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Chapter XIII Home again - Indian Calculation - Indian Dexterity - [crossed out: Taking the] Cholera - Surveying again. | |||
On a bright mild morning I took my rifle, mounted my horse and biding adieu to the dear relatives in Kalamazoo set my face homeward by the way of Pigeon Prairie. The only incident of this journey worth mentioning occurred on the morning of my departure. A two hour's ride brought me to a creek. While crossing the bridge I espied two wild ducks "sitting on a rail", a short distance down the stream. I dismounted, got within range and, as they were ''billing", fired and put my ball through the necks of both, and I had the pleasure of sending them to my sweet cousins Ann and Mary by a traveller whom I met. I arrived home "safe and sound" and again experienced the fact that "there is no place like home." With the exception of a few days in the spring, until the fall, my time was devoted to my dear mother. My leisure hours to reading, or to fishing, hunting and rambling. | |||
On one of the latter occasions I witnessed the following case of Indian dexterity. | |||
I was standing upon a wharf, watching a shoal of fine large black bass that were near the surface of the water under the guards |
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31 Chapter XIII Home again - Indian Calculation - Indian Dexterity - [crossed out: Taking the] Cholera - Surveying again.
On a bright mild morning I took my rifle, mounted my horse and biding adieu to the dear relatives in Kalamazoo set my face homeward by the way of Pigeon Prairie. The only incident of this journey worth mentioning occurred on the morning of my departure. A two hour's ride brought me to a creek. While crossing the bridge I espied two wild ducks "sitting on a rail", a short distance down the stream. I dismounted, got within range and, as they were billing", fired and put my ball through the necks of both, and I had the pleasure of sending them to my sweet cousins Ann and Mary by a traveller whom I met. I arrived home "safe and sound" and again experienced the fact that "there is no place like home." With the exception of a few days in the spring, until the fall, my time was devoted to my dear mother. My leisure hours to reading, or to fishing, hunting and rambling. On one of the latter occasions I witnessed the following case of Indian dexterity. I was standing upon a wharf, watching a shoal of fine large black bass that were near the surface of the water under the guards