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thrown in. I saw numberless other cases of dread- 

 ful, hopeless, devastating diseases, mostly of the white 

 man's importation. It is heart-rending to see so much 

 human misery and be able to do nothing at all for it, 

 not even bring a gleam of hope. It made me feel like 

 a murderer to tell one after another, who came to me 

 covered with cankerous bone-eating sores, "I can do 

 nothing"; and I was deeply touched by the simple 

 statement of the Chief Pierre Squirrel, after a round of 

 visits: "You see how unhappy we are, how miserable 

 and sick. When I made this treaty with your govern- 

 ment, I stipulated that we should have here a police- 

 man and a doctor; instead of that you have sent noth- 

 ing but missionaries." 



Anemone patens, Slave River, 

 40 miles above Fort Smith, June 7, 1907 



While sketching this a humuiing-bird moth visited the bloom 



