"Wetzel is right," said the colonel, after he had revolved the question in his mind. "In an affair of this kind, I have never found him wrong. Major M'Colloch, we will commit the business to him alone." "I am glad to hear you say so, colonel!" exclaimed Wetzel, whose eyes now suddenly brightened with hope and joy-"I'll give a good account of myself." "I shall go with you, Lewis," said Elliot, impatiently I will go at the risk of my life!" "So you may," replied the hunter; "you will do no harm. You wont be headstrong, becase you're a green hand, and will have to do jest as I tell you. Besides, you ought to help Rose out of the bad box your foolery got her into." "Where do you purpose going?" asked colonel Zane. "Straight to the mouth of Short creek; that's the pint Old Cross-Fire always crosses at. It is gitting fur now into the arternoon, so we'll have to be brisk. Ellit, is your rifle and all your fixin's in good order?" "All right," responded the youth. "Then, come, let's be off." "Becase it wouldn't be of no use, at all; for i runs strong in my head that powder and lead can't kill him. My old woman here has tried so often to hush his jaw, without doing it, that I've made up my mind to try him some other way. He's got a charmed life-that's a clear case!" "Fudge, Lewis! Do you believe in such old woman's stories?" "Well, I don't know that I do, as a gineral thing; but I must say that I've satisfied myself that Old Cross-Fire is proof agin rifle balls, any how. But we must move along quicker, Ellit. We're only half way to Short creek, and we haven't a minute's time to spare." "I can keep up with you-move along," said the youth. "It's high time to quit talking, now," observed the elder hunter, in a softened tone, after they had left the run some distance in their rear. "A body has to be quiet when he gits about the Indians, or they'll be mighty apt to git about him." Elliot promised to keep silence. The two hunters now quickened their pace, though care was taken to bring their feet to the ground as lightly as possible. Wetzel, who walked before his youthful companion, continually glanced his well-practised eyes around him, penetrating the mazes of the forest on every side. He moved with surprising stillness, and never uttered a syllable, unless it might have been to check his comrade for making unnecessary noise. The two adventurers shouldered their firelocks, and as they passed through the gate of the fortification, many a brief prayer for their success was uttered by When the hunters reached the mouth of Short the inmates of the fort; all of whom had been deep-creek, the sun was nearly ready to disappear behind ly interested auditors of the conversation above rela- the bold heights on the opposite shore of the Ohio. ted. They pursued a well-beaten path four or five The banks of the creek at its confluence with the miles up the bank of the river, until they reached the river, were abrupt, though not high, and covered even mouth of a large run, which emptied itself into the to their extreme borders with a luxuriant growth of Ohio, immediately opposite a small island in the lat-pawpaws. The outer edge of the beach of either ter stream. Here, nature appeared in her wildest aspect. "This is a suspicious looking place," observed Elliot. "Not a bit," said Wetzel. "There haint been an Indian here for a long, long time. A good while back, this was a famous place for 'em to cross over in their canoes; and many's the time I've laid for days and nights at a stretch, on the pint of that little island yander, watching the motions of the red-skins, to git a chance to riddle their hides with my old woman here,”—and the hunter patted the breech of his gun with manifest affection. "Old Cross-Fire," he continued, "used to paddle over, hereabouts; but me and him have had so many cracks at each other, along yander, that he's got afeard to ventur his old red hide in this quarter, any more. He's got his ferry at Short creek, now; and there's where we'll have to nail him." "Do you think the old fellow himself carried off Rose?" interrogated Elliot. "Jist as sartin he did as my name's Lewis zel." "Then, Lewis, I am resolved that my rifle kill the infernal old scoundrel!" stream was dry and sandy; but a wide strip of wet and unctuous earth next to the water's edge, had been exposed to view by the recent subsidence of a freshet. "This is the eend of our tramp," whispered Wetzel to his companion. They were then standing at the lower angle of the junction of the streamsscreened, however, from observation by the thick pawpaw grove which extended to the verge of the precipice. "What is to be done now?" asked the youth, in a like low whisper. "I'll see," said Wetzel. "You stay where you are, and do not budge a peg, nor make a bit of noise, while I go and look around a little." He cautiously drew the branches aside, and glided through the bushes with a quietness peculiar to the skilful Indian hunter. After an absence of several minutes he returned, and made a signal to Elliot to follow him. The latter stepped forward as cautious ly as as he could, and accompanied Lewis a few rods Wet-up the creek bank, when the elder hunter called the