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Text for Page 098 [08-21-1853]

              constructed, two or three girls and a squaw crouched in front.
A canoe coming to the shore, the object of our visit was indicated
to us.    T�was a young savage, perhaps 25, who had eaten
his father, uncle and aunt.        Journeying from Moose Lake the north-west
with them, the party were hunger stricken, �twas in savage winter
time, the old man died, � his son ate him, and successively
his Uncle and Aunt, after killing them.       I took a close look at
this red-skin cannibal, walking up to him, as he got out of
the canoe.       He had a fleshy, repulsive face, rather indicative
of coarse sensuality than aught else, � as the miner said �he was
a chuckle headed looking fellow.�      One of our party bought agates
of him.           Other stories I learn. Among them the one of the
Indians dying by the vengeance of the Great Spirit, (id est cooking
their meat with copper in the boiling vessel,) for visiting the island.   And
another, that the inner mountains, indicated to us, were the
residence of a mighty serpent, 60 feet long, and immortal. That
his cast-skins had been found.                     Off, and away from
Michipicotten�s rocky shore. And now our journey draws to
a close.       As the sun sunk below the lake�s horizon, with bars
of red glory, rapidly growing dusk in the fast gathering mist,
into which we were steering, I walked to & fro with Hillard,
on the top of the upper deck, and felt sorrowful at heart.
So many pleasant aces to drift off, for evermore!    How well
I seem to know them all.  Another day, and never to meet again.
Luke Xerxes contemplating his army I felt tis a sad thing to
think all this human sympathy and feeling is so finite.
Bed by 11, fellows drinking, tale telling and carousing in the Bar Saloon               
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