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Text for Page 085 [08-18-1853]

              eagles feathers, and mostly some sort of weapons.   One a rusty cavalry
sabre, another a holster pistol, (which he snapped in the endeavour
to fire, during the dance which followed,) others knives, guns,
and tomahawks.      Two squatted and beat the tambourines, and
the rest in circle commenced the dance, sometimes moving with gro-
tesque hip-agitations, othertimes following each other, howling shrilly,
and monotonously all the time.        But our paddle-wheels after
much ineffectual turnings now move round, and we are off into the
stream.         The savages half drunken, are furious at their
dance not being recompensed, and run down the green swampy
banks of the river fleetly for some ten minutes.       One fellow
squatting at his tent door raised his gun, and levelled at some
six or seven of us on the upper deck roof.   Most of �em scat-
ter, I deeming he was bravado-ing defied him in Anglo Saxon,
democratic manner, thumb to nose tip, other thumb to little fin-
ger and gyrating contempt of him.   I didn�t think he�d fire,
or it he did that he�d hit.       They say he snapped his lock once).
Previous to this three canoes had been purchased, two at $5, one
at $10.           On downwards through the green banks and beautiful
wild river, the sun setting tranquilly on the hills behind, and
fall green firs, pine and spruce mirrored in the tranquil water,
till we reach the sandbar, where we lie aground, and where I write
this present days Chronicle; and now purpose going to bed.   The
violin is going merrily in the after cabin, darkey player and barber is
shouting out �Ladies Chain� and it�s 1/2 past 10, or 11.
  19.  Friday.   Lying stranded fast just inside the bar.
Captain and crew have been working hard all night, the ballasting               
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