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Text for Page 081 [08-18-1853]

              out hunting or fishing were on the banks gazing up at us, or pad-
dling about in birch-bark canoes on the river.      The women were
in the majority, and there were no lack of children.  Perhaps
there might be nigh 300 of �em.   Long-black-haired, brown-
skinned, dirty, gaily-tawdry attired varlets they were.   Few
wore covering on their heads, � here and there you might spy a sort
of Turban-cap, of red cloth on a man, but �twas an exception.
Some had leggings and moccasins, though of no great finery, others,
though few, clingy trousers, others nought about their extremities.
Many wore blankets, the women almost universally, � worn wrapt
tightly around them, their outlines thus presenting an appearance
suggestive of Flaxmans Outline-Homerics.  They were a motley
crowd, red and blue colors predominating.        They boys and girls were
lithe, slender and gipsy-looking.        Their faces were all animal,
many as repulsive as could be, foreheads villainous low, and massive
brute like lower jaws.   Some grinned with unsophisticated childish
wonder, others smoked stolidly their clumsy hammer looking-stone
headed pipes.     Many sate crouching in groups, the younger part
running about chattering.             Some are on the steamboat, others all
around it.        We all got ashore, and ramble about, savages
mingling among us, picturesquely grouped.     Many of the old women
were particularly hideous, wrinkled and broadnosed, one hereafter
seen lying in a conical hut over one-hundred years in age.       We
all crowd into Godfroy�s store, which is opened by a partner of his,
a young Detroit man whose hair grew long and black, though not so
coarse as that of the red vagabonds around.        Godfroy had inter
changed greetings, hand-shakings and Chippeway talk with half a               
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