attention of his companion to the stumps of two bushes, on which the recent marks of the hatchet were visible. shall "Tut, tut, Ellit! Do jest as I tell you; I didn't fetch you along to talk that way. Boy, there's nary man in this part of the univarse that I'd trust with Old Cross-Fire." "But if a fair chance should offer, Lewis, why may I not as well pull at him." "This one," whispered Wetzel, stooping down to the nearer stump, "was cut by Old Cross-Fire himself." "How do you know that?" inquired Elliot. "Can't you see that it was cut by a left-handed man? The highest pint of a stump is always where the heel of the hatchet cuts it; and that high pint is "Now look at the other stump," resumed Wetzel, "and give me your idea about that." Elliot carefully examined the second stump, and ventured his opinion promptly. "This one," said he, "was cut by a right handed man, because the highest point of the stump is on the right side." "That's right, Ellit. I've larnt you that much, and it's worth minding, too." Why is the information so valuable?" "It's valuble on this account, Ellit: you see it shows us that there have been at least two red-skins here one left-handed and one right-handed one. The left-handed one is Old Cross-Fire, becase he's the only left-handed man I know of in these parts; and the other, I judge, is one of his hangers-on." "But might there not have been more than two, Lewis?" "So there might, but we can't tell," said Wetzel, as he moved near the bank, and cast his keen eyes upon the bosom of the water. "There's another discivery I've made," he added. Do you see that little green twig in the creek there." "Old Cross-Fire, and three others." "She's safe enough, riding the little white pony, and Old Cross-Fire is leading it along." "Lewis, I'll shoot the impudent scoundrel if I die for it!" muttered the youth; and he clenched his teeth with rage. "Hush, Ellit, hush!-Do as I tell you and all will be well. Crouch down as low as you can, and be quiet." "The old red-skinned wretch!" growled the young hunter. "Be easy, boy!" said Wetzel; "he is not to be shot, I tell you. I'll attend to him. Ellit, you are gitting feverish; I see it on you a'ready. Keep cool -keep cool-or you can never shoot to kill." The eye of Wetzel was quick to perceive that his youthful comrade was laboring under some nervous excitement, occasioned by the novelty and probable danger of the situation in which he was placed. "I'll be cool presently," he replied. 66 Only do as I tell you, Ellit. Lay low, and draw your breath easy; and don't whisper another word, as you value your life, and Rose's too." Elliot glanced his eye in the direction denoted by his comrade's finger, and answered in the affirmative. "Well, Ellit, that little twig is fast to Old Cross-motion. Fire's canoe, which is there sunk in the water; and I arger that these bushes here were cut to make forks to fasten it to the bottom." "Very likely," said Elliot. "And I now arger that there might have been one or more Indians taking care of the canoe, while the old dog and his imp come ashore to cut the forks." "You reason like a philosopher, Lewis. I will soon become an expert hunter, under your tutorage." "Now, Ellit," said the scout, "you go back to your old place and keep quiet, and have a bright look-out, while I slip around the pint of that hill and see what's going on. Only be quiet, and do as I tell you. I'll be back before you get oneasy." Some time elapsed before either made the slightest At length, the tramping of the pony, approaching the creek, was distinctly heard; and Elliot made a motion towards raising his head to obtain a sight of Rose, but his purpose was promptly thwarted by the brawny arm of his companion, who breathed, rather than whispered, in his ear, his favorite injunction, "Be quiet!" fringed Wetzel's order, had not the latter, anticipating something of the kind, turned his face towards him, and frowned him into silence. Wetzel's head was placed behind a cluster of green leaves, through the interstices of which he was enabled to obtain a view of the shore of the creek, opposite the place at which the canoe was sunk. He observed Old Cross-Fire conduct the pony to the margin of the bank, at which place he lifted his captive to the ground. The sobbing of Rose, at this time, was quite audible. As the sounds fell upon Elliot's The two hunters separated: Elliot to seek his ori-ear, he trembled with emotion; and might have inginal cover, and the other to obtain some information of the expected enemy. The former examined the priming of his gun, and satisfied himself that every thing was in proper order for service. He seated Old Cross-Fire, setting no store upon Rose's sadhimself upon the ground and kept remarkably quiet dle, merely stripped the pony of its bridle, which -busying his mind, most of the time, in fancying the he slapped across the animal's back, and, with a sesituation of Rose. Sometimes he was ready to con- cond swing, threw it upon the beach below him. clude that she had fallen a victim to savage cruelty, The pony cantered into the bushes, where it soon but he endeavored to dispel such gloomy ideas from commenced feeding on the wild