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flowers of every hue, made a picture as fair as the eye of 

 man could wish it. 



Descending the stream for some two miles, we came, 

 in one of the loveliest of the many lovely nooks, upon the 

 remains of an Indian camp. Many of the old lodge 

 poles were still standing, though the lodges themselves 

 had long since gone to decay. Scattered about, rusted 

 and rotten, were cooking utensils, arms, saddles, all the 

 paraphernalia that go to make Indian wealth and Indian 

 comfort. In the midst of these, and in every direction in and 

 around the camp, were innumerable bones the dislocated 

 skeletons of the Indian inhabitants : some, almost entire, 

 lying where the breath had left the bodies ; others scattered 

 and broken as they had been dragged, and gnawed, and 

 left by the wolves. To all appearance not a thing had been 

 touched by man ; not a living soul had entered that camp 

 since the day of its awful visitation by the bad god. 



