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LEFT the Credit this day to visit the Indians settled about the Bay of Quinte; met some of the Credit Indians who had been visiting their brethren at Belleville, who informed me they were still praying, and that the good Spirit blessed them a great deal. At this good news my heart rejoiced and took courage. — Friday, May 4th.
Saturday 5th. — Rode from York to Whitby and lodged with Mr. Moore; was cast down in spirit, but being informed of the steadfastness of the Indians about Schoogog Lake, was encouraged still to trust in God, and cast all my care on him. A friend informed me of the following particulars respecting these Indians: Two white men went out to traffic with them for furs, taking with them two barrels of whiskey, hoping when they got the Indians into the bush they would be induced to drink, when they would be able to get their furs from them; but in this they were sadly disappointed, for after making one or two of them drunk, the Christian Indians went to them in a body and demanded the liquor, telling them they would not trade with them any more unless they gave it up; so the white men, sooner than lose their trade, gave up the whiskey to the Indians, who immediately took the barrels to the middle of the lake, cut a hole through the ice, tied weights to them and sunk them to the bottom. Thus were Satan and his agents defeated in their black design.
Sabbath 6th. — At 10 o'clock I preached in the school house at Whitby on the parable of the labourers in the vineyard. The congregation paid great attention, and some shed tears.
