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from his parents, when a child. Thus, has many 

 a fond mother, in the frontier settlements, been 

 deprived of her beloved and tender offspring. — 

 but this fellow is lost, beyond recovery, for he now 

 speaks no other language, but that of the Indians, 

 among whom he resides, and he has adopted all 

 their manners and customs ; and it would now be 

 as difficult to reconcile him to the habits of civil- 

 ized life, as it would be, were he a real Indian. 



Wednesday, 19. The Forks. At this place 

 the Upper and Lower Red Rivers, form a junc- 

 tion. The country around is pleasant, the soil ap- 

 pears to be excellent, and it is tolerably well tim- 

 bered with oak, bass wood, walnut, elm, poplar, as- 

 pin, birch, &c. Grape vines and plum trees are 

 also seen. 



Friday, 21. We are now encamped at the 

 place, where the Red River enters the Great Win- 

 ipick Lake. It is now nearly five years since I pass- 

 ed this place, which, at first thought, seems but a 

 moment. But when I deliberately recollect the 

 scenes through which I have passed, during that 

 space of time, it seems as if I had passed the 

 greater part of my days in this country. 



Monday, 24. We are now at the entrance of 

 Winipick River, into the Lake of the same name. 

 We, here, find a number of people, who are from 