grass at its feet. In his mind, and contemplate only the brighter side of another moment, the Indians had lifted Rose down the picture. He was unhappy, however, in spite of the declivity, and their whole party appeared on the his efforts to restore his spirits to their wonted buoy-beach. Two of them waded into the creek as far as ancy. In the midst of his meditations, he felt some- the twig which had been observed by Wetzel, where thing strike him upon the shoulder from behind. He they plunged their arms into the water, and each sprang upon his feet and discoverd Lewis Wetzel drew forth a wooden fork. Their canoe immediatestanding near him. ly rose to the surface. Dextrously throwing out "Its well I aint an Indian!" said the latter. the water it contained, they pushed it to the shore, Elliot was much mortified to think that he had al- where Old Cross-Fire and the other warrior had resowed himself to be surprised so easily. "Lewis, you have learned me another lesson," zaid he, "and I shall profit by it." "See that you do, Ellit," replied Wetzel, in a low mained to stand guard over Rose. The fair captive was then placed in the bow of the canoe; one of the Indians seated himself about its centre; whilst another drew forth the paddle, stood erect in the stern and pushed off The old chief and one Indian re- retreating, he dropped his gun, and leaped over the mained on the beach, probably to await the return of bank, with the fury of a tiger, upon his long-sought the canoe. enemy. The force with which he sprang upon Old All of these motions were distinctly observed by Cross-Fire laid the savage at full length upon the Wetzel, who quickly matured his own plans. The beach, with one arm and a portion of his body buried moment the canoe was pushed off, he made signs to in the mire. Wetzel himself sunk to his thighs in Elliot to be in readiness. the mud, and found it impossible to extricate himself. He had, however, the advantage of the Indian; for the latter was lying prostrate, somewhat stunned by his fall, and deprived moreover of the use of one of his arms. The hunter, whose side was now placed against the breast of the old chief, finding that his an tagonist was reviving, seized his knife, and was about to plunge it to his heart, when the latter, by a sweep of his long arm, encircled Wetzel's body, and nearly crushed him to death. The scout made several attempts to use his knife, but the excruciating pain he experienced from the iron hug of the Mingo, paralys ed his powers of action. At length, Old Cross-Fire made a tremendous effort to turn himself; and in doBoth rifles firing at precisely the same moment, ing so relaxed his arm in some measure, which ena blended their reports so admirably, that the ear could bled Wetzel to inflict a deep stab in the chieftain's not have distinguished two separate discharges. Both side, from which the red current of life spouted freeIndians fell: the one in the centre of the craft dropped ly. The savage uttered a yell of anguish, and his on its bottom; but the other, who had been standing arm fell powerless by his side. Wetzel continued upright in the stern, capsized the canoe in falling to use his knife until the vital spark no longer animaover. This was a contingency which Wetzel had, ted the breast of his victim. The dead body of the perhaps, not contemplated. He was prompt, how- Mingo chief served the purpose of aiding the victori ever, in meeting it. ous hunter in extricating his legs from the mire. He "Plunge in!" he whispered to Elliot, who had al- secured the scalps of Old Cross-Fire and his comrade ready made up his mind to do so, regardless of con--the bodies of the two Indians first killed having sequences. The youth dropped his rifle, and at one sunk to the bottom of the river. bound was over the bank, and at another in the wa- It was now night, but the moon was up, and the ter. He plied his limbs with almost superhuman stars shone brightly. Wetzel went in search of Elstrength. A shot was fired on the shore, but he liot and Rose. He found the latter much revived. scarcely heard it, so eagerly was he bent upon saving and the youth was tenderly supporting her weakened Rose from the frightful death by which she was frame, and making her sensible of the leading events threatened. For a short period after Rose had been we have related. She expressed a wish to proceed thrown into the water, her dress buoyed her upon home immediately. Lewis, after a short search, its surface. Gradually, however, it became saturated found both the pony and its bridle. Rose was with the element, and in turn exercised an opposite placed in the saddle, and the party returned in safety influence. She was nearly exhausted when Elliot to the fort. came to her relief. The youth brought the unconscious girl to the shore, and placed her in a position adapted to restore animation to her system. "Aim!" said he, in a scarcely audible whisper, "at the fellow in the middle of the canoe. Pint directly at his body, and don't pull till I give the word." Elliot directed the muzzle of his gun towards the water, and just then had his first view of the enemy. The sight of Rose slightly disconcerted him; but summoning all his manly energies into action, he cocked his rifle, and took accurate aim at the designated object. Wetzel, meanwhile, graduated his piece in nearly the same line of sight; and, at the instant the canoe reached the mouth of the creek, he gave the word, in a clear whisper-" Pull !" Before Elliot had swam far from the shore, Lewis ASIATIC SHEEP.