I requested Dr.Wheaton to visit him, but it did not appear that there was any disease of either an acute or chronic character which could be ascertained.

The man seemed to be in a low desponding state.

Some small medicines were administered, but he evinced no symptoms of restoration.
He rather appeared to be pining away, with some secret mental canker.
The very spirit of despair was depicted in his visage.

Young Wheaton, a brother of the Doctor, and Lieutenant C.Morton, United States Army, visited him daily in company, with much solicitude; but no effort to rally him, physically or mentally, was successful, and he died this morning.

"He died," said the former to me, "because he _would_ die." The Indians seem to me a people who are prone to despond, and easily sink into frames of despair.
I received a letter to-day from the veteran geographer, Mr.W.Darby, of Philadelphia, brought by the hands of a friend, a Mr.Toosey, through whom he submitted to me a list of geographical and statistical queries relating to some generic points, which he is investigating in connection with his forthcoming Gazetteer of the United States..