and consequence; men respected-the patriarchs of the republic. Our names will be engraven upon the tablets of history; it will be recorded that we were the first who dared to establish our free institutions in the wilderness. Come, sir, you are at present little better than a disjointed member of society; join our enterprising gallant band. Go it while you are young, for when you are old you can't."

This was the favourite, and not very elegant finale of Lebanon Slope's harangue. He was a shrewd, clever fellow, and will, I am sure, succeed wherever he is.

The pigeons flew very low, whole flocks skimming over the tops of the bushes, as fast as they arrived from their long flight across Lake Michigan. The townsmen kept up a perpetual fusilade; whenever I fired, Mr. Lebanon Slope fired also, with a pocket pistol, with which he pretended to shoot birds on the wing, and as often as a pigeon fell, he would run forward and grasp it, exclaiming, "There was a shot for you! Go it, while you're young! How slick my ball went through his eye." At one period we had exhausted our wadding, so hot had been the battle, and I was fain to wad down my powder and shot with dried leaves. But Slope was ready to keep up the play, without being beholden to the trees; tearing off his shirt sleeves, he soon made wadding enough for his pistol, and pulling out his shirt bosom and collar, he threw the residue of his shirt to me, exclaiming," Go it, while you're young!" &c. The poor pigeons are fair game everywhere, but it is when they roost at night they are killed in cart loads even with poles. I observed some vagrant hawks hovering over some of the flocks, just as they approached the

shore, and struck down sundry lagging birds, as if in mere watonness; indeed I once nearly captured both hawk and pigeon, for both whirled down into the lake; the hawk got wet, and was only able to fly a short distance from the dead pigeon, when he alighted upon a rock, with drooping wings. Mr. Slope begged of me to let him fire his pistol at the bird, instead of capturing him alive, as I intended; but my friend's pistol was not so unerring this time; the ball skipped along the lake, and the wild hawk, having dried his wings in the sun, soared into the blue sky aloft, and looked out for a fresh quarry. The early flight of the pigeons predict storms and severe weather, and we' soon experience the change from calm, delightful days, to rough, boisterous storms; rain falls in torrents, and we are regularly weather-bound. The lake looks like a vast sheet of foam, and the steamers and other craft have disappeared altogether.

Some wayworn and weather-beaten travellers have arrived from Green Bay; they declare the road to be in a dreadful state; between floods, and sloughs, and fallen timber, they were obliged to fag along on foot, leading their horses, and occasionally camping out, when they found it impossible to kindle a fire, owing to the rain and damps. One man had lost a very fine horse, he said, though he tied him to a tree-he broke loose, and he despairs of ever seeing him again. This was not very encouraging to me, especially as I had made up my mind to visit Green Ray; indeed, I found it would be madness to attempt the journey alone in such weather, and quietly awaited a change for the better. Seated one night at a game of chess with my friend Slope, beside the fire in the bar, the door was burst open by three dirty-looking sailors,

one of whom pompously declared himself to be the captain of the Yankee schooner; he was half seas over and lame into the bargain—an Irishman to boot. Our hosts glanced timidly at each other, as the "gem" of the lake demanded a bed. They said they had no bed for him; whereupon he was supported out of the house with great solemnity. Half an hour after his exit, three of the most villanous desperadoes I ever saw, entered the bar-room, briskly. They inquired if the captain of the Yankee lodged here; then sat down by the fire, called for a bottle of brandy, swallowed the best part of it, and the leader of the gang then demanded "if that barrel of white fish had been received by the host." The host replied in the nega

tive.

"I guess you forget the present of white fish which the captain of the Yankee sent you, gentlemen," said another of the gang.

The people of the house declared they had never received any present from the captain.

"I guess we have a score to settle right off with you," retorted the strangers, rising up.

"Will you pay for your brandy, gentlemen ?" said the bar-keeper, obsequiously approaching the desperadoes.

"Go to with you, you d-d lubberly, chuckle-headed varmint," thundered one of the party, while the rest, throwing their arms a-kimbo, laughed outrageously, and the whole party retired, with their brandy, unmolested. I was not sorry to see the bullying bar-keeper slink aside in confusion. He was my detestation. I do not really think I ever heard him say a civil thing, or cease blustering, while I was in the house.

Among the fashionable arrivals at our hotel, we had a certain great military doctor and Indian agent, and his wife and child, from Prairie de Chien; he was en route to Florida via New York, where he intended to leave his wife; but his plans and his temper were sadly broken up by the bad weather. He chafed himself almost into a fever, at being weather-bound for a week at Milwaukee. His wife was a very agreeable, lady-like woman-an easy soul-she laughed at her husband's vain vapourings, and seemed resigned to her fate. She told me a few anecdotes of our Captain Mtt who had lodged at her house in Prairie de Chien, and was "quite a bear in his manner," she protested. She said there was another singular Englishman who had been loafing about Prairie de Chien, and the islands, for a year. was a man of good address," she said, "and great information." At last the governor thought he was tampering with the Indians, and had him arrested forthwith. His papers were searched, and it was then discovered that he was a man of large fortune, who had been quarrelling with his own family in London, and had deserted them all. After this, he was set at liberty, and two of the most respectable merchants at Prairie went bail or him, but he never returned to the governor again.

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The Madison steamer has been lying at anchor off the mouth of our river for the last three days; she is waiting for wood, and cannot receive any assistance from shore, such is the tempestuous state of the lake; but at last, the master of the little steamer in the river resolves to make a dash out to relieve her, and we hasten on board this little cock-boat steamer, and run

down the river, which is deep enough to float a vessel of three hundred tons, till we come to the Bar-"ay, there is the rub"-our little steamer not only got a-ground on it, but was nearly swamped by the surges of the lake, which dashed her against the side of a large steamer which has been run hard aground on the Bar by some smart fellows of Milwaukee, who had a share in her; finding they were not paid their dividend, they made a bold stroke-actually took the steamer out of the harbour in Buffalo, in which she had been laid up, and ran away with her, pursued by two or three fast steamers, but she had half a night's start of the others, and beat them all hollow. The Milwaukee boys attempted to run over the Bar, and jammed the boat so fast, that she must be taken to pieces before the passage can be cleared; as it is, we were dashed against her clumsy sides, and were glad to get back again to the town, where we went to bed, and renewed our experimental voyage next day with better success, making desperate attempts to board the Madison, by means of a sliding plank, sometimes our boat being swept clean away from the high wall-sided steamer, and the next moment dashed up right against it, during which time we scrambled on board of her. The doctor's lady shrunk back from this disagreeable step; she vowed she could never-"no never!" take such a stride. The doctor was in despair. "Tut, tut-for shame!" he exclaimed. "You must jump, my dear;" and, with a sailor on each side and the doctor in the rear, the poor lady was bundled up the side, in spite of her cries and resistance; certes the poor doctor suffered for his want of gallantry; the lady peppered him roundly for his rudeness, and recovered her tone directly when her little girl insisted