-Immense herds of sheep are Wetzel, with a celerity of motion peculiar to himself, driven over the country, wherever the requisite feed had reloaded his rifle, and stealthily placed himself at exists, of the variety termed ovis steatopyga, whose the edge of the precipice, nearly over the two Indians tails are so remarkably broad, heavy, and loaded with who yet remained on the beach. The comrade of fat, that in order to prevent the wool from being torn Old Cross-Fire had already raised his gun to his off, the shepherd supprots them with a little pair of shoulder to fire at Elliot, when Wetzel gained his wheels. Thousands upon thousands may be seen new position. The rapid motion of the youth, how-continually in the neighborhood of Smyrna, drawing ever, ploughing his way through the water, some- their massive sacral appendages on these miniature what baffled the savage; and before he had time to trucks. The males usually have four horns. This draw a satisfactory sight upon the swimmer, a ball breed yield the coarse wool which is brought to the from Lewis Wetzel's rifle pierced the Mingo's heart. United States in such quantities from Adrianople and At this moment, Old Cross-Fire was standing near Smyrna. his companion; his keen black eyes were directed towards the spot from which the two first shots were fired. His ample chest heaved from the working of BANANA. No fruit is more delicious or prolifie the furies within; his nostrils were relaxed and dis- than this. There are two species, known however tended alternately, and his giant frame was braced up among navigators by the terms short and long bananin its full height. His ponderous rifle was held by as. Each banana grows to about the size of an inch his right hand, across the front of his body, ready to and a half in diameter, and six or ten inches in length. be placed to his left shoulder, at a moment's notice. The stalk very much resembles common Indian As soon as Wetzel fired his last shot, and before corn, about which the fruit winds like a spiral stairthe Mingo chief had time to make a motion towards case. 1 EARLY HABITS, CUSTOMS &c. OF THE WEST. THE FORT. possibility of getting a horse in the night to aid us in removing to the fort. Besides the little children, we caught up what articles of clothing and provision we could get hold of in the dark, for we durst not light a candle or even stir the fire. All this was done with the utmost despatch and the silence of death. The greatest care was taken not to awaken the youngest My readers will understand by this term, not only a place of defence, but the residence of a small number of families belonging to the same neighbourhood. As the Indian mode of warfare was an indiscriminate child. slaughter of all ages, and both sexes, it was as requisite to provide for the safety of the women and chil-a whimper was heard afterwards. Thus it often dren as for that of the men. The fort consisted of cabins, blockhouses, and stockades. A range of cabins commonly formed one side at least of the fort. Divisions or partitions of logs separated the cabins from each other. The walls on the outside were ten or twelve feet high, the slope of the roof being turned wholly inward. A very few of these cabins had puncheon floors, the greater part were earthen. The blockhouses were built at the angles of the fort. They projected about two feet beyond the outer walls of the cabins and stockades. Their upper stories were about eighteen inches every way larger in dimensions than the under one, leaving an opening at the commencement of the second story to prevent the enemy from making a lodgment under their walls. In some forts, instead of blockhouses, the angles of the fort were furnished with bastions. A large folding gate, made of thick slabs, nearest the spring, closed the fort. The stockades, bastions, cabins, and blockhouse walls were furnished with port holes at proper heights and distances. The whole of the outside was made completely bullet proof. It may be truly said that necessity is the mother of invention; for the whole of this work was made without the aid of a single nail or spike of iron, and for this reason, such things were not to be had. In some places less exposed, a single blockhouse, with a cabin or two, constituted the whole fort. Such places of refuge may appear very trifling to those who have been in the habit of seeing the formidable military garrisons of Europe and America; but they answered the purpose, as the Indians had no artillery. They seldom attacked, and scarcely ever took one of them. The families belonging to these forts were so attached to their own cabins on their farms, that they seldom moved into their fort in the spring until compelled by some alarm, as they called it; that is, when it was announced by some murder that the Indians were in