Fortunately my horse took to water like a duck and swam 

 after me. The day was warm and I did not mind the wetting. 



Chippewa Squaw Sets About Preparing Him a Stew. 



"I arrived at Cutfoot-Sioux and Mr. Fairbanks, the man I 

 wanted to see, was away, his squaw could talk very little 

 English and I did want something to eat worse I think than 

 I ever did before. Using all the Chippewa I knew and mak- 

 ing all the signs I could, I got her to understand that I was 

 hungry, and she set about to prepare a stew of some sort. All 

 I could see going into it was wild rice, and that I knew was 

 good for anybody. 



"After what seemed to me was an age, the stew was set 

 before me, and I know that no meal I ever sat down to tasted 

 as good as this one, until I fished up on my spoon the flat tail 

 of a muskrat, then it was all off. My appetite was gone and 

 I lost what I had already eaten and was not a bit hungry." 



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