The wust o' the thing air, that we don't know which way to go.

It's a toss up 'tween 'em.

If we turn back torst the Canadyen, we may meet 'em agin, an' right in the teeth.
Westart lies the settlement o' the Del Nort; but we mout come on the same Injuns by goin' that direckshun.

I'm not sartin they're Tenawas.
Southart this Staked Plain hain't no endin' till ye git down to the Grand River below its big bend, an' that ain't to be thort o'.

By strikin' east, a little southart, we mout reach the head sources o' the Loozyany Red; an' oncest on a stream o' runnin' water, this child kin generally navigate down it, provided he hev a rifle, powder, an' a bullet or two in his pouch.