the settlement. To the rest it was enough to say Indian, and not happened that the whole number of families belonging to a fort who were in the evening at their homes, were all in their little fortress before the dawn of the next morning. In the course of the succeeding day, their household furniture was brought in by parties of the men under arms. Some families belonging to each fort were much less under the influence of fear than others, and who, after an alarm had subsided, in spite of every remonstrance, would remove home, while their more prudent neighbours remained in the fort. Such families were denominated fool-hardy,' and gave no small amount of trouble, by creating such frequent necessities of sending runners to warn them of their danger, and sometimes parties of our men to protect them during their removal. CARAVANS. The acquisition of the indispensable articles of salt, iron, steel and castings, presented great difficulties to the first settlers of the western country. They had no stores of any kind, no salt, iron, nor iron works; nor had they money to make purchases where those articles could be obtained. Peltry and furs were their only resources, before they had time to raise cattle and horses for sale in the Atlantic states. Every family collected what peltry and fur they could obtain throughout the year, for the purpose of sending them over the mountains for barter. In the fall of the year, after seeding time, every family formed an association with some of their neighbours for starting the little caravan. A master driver was selected from among them, who was to be assisted by one or more young men and sometimes a boy or two. The horses were fitted out with packsaddles, to the hinder part of which was fastened a pair of hobbles made of hickory withs, a bell and collar ornamented his neck. The bags provided for the conveyance of the salt were filled with feed for the horses; on the journey a part of this feed was left at convenient stages on the way down, to support the return of the caravan; large wallets well filled with bread, jirk, boiled ham and cheese, furnished provision for the drivers. At night after feeding, the horses, whether put in pasture or turned out into the woods, were hobbled and the bells were opened. The fort to which my father belonged, was during the first years of the war three quarters of a mile from his farm; but when this fort went to decay, and became unfit for defence, a new one was built at his own house. I well remember that, when a little boy, that the family were sometimes waked up in the dead The barter for salt and iron was made first at Balof night, by an express with a report that the Indians timore. Frederick, Hagerstown, Oldtown and Fort were at hand. The express came softly to the door, Cumberland in succession became the place of exor back window, and by a gentle tapping waked the change. Each horse carried two bushels of alum family. This was easily done, as an habitual fear salt weighing eighty-four pounds the bushel. This, made us ever watchful and sensible to the slightest to be sure, was not a heavy load for the horses; but alarm. The whole family were instantly in motion. it was enough, considering the scanty subsistence My father seized his gun and other implements of allowed them on the journey. war. My step-mother waked up, and dressed the children as well as she could, and being myself the oldest of the children, I had to take my share of the burthens to be carried to the fort. There was no The common price of a bushel of alum salt, at an early period, was a good cow and calf; and until weights were introduced, the salt was measured into the half bushel, by hand, as lightly as possible. No one was permitted to walk heavily over the floor | ever led men to battle, crossed the Kaskaskia river, while the operation of measuring was going on. The following anecdote will serve to show how little the native sons of the forest knew of the etiquette of the Atlantic cities. A neighbour of my father, some years after the settlement of the country, had collected a small drove of cattle for the Baltimore market. Amongst the hands employed to drive them was one who never had seen any condition of society but that of woodsmen. At one of their lodging places in the mountain, the landlord and his hired man, in the course of the night, stole two of the bells belonging to the drove and hid them in a piece of woods. The drove had not gone far in the morning before the bells were missed; and a detachment went back to recover the stolen bells. The men were found reaping in the field of the landlord. They were accused of the theft, but they denied the charge. The torture of sweating, according to the custom of that time, that is, of suspension by the arms pinioned behind their backs, brought a confession. The bells were procured and hung around the necks of the thieves. In this condition they were driven on foot before the detachment until they overtook the drove, which by this time had gone nine miles. A halt was called and a jury selected to try the culprits. They were condemned to receive a certain number of lashes on the bare back from the hand of each drover. The man above alluded to was the owner of one of the bells; when it came to his turn to use the hickory, "now," says he to the thief, "you infernal scoundrel! I'll work your jacket nineteen to the dozen. Only think what a rascally figure I should make in the streets of Baltimore without a bell on my horse." The man was in earnest; having seen no horses used without bells, he thought they were requisite in every situation.