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terday morning, he set out for Alexandria. I 

 hope to have the satisfaction, however, of soon 

 meeting him at the fort.- — I here find six Canadians 

 with their families, who have passed the winter 

 in this vicinity, and have subsisted upon the flesh 

 of the bufFaloe, which animals are found in 

 plenty. The people appear to be happy in 

 their situation. Indeed, a Canadian, with his 

 belly full of fat meat, is never otherwise. 



Friday, 9. JYorth side of DeviPs Lake. In 

 the morning, I left the Canadian's Camp, and this 

 afternoon reached this place, where I found my 

 young guide, waiting my return. He is the son of 

 a chief, among the Crees and Assiniboins. His 

 grandfather was Monsieur Florimeaux, a French- 

 man, who passed a number of years in the Indian 

 country. When he went to Canada, he took his 

 son, the father of my young guide, along with him, 

 as far as Quebec, intending to send him to France. 

 But the lad, who was then twelve or thirteen 

 years old, did not like to leave his native country. 

 After remaining in Canada for some time, there- 

 fore, he deserted and returned to this part of the 

 world, where he, in time, became a famous war- 

 rior, and at length, a chief. He is much respect- 

 ed and beloved by his relatives, and is revered by 

 his own family. As a husband he is affectionate, 

 and as a father he is kind. It was perhaps fortu- 



