st.
Sunday 2nd. — We again boiled the bare bone, and drank the broth for our breakfast, thanking God that we even had this to satisfy in some measure the cravings of hunger. We were now within four miles of the Indian encampment, so we concluded to go on, and, if possible, have service with them. We passed Fort Gratiot on the American side, which is situated at the outlet of the lake. A little way below the Fort we saw several Indian camps on the American side. We went to them, but found the Indians all intoxicated. We enquired for
