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we saw the tracks of her husband's horse and 

 wagon on the trail going back to bring her. 

 No doubt she is now with her mother in the 

 lovely city of Minneapolis. 



One would think that this earnest woman 

 would be lonely and that she would bemoan 

 the fate of being shut up in a region where 

 she was the only white woman within more 

 than a day's journey in any one direction. 

 She seemed to me to be particularly pleased 

 at being able to do good to others. She had 

 a kind and courteous word for all — for white 

 men or red men, for white women or squawks. 

 She gave advice graciously and helped wher- 

 ever she could. Travelers, trappers, and 

 prospectors, one and all, sing her praises. "Is 

 she not a heavenly saint? No — but she is an 

 earthly paragon." She is truly one w^ho hath 

 a "cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most 

 noble carriage." 



The Indian Woman. 



At the foot of this lake — a distance by shore 

 of forty-three miles, but much less by boat — 

 lives Thomas A. Dickson, the man w^ho acted 

 as our head guide. He is a w^hite man and was 

 born in Ontario, Canada. He has a fair edu- 



