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the yard, in which stood a glass case containing 

 many human bones. ' ' Look there, ' ' says he, with 

 more horror and consternation in his countenance, 

 than I ever beheld in that of man before, ^' are 

 those the bones of Esquimaux whom Mr. Hunter 

 has killed and eaten? Are we to be killed? Will 

 he eat us, and put our bones there? " As the 

 whole company followed us, the other Indians had 

 also taken the alarm before the old priest had 

 finished his interrogatories; nor did any of them 

 seem more at ease, by the rest of us breaking out 

 into a sudden and hearty laugh, till I explained 

 to them that those were the bones of our own peo- 

 ple, who had been executed for certain crimes 

 committed by them, and were preserved there, 

 that Mr. Hunter might better know how to set 

 those of the living, in case any of them should 

 chance to be broken; which often happened in so 

 populous a country. They were then perfectly 

 satisfied, and approved of the practice; but Attu- 

 iock's nerves had received too great a shock to 

 enable him to resume his usual tranquility, till 

 he found himself safe in my house again. 



Passing through Hyde Park, in our way to Hol- 

 land House, and observing his Majesty looking at 

 the regiment of Old Buffs, which were then going 

 to Plymouth, we got out of the coach and went 

 up to the front; where I explained to them the 

 use of that body of men, and of the evolutions 

 which they were performing. After his Majesty 

 had reviewed the regiment collectively, the re- 

 cruits were drawn out at a few paces distant from 



