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and beyond continued an approach to a small and pleasant french settlement [[at?]] the [[hawk?]] of the bay. My mind [[naturally]] rose in [[winning?]] their magnificent works of creation and reverted to the [[unclear]] of columbus in sailing [[alay?]] this [[discoveries?]] in the west indies. [[over?]] crew show the utmost [[entitment?]] and pleasure at this [[creation?]] and every short time broke [[?]] in a french song and chorus in which their oars kept time and their voices kept tune. [[unclear]] [[unclear]] at about seven miles per hour [[palped?]] a new [[hut?]] [[imbosened?]] totally in the forest and were now having the last [[res?]] [[tige?]] of the habitation of the white man for two [[hour?]] [[dred?]] miles of [[wilderness?]] through which [[one?]] had to [[pass?]]. saw a great many sturgeon and fish jump [[sased?]] [[grap?]] [[island?]] and tail point at the [[mouth?]] of fox river where the [[pelrums?]] red jacket was [[now?]] ashore some years since. the wind [[forward?]] [[is?]] but [[over?]] canoe made a great deal of [[water?]] and approaching long point, a projection running into the bay for about a mile, we were compelled to [[jaunt?]] ashore to [[give?]] [[our?]] [[refrains?]] [[as?]] [[?]] [[?]]. On landing, we observed two canoes of [[unclear]] indians, with a kettle [[of fish]] [[a?]] [[the?]]fire, boiling their fish, they required the news from the bay and [[?]] holiday regretted that he had not brought them a gazette. they had some fish drying [[at?]] the bottom of their boats and one sturgeon with water [[mean?]] the shore. of this latter fish, the indians [[eat?]] [[the?]] [[whole?]] inside and all. [[approach?]] this point [[in?]] the main land was a most beautiful prairie interspursed with single trees and blanketed by the almighty [[wind?]][[clan?]] of [[in?]] [[diswood?]]. Its appearance and [[commotion?]] with the [[green?]] waters of the bay created my most lively admiration. this beautiful spot reminded me of the land of the fairies; there they could hold their [[caring?]] dances [[a?]] the green carpet of nature, and [[drape?]] their [[unclear]] with the flowers of the field. Here they might dance in the last rays of the setting sun, or the pale light of the peaceful moon, undisturbed and alone. I could not but give credit to the pleasure manifested by travellers in the early exploration of this part of the country for its natural beauties are great, [[on?]] this point I gathered the wild rose, the wild pea and other pretty flowers, and seated myself under the shade of the ash, with the ripple of the water at my feet to write this
and beyond continued an approach to a small and pleasant French Settlement, [[on?]] the [[bank?]] of the Bay.  
My mind naturally rose, in [[viewing??]] their magnificent works of creation, and reverted to the [[exstacies?]] of Columbus in sailing along this [[discoveries?]] in the West-Indies. [[Over?]] [[crew?]] show the utmost [[ententment?]] and pleasure at this [[avocation?]], and every short time broke [[into?]] in a French song and chorus in which their "Oars kept time and their voices kept tune" -- [[We?]] [[pevevded?]] at about seven miles per hour passed a new Hut [[embosmed?]] totally in the forest, and were now having the last vestige of the habitation of the white man, for two hundred miles of Wilderness through which [[we?]] had to pass. Saw a great many sturgeon and fish jump, passed [[Trap?]] [[island?]] and Tail Point at the mouth of Fox river, where the [[Pefrume?]] Red Jacket was [[new?]] ashore. some years since.-- The wind [[forward?]] us, but [[over?]] Canoe made a great deal of [[water?]], and approaching Long Point, a projection running into the bay for about a mile, we were compelled to [[jaunt?]] ashore to [[grow?]] [[or?]] [[refrain?]] [[as?]] [[our?]] [[slender]] [[unclear]]. On landing, we observed two canoes of [[unclear]] indians, with a kettle [[of fish]] [[a?]] [[the?]]fire, boiling their fish, they required the news from the bay and [[?]] holiday regretted that he had not brought them a gazette. they had some fish drying [[at?]] the bottom of their boats and one sturgeon with water [[mean?]] the shore. of this latter fish, the indians [[eat?]] [[the?]] [[whole?]] inside and all. [[approach?]] this point [[in?]] the main land was a most beautiful prairie interspursed with single trees and blanketed by the almighty [[wind?]][[clan?]] of [[in?]] [[diswood?]]. Its appearance and [[commotion?]] with the [[green?]] waters of the bay created my most lively admiration. this beautiful spot reminded me of the land of the fairies; there they could hold their [[caring?]] dances [[a?]] the green carpet of nature, and [[drape?]] their [[unclear]] with the flowers of the field. Here they might dance in the last rays of the setting sun, or the pale light of the peaceful moon, undisturbed and alone. I could not but give credit to the pleasure manifested by travellers in the early exploration of this part of the country for its natural beauties are great, [[on?]] this point I gathered the wild rose, the wild pea and other pretty flowers, and seated myself under the shade of the ash, with the ripple of the water at my feet to write this

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and beyond continued an approach to a small and pleasant French Settlement, on? the bank? of the Bay. My mind naturally rose, in viewing?? their magnificent works of creation, and reverted to the exstacies? of Columbus in sailing along this discoveries? in the West-Indies. Over? crew? show the utmost ententment? and pleasure at this avocation?, and every short time broke into? in a French song and chorus in which their "Oars kept time and their voices kept tune" -- We? pevevded? at about seven miles per hour passed a new Hut embosmed? totally in the forest, and were now having the last vestige of the habitation of the white man, for two hundred miles of Wilderness through which we? had to pass. Saw a great many sturgeon and fish jump, passed Trap? island? and Tail Point at the mouth of Fox river, where the Pefrume? Red Jacket was new? ashore. some years since.-- The wind forward? us, but over? Canoe made a great deal of water?, and approaching Long Point, a projection running into the bay for about a mile, we were compelled to jaunt? ashore to grow? or? refrain? as? our? slender unclear. On landing, we observed two canoes of unclear indians, with a kettle of fish a? the?fire, boiling their fish, they required the news from the bay and ? holiday regretted that he had not brought them a gazette. they had some fish drying at? the bottom of their boats and one sturgeon with water mean? the shore. of this latter fish, the indians eat? the? whole? inside and all. approach? this point in? the main land was a most beautiful prairie interspursed with single trees and blanketed by the almighty wind?clan? of in? diswood?. Its appearance and commotion? with the green? waters of the bay created my most lively admiration. this beautiful spot reminded me of the land of the fairies; there they could hold their caring? dances a? the green carpet of nature, and drape? their unclear with the flowers of the field. Here they might dance in the last rays of the setting sun, or the pale light of the peaceful moon, undisturbed and alone. I could not but give credit to the pleasure manifested by travellers in the early exploration of this part of the country for its natural beauties are great, on? this point I gathered the wild rose, the wild pea and other pretty flowers, and seated myself under the shade of the ash, with the ripple of the water at my feet to write this

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