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soon read}', and I was going to bid the Indian seat 

 himself beside us, when Mr. Howard said : " You 

 need not be at the trouble of inviting Moniii. He 

 only eats once a day, and seldom drinks except at 

 tliat repast. We, however, who are not accustomed 

 to such sobriety, may fall on." So, sitting down on 

 a fallen tree, we attacked with keen appetite the 

 food which was spread before us. The venison 

 steaks and trout (even allowing for that seasoning 

 which makes any dish delicious, a sportsman's appe- 

 tite) proved worthy of the table of the most refined 

 epicure. There were very few scraps left from our 

 meal to satisfy poor Jack's appetite ; but, fortunately 

 for him, he did not disdain raw meat, and Montii cut 

 off enough for him to satisfy his utmost desires. 

 A calumet of tobacco concluded the feast, and we 

 stretched ourselves at full length on the ground, 

 whilst ]Monai finished his task of cutting up the stag. 



Mr. Howard and I had enjoyed the sweets of 

 repose for about three-quarters of an hour, when 

 Mouai came towards us dragging a sleigh after 

 liim by a thong. On this, he had packed all the 

 venison. Not only had the Indian cut up the 

 animal, and wrapped up in the " robe " all the best 

 pieces of the meat, but within the hour he had also 

 constructed the sleigh, and the rude vehicle was 

 solid enough to bear a hundred and fifty pounds 

 weight of meat securely. 



AYe continued our march, and when we arrived at 



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