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mill which is eight miles up Loyalhanning creek, in order to procure some flour; the man is not yet returned. "A little after Dark the man sent to the mill returned and brought us a small supply of flour and a few pounds of Butter. We have to acknowledge our obligations to Col'o Will'm Perrey, who furnished us with a horse and sent his son to mill for us for the flour. He lived just above the mouth of Loyalhanning. "Sunday. August 22d.--The morning cloudy but so much time already Elapsed we must make every possable Exertion to get through our Bussness; we proceeded up the River above 10 miles and encamped for the day." The place where they camped must have been about where the Black Lick empties into the Conemaugh, near Social Hall, a few miles below Blairsville. The Journal: "Monday, August 23d.--Proceeded up the River; met with great difficulty; on account of the low water were obliged to drag our canoes over the Ripples and were able to get only about 8 miles. This day Encamped above an old Indian field on the southwest of the River; this field is Remarkable for the Great number of Bones we found in it." The field referred to is about a mile east of Blairsville. “Tuesday, August 24. Pursued our Jorney up the River, and with all the Exerscions we could make it was 1 o'clock before we had Got 3 1/2 miles, & the men were quite Exhausted with the Labour of Dragging the Canoes up the Ripples. We came on shore to Dine and before we had done, a rain came on which induced us to pitch our tents for the night. We employed the afternoon in trying to procure pack horses to carry our Baggage to Frankstown and happily succeeded. "Wednesday, August 25th.--This morning we were Busseyley employed in adjusting the Loads for the horses. As soon as this was done we took our packs on our Backs, and started at 11 o'clock and made the Best of our way up the River. We had got but a little when we were overtaken by a smart shower at a place where we had no shelter of any kind. We proceeded up through the narrows where the River Cuts the Chestnut Ridge; these narrows are five miles in Length and the hill(s) come Down close to the water edge, so that we were obliged often to wade the river, and had Exceeding Bad walking as there was scarcely any Beech and the Rocks and Laurel come close to high water mark. We had Likewise several heavy shower(s) so that Between the wading the River and the Rain we were wet Indeed. About sunset we came to a house where one David Ingard lives, and took up our Quarters for the Night having Traveled about eight or nine miles." The narrow gap was the "Packsaddle" west of Bolivar. |
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