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Text for Page 072 [08-16-1853]

              Yorker, yclept Frisell, who occupied part of my cabin on the Pa-
cific.     Has travelled much, and is about to go on an expedition
exploring the Amazon.  Expects to be gone two years.        To
the boat.  Talk with Fond du Lac Godefroi.    How he now
away from home to the wild western life.    /   With the Genessee born 
man, humbugging him.    He�s a mine to be worked.   This
morn at breakfast Lewis started the assertion that the boat had
struck during the night.   �Jackass� credits it, swears he felt it,
and saw the men pumping.    Read over his notes to me, I giving
him wild suggestions.       Dinner.      We pass Porcupine Mountains,
dimly seen, though 1000 feet high, and on, westwards. /   Fond
du Lac� Godefroi�s narrations .   How he lived some years at St
Paul, some hundreds of miles west of his present abode.   Of his
traffic in furs and peltries with the Indians, whom he justly
estimates as a thieving, rascally, dirty, starving improvident
race.     How a man sleeps in winter travel, digs away enow
and earth, lying down unwrapped in buffalo-skin and blanket,
sleeping soundly till the morrow, when he�ll find a foot of snow
on him, a spiral hole above made by his breath.     How they
live, taking as provant meal and swine�s flesh.    He assents
that for part of the year Indians feed on berries. They haunt
such settlements as may exist, and at meal times expect pro-
miscuous hospitality, even as they are ready, possessing aught to
share it.    Never fight save when drunk, and then do, the women
yelling like devils.     He don�t carry arms, says a knock-down
fist blow answers better.      Has a claim against government for
Indian depredations, after this fashion.    One red skinned varlet               
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