180 Harmon's journal. 



an Indian better, than to see his deceased rela* 

 tives, handsomely attired ; for he believes that 

 they will arrive in the other world, in the same 

 dress, with which they are clad, when they are 

 consigned to the grave. 



Wednesday, July 19. A few days since, Mr. 

 John Stuart and company, came here, from New 

 Caledonia, for goods ; and to day, they set out on 

 their return home. During the few days which 

 that gentleman passed here, I derived much sat- 

 isfaction from his society. We rambled about 

 the plains, conversing as we w r ent, and now and 

 then stopping, to eat a few berries, which are 

 every where to be found. He has evidently read 

 and reflected much. How happy should I be to 

 have such a companion, during the whole summer. 

 But such is our mode of life in this country, that 

 we meet but seldom ; and the time that we remain 

 together, is short. We only begin to find the ties 

 of friendship, binding us closely together, when 

 we are compelled to separate, not to meet again 

 perhaps for years to come. 



Baptiste La Fleur, my interpreter, will accom- 

 pany Mr. Stuart and his men, as far as St. John's, 

 in hopes of obtaining some information respecting 

 his brother, who, it is supposed, was killed by 

 an Indian, the last spring, while on his way 

 from the Rocky Mountain Portage to St. John's. 



