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on sitting on her lap-" No," said she; "sit on your sweet papa's lap.”
"Yes, she may sit on my knee," said the tender father; "she knows who she loves best. Why do you look so grave, my dear-my sweet little Kitty ?" and the doctor dandled his pet on his knees, till suddenly he altered his note-" Mrs. L--I say, Mrs. L-, take this child, ma'am."
Keep the child yourself, doctor."
"Madame, look at the state of my new military pants,—take the girl, I say."
"Not I, doctor; I have a new silk gown to look to." "Stewardess-stewardess-stewardess !" roared the doctor, as he rushed out of the cabin, with his screaming little burden, while the lady coolly arranged her curls in the glass, and took up a newspaper.
Once more I land at Makinaw. The little village is quiet enough now the Indians have dispersed, and the fishermen and Frenchmen have gone off with their boats and canoes to seek for white fish and salmon. I was directed to the gate of a tavern, where they took in lodgers; entered the yard, and found two bears tightly chained near the door of this pleasant hotel. My request for a bed was treated with disdain by a fat frowsy old woman, while a stupid old boor, named Monsieur Lasley, pointed to a corner This house, and signified I could get lodgings in it. proved a stupid jest. I knocked at the door in vain; till a young woman in a neighbouring house told me, the house I knocked at was uninhabited and deserted. “What a vile, inhospitable place this is !" I exclaimed --and the good woman, anxious to save her town from such an imputation, invited me to enter her cottage. bed-room and It was very small-two little rooms,
kitchen, was the whole extent of the domicile. This young woman, and her two very fine noisy children, interested me so much, that I was not aware of the lateness of the hour, till her husband, an active pushing fellow, came home, with his cows. He said, since I had found my way into his humble shed, he would try and fix up a bed for me; and forthwith went out, and returned with a borrowed bedstead on his back, which he fixed up in a corner, and we sat down to supper, as happy as kings or presidents.
This morning I took a walk round the island with a friend of my hostess, a young half-breed, an Indian Missionary bound for Grand Passage, where the Methodists have an establishment. We explored an old fort, called Fort Holmes, on the highest part of the island. It commands the new fort completely; and, with a single gun planted here, the British retook the fort last war, and held it till the peace. The island abounds in picturesque views, and beautiful sites for villas; the air is peculiarly clear and refreshing; altogether, it is considered a healthy and delightful summer residence. We explored a singular cave, and a high picturesque natural arch, or bridge, north of the island; it looks from the lake shore like the stupendous portal of a giant's castle; the dwarf pines, and some resinous shrubs, and natural woods of stunted growth, cover the hills and valley of Makinaw, though sometimes we discovered a green spot, where our soldiers planted vegetables &c. in days gone by. The Indians look on this island with superstitious dread, and have many legends concerning it. I cannot forget-indeed, I have many reasons to remember-Makinaw and her inhabitants. The only hospitable man in the island is my host; the only
woman of any feeling, my hostess. This conclusion I made, on being tricked by some rascally half-breeds and French, with whom I entered into an agreement to go to Sault St. Marie, in a canoe. My host assured me I ought not to trust them, and it was mainly owing to his exertions that my baggage was not carried off by those scamps in broad cloth, who, watching their opportunity, went off without me, this being the only time, and the only place, in all my travels and voyages, I have been served so scurvy a trick.
Embark on board the steamer, Columbus, and find a singular-looking genius reading the "Edinburgh Review," by candlelight. While the fire-wood was dragged on board, I heard some coarse jokes passing amongst the sailors, and one of them observed-"Well, I think Pat has got his last drink, now!"
"He was always thirsty," said another.
And then I learned that a man had fallen into the water, and been pulled out of it, insensible. Groping my way through piles of fire-wood, along the wooden pier, I directed my steps to where the rumbling sound of a rolling barrel and loud and noisy words, oaths, and laughter, announced that something singular was in the wind. The mob had been rolling the body of the man taken out of the water upon an empty flour barrel. They stopped at the door of a public-house; the body was carried in, and laid naked on the floorrubbed with whisky, by the orders of one of my steam-boat friends, a gentleman from New York, who exerted himself nobly to restore animation to the body, rubbing with both hands and blowing into his nostrils. As to the town doctor, he moped about, neither doing nor saying anything.
"Will you bleed him, Doctor?" said one.
“I will, if you like,” said the doctor; and a vein was opened.
I wished them to put the body into a warm bath, but no hot water could be found, nor yet a bellows in the whole place. Makinaw could not afford even a pair of bellows. The mob began to disperse, and, by great exertions, I got the stupid old woman of the house to kindle a fire in the stove, and had the body removed to an inner room. The old French woman went round the body, wringing her hands, and crying"Ah, mon Dieu, quel malheur! pourquoi a t'on apporte ce cadavre ici." A plate of hot salt was the last experiment I tried, but it was all useless, the vital spark having fled for ever. Every one had deserted the room, save myself and the old Frenchwoman. Presently, she said she would look after the clothes, and I was left alone, watching the dead.
There was something peculiarly stern, yet sorrowful, in the countenance of the corpse, that made a deep impression on me. Here was all that remained of a stranger, who, by a single false step, had been changed from a vain, and perhaps boastful, lord of the creation, to a helpless and inanimate mass-trodden under the foot of the lowest of the low, and spurned in the dust.
“His name is—here! you can read it, ma cher,” said the old woman, as she presented me with a little Roman-catholic prayer-book, which she found in the coat-pocket of the deceased; but Patrick was all I could make out. Patrick! Then the defunct had been Irish -some luckless wight, who had crossed the seas, and mayhap braved a hundred dangers, to perish thus miserably at Makinaw, unpitied and unknown.
Green Bay-Astor house-Hot politicians-Astor and NavarinoThe Judge and the General-The Major-Mr. Childs and the Squaws-The Indian Agent-Bad weather-Search for a horseNew orthography-Dodge and Doty-Black-hawk war-The ex-governor-Walk into the country-Old Frenchman-His farms-Herd of deer-Banks of the Fox River--A tavern-The Judge in a quandary.
THE crank little steamer, Columbus, having weathered the equinoctial gale, which had blown her out of her course, through death's door, and the dangerous navigation, hidden flats, swamps, shoals, stumps, and snaggs, beset Green Bay. On Tuesday morning we rushed ashore, and sought shelter in the Astor house, from the "pelting of the pitiless storm." Being lightly incumbered with baggage, I made my entré, upon the bar-room books, a-head of my fellow voyageurs, thereby securing the luxury of a single-bedded room to myself. Green, the landlord, a right red-faced jovial old Boniface, flew round the stove, thrusting huge billets of wood into its fiery maw, and thus enabled the half-drenched passengers, as they dropped in, to keep up the steam till breakfast was ready. The bar-room was soon filled with passengers and townspeople, the denizens of Astor and Navarino. Hot politicians, they came full fig to hear the news, give their opinions, and express their sentiments, puffing tobacco-smoke, and squirting