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              had glazed windows, or matted carpeting.    Old women would be
crouched, or lying inside, or squatted smoking in a circle outside,
at the tent-opening.         One repulsive old lady with frizzled hair
had negro blood in her.        While gazing at the group in which
she formed one, the Livermores came up.    The brother began to
talk with them, and the pretty sister with the curls shook hands
with three or four saying a few musical Chipeway words.    It
was a unique and picturesque scene.  The straw-bonnetted and 
neatly dressed, pretty Michigan girl and the wrinkled, brown visaged
laughing old squaws.        Meantime great traffic is being driven.
One enthusiastic gentleman gives $10 for a pickle-bottle full of
small agates; another pays $5 for a big one.   Pipes are bought,
and reft from Indian mouths at twenty-five cents each.      I, as
promised that morning by Godfroy, get a pipe which at once
renders me the envy of all.       A long ash-tube, Indian carven,
and painted; a huge long red-stone bowl, (fashioned on one side
to a savage representation of a human face), pewter braced and
lined.       Godfroy would�nt take money for�t.       I got the history
of it anon, from a man who lived two years at this spot, as Go-
vernment blacksmith, getting $600 a year for plying his trade here,
a chief Chin-gook, it had been smoked as pipe of peace, on 
more than one occasion of import.  /     More rambling about, and
then the bell bids us all aboard, save three, and our friend
Godfroy.         One of the three is young Mc Elrath, who inspired
by the notion of crossing to St Paul, head of the Mississippi,
some 150 miles westwards; has resolved to accompany �em. I fancy               
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