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lines something like tattoo marks. Blackstone, " the 

 Indian Bradlaugh," was there, and a most ill-looking 

 and impudent scoundrel he was. There was also a 

 pretty white girl, supposed to be about seventeen, 

 who had been bought from the Sioux, by whom she 

 was carried off in the great massacre of '62. Whilst 

 with them she had forgotten how to speak English ; 

 now she had, discreetly, forgotten to speak Sioux. 



'^'jth. — Still at St. Frances. The Chippeway Indians 

 here call themselves Sotos. One gentleman is adorned 

 with a dab of vermilion under each eye, a dab on each 

 ala of the nose, and a line of the same colour upon 

 each corner of the mouth. The women wear black 

 cloth leggings prettily embroidered with beads. 



' %th. — Towed down Racing River with a long 

 flotilla of boats and canoes, past woods of oak and 

 beech, and here and there a few pines, and here and 

 there a few birches, the banks green and bright with 

 flowers ; it was pretty to see our long tail serpentining 

 down the stream behind us. As the Indians moved 

 they made a tiny jingling and clinking with their 

 fringes of beads, and the silver chains and medals 

 which hung from their ears. 



' 9///. — Got to Lake of the Woods, flat, shallow, and 

 uninteresting, at least at the part where we crossed 

 it ; they say that farther north it is pretty enough. 

 A grand toilette by the Indians ; the stripes on the 

 face are made by first drawing the pattern on the 

 palms of the hands and then dabbing them on the 

 cheeks. Grand feathers stuck in their hair orna- 