-Doddridge's Notes. CAPTURE OF VINCENNES BY GEN. CLARK. on their march to this place (Vincennes.) The inci dents of this campaign, their perils, their sufferings, their constancy, their courage, their success would be incredible, were they not matters of history. In my opinion, as I have before remarked, no campaign either in ancient or modern warfare, taking into con sideration the force employed, the want of material, the country passed over, the destitution of even the necessaries of life, the object to be accomplished, and the glorious results flowing from it, is to be compared to it. And what is yet more astonishing, is the fact, that a battle which decided the fate of an empire, a campaign which added to our possessions a country more than equal in extent to the united kingdoms of England, Scotland, and Ireland, has scarcely even a page of our revolutionary annals devoted to its details, or making even honourable mention of the brave and gallant men who so nobly and successfully conducted it. Time would fail me, and your patience would be perhaps exhausted, were I to follow, step by step, and day by day, this small, but brave, devoted, patriotic, and chivalrous corps, through the wilderness from Kaskaskia to this place. It would be but a repetition of daily sufferings, of fatigue, of peril, of constancy, of perseverance, and of hope. Day after day, without provisions, wading in ice and water to their necks, through the overflowed bottoms of the Wabash, carrying their rifles above their heads, their gallant chief taking the lead, foremost in difficulty and in danger, did these patriotic soldiers struggle on, faint, weary, cold and starving, until the prize was in view, and their object was accomplished. Look around you, my friends, and see what this portion of our beloved Union is now. Look ahead, and tell me, if you can, what it is to be a half century hence, supposing the improvements to progress as they have the last twenty years-and the advance ment will be geometrical-and then go back with me sixty years since, this very day, and learn from an actor in the scene-one holding command, and from whose unpublished journal I make the extract, what the country was, and the difficulties and dangers, the perils and sufferings those endured who conquered it for you and yours: and should you, or those who are to come after you, to the latest gene ration, forget them, "may your right hands forget their cunning." In the Journal of Wednesday, we noticed briefly Judge Law's Address, before the Historical and Antiquarian Society of Vincennes. We give below his account of the capture of Lieut. Gov. Hamilton with the British forces under his command, at that post, in 1779, by Gen. George Rogers Clark. We have cited this passage, not because the events are wholly new to our Kentucky readers-for some of "February 22d, 1779. Col. Clark* encouraged the brave associates of this gallant achievement still his men, which gave them great spirits. Marched survive, to tell the heroic deeds of their youth, and on in the water; those that were weak and famished the pages of Marshall and Butler have chronicled from so much fatigue, went in the canoes. We them but because the form in which they are pre-came three miles farther to some sugar camps, where sented, coming to us mostly, in original documents, we stayed all night. Heard the evening and mor the relics of that time, and penned on the scene of ing guns at the Fort. No provisions yet. THE action, gives to them an air of freshness, and, as it LORD HELP us. were, carries us back to the period of their occurrence. The "unpublished journal," referred to by Judge Law, was kept by Major Bowman, who held a Captain's command in the expedition. This, together with all the original documents extant respecting the campaigns of Clark, is in the possession of gentleman of this city, who has been for some time engaged in preparing a biography of that renowned warrior.-Louisville Journal. a It was on the 5th of February, 1779, that a Spartan band of 130 men, headed by as gallant a leader as 66 "23d. Set off to cross a plain called Horse Shoe Plain, about four miles long, all covered with water breast high. Here we expected some of our brave • I am indebted, and much indebted, to my friend Prof. Bliss of Louisville, Kentucky, for the letters of Gen. Clark, and the extract from Major Bowman's journal of the capture of Vinpreparing for publication a "Life of Gen. Clark." With the cennes, now for the first time published. Professor Bliss is now talent and research which he possesses, and with the materials that it will be one of the most interesting works which has ever which he has already collected, I have no hesitation in saying, issued from the American press, |