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However we stirred ourselves up got our supper rooled up in our blankets and felt as well [[satisfied?]] with our rest and refreshment as if we had the the best accomadations of the Sherman House you who live in cities having all the comforts of home cannot imagine the luxurious feeling that comes from the [[unclear]] after the days toilsome march is over and he is enjoying himself by his evening camp fire it is worth going hundreds of miles to experience the pleasures of the hunters life even for one brief month The following morning we rose as fresh as larks went down to the clear stream had a good wash in its cool waters we [[ate?]] our breakfast and started again on our toilsome journey on this day about noon we got to the Indian reserve about sixty square miles reserved for their use by the government [[all?]] this from where the road runs through the reserve it is about thirty miles from the Mifsouri river it extends down to the river and is [[unclear]] hunting ground having noble forests plenty of game and fine streams with the best kind of fish. The Indians living in this reserve are about half civilised they build frame houses have corn [[unclear]] tea, and seem to be an industrious and contented people [[As?]] we were traveling along the road some Indians came out to meet us and asked us in to see an old man, we went with them and saw a neat frame house that they lived in and beside it a wigwam made of birch bark in which the old man lived they could not induce him to live in the house. In the centre of the wigwam there was a camp fire the smoke going out through the roof, and about twenty [[squaws?]] ranged about the fire sitting on buffalo skins, the old man lay on one side on a huge pile of skins, He wa[[s?]] the most withered looking remains of humanity I ever saw there was not a [[unclear]] of flesh on his bones he was shrunk to about the size of a boy ten years old he that once according to his childrens story had been a powerful chief and great warrior his teeth were entirely gone and he was quite blind the Indians told us he was one hundred and twenty one years old and I | However we stirred ourselves up got our supper rooled up in our blankets and felt as well [[satisfied?]] with our rest and refreshment as if we had the the best accomadations of the Sherman House you who live in cities having all the comforts of home cannot imagine the luxurious feeling that comes from the [[unclear]] after the days toilsome march is over and he is enjoying himself by his evening camp fire it is worth going hundreds of miles to experience the pleasures of the hunters life even for one brief month The following morning we rose as fresh as larks went down to the clear stream had a good wash in its cool waters we [[ate?]] our breakfast and started again on our toilsome journey on this day about noon we got to the Indian reserve about sixty square miles reserved for their use by the government [[all?]] this from where the road runs through the reserve it is about thirty miles from the Mifsouri river it extends down to the river and is [[unclear]] hunting ground having noble forests plenty of game and fine streams with the best kind of fish. The Indians living in this reserve are about half civilised they build frame houses have corn [[unclear]] tea, and seem to be an industrious and contented people [[As?]] we were traveling along the road some Indians came out to meet us and asked us in to see an old man, we went with them and saw a neat frame house that they lived in and beside it a wigwam made of birch bark in which the old man lived they could not induce him to live in the house. In the centre of the wigwam there was a camp fire the smoke going out through the roof, and about twenty [[squaws?]] ranged about the fire sitting on buffalo skins, the old man lay on one side on a huge pile of skins, He wa[[s?]] the most withered looking remains of humanity I ever saw there was not a [[unclear]] of flesh on his bones he was shrunk to about the size of a boy ten years old he that once according to his childrens story had been a powerful chief and great warrior his teeth were entirely gone and he was quite blind the Indians told us he was one hundred and twenty one years old and I | ||
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9 However we stirred ourselves up got our supper rooled up in our blankets and felt as well satisfied? with our rest and refreshment as if we had the the best accomadations of the Sherman House you who live in cities having all the comforts of home cannot imagine the luxurious feeling that comes from the unclear after the days toilsome march is over and he is enjoying himself by his evening camp fire it is worth going hundreds of miles to experience the pleasures of the hunters life even for one brief month The following morning we rose as fresh as larks went down to the clear stream had a good wash in its cool waters we ate? our breakfast and started again on our toilsome journey on this day about noon we got to the Indian reserve about sixty square miles reserved for their use by the government all? this from where the road runs through the reserve it is about thirty miles from the Mifsouri river it extends down to the river and is unclear hunting ground having noble forests plenty of game and fine streams with the best kind of fish. The Indians living in this reserve are about half civilised they build frame houses have corn unclear tea, and seem to be an industrious and contented people As? we were traveling along the road some Indians came out to meet us and asked us in to see an old man, we went with them and saw a neat frame house that they lived in and beside it a wigwam made of birch bark in which the old man lived they could not induce him to live in the house. In the centre of the wigwam there was a camp fire the smoke going out through the roof, and about twenty squaws? ranged about the fire sitting on buffalo skins, the old man lay on one side on a huge pile of skins, He was? the most withered looking remains of humanity I ever saw there was not a unclear of flesh on his bones he was shrunk to about the size of a boy ten years old he that once according to his childrens story had been a powerful chief and great warrior his teeth were entirely gone and he was quite blind the Indians told us he was one hundred and twenty one years old and I