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at the junction of the Assiniboine and the Red 

 River — queer round turrets at the angles ; a wooden 

 town, Winnipeg, growing up round it. These five 

 days wretched travelHng down to this place.' 



During one of his visits to Chicago, Lord Dun- 

 raven happened to see the head of a magnificent 

 Wapiti stag, which had been sent as a present 

 to General Sheridan from the officer in command 

 of some western frontier post. ' My enthusiasm,' 

 he says, ' rising to a fever heat on a closer inspec- 

 tion of the antlers, nothing would satisfy me but 

 I must be off at once to the fort,' whereby it fell 

 out that George Kingsley, at the age of forty-six, 

 found himself, clad in fringed buckskins, ' riding 

 like a maniac among the wild sand hills after 

 thundering herds of the American elk.' 



To His Wife 



' Fort Macpherson, Nebraska, 



'■November 15, 187 ? 



' We have been hunting for nearly a month, 

 and have had some wonderful sport. At Chicago 

 we got an introduction from General Sheridan 

 to the officers of the Fort, and they have given 

 us regular western outfits, which are very necessary ; 

 and we cannot hunt without a guard of soldiers 

 for fear of the Indians, who are inclined to be nasty. 

 Our first hunt lasted for fifteen days, out by the 

 wildest part of the Platte River, north of the 



