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thing more. His mother is a Sauteux woman. 

 He is to serve me as cook, &c. 



Tuesday, 21. This afternoon, we had an un- 

 commonly heavy shower of hail and rain. 



Yesterday, I sent Mr. F. Goedike, accompa- 

 nied by several of our people, with a small assort- 

 ment of goods, to remain at some distance from 

 this, for several weeks. In the absence of my 

 friend, this is to me, a solitary place. At such 

 times as this, my thoughts visit the land of my na- 

 tivity ; and I almost regret having left my friends 

 and relatives, among whom I might now have been 

 pleasantly situated, but for a roving disposition. 

 But Providence, which is concerned in all the af- 

 fairs of men, has, though unseen, directed my w 7 ay 

 into this wilderness ; and it becomes me to bear 

 up under my circumstances, with resignation, per- 

 severance and fortitude. I am not forbidden to 

 hope, that I shall one day enjoy, with increased 

 satisfaction, the society of those friends, from 

 whom I have for a season banished myself. 



Sunday, 26. I have just returned from an ex- 

 cursion to the large prairies, in which I w r as ac- 

 companied by two of my people ; and in all our 

 ramble we did not see a single Indian. The most 

 of them, as is their custom every spring, have gone 

 to war again. We saw, and ran down and killed, 

 buffaloes, and also, saw red deers and antelopes, 

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