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Our crew are Frenchmen, commonly called Voyageurs, or Pork-eaters, from the food they live on during their Expeditions in the wilderness, in the prosecution? of the Fur Trade. They are a happy and contented people, as are all the French in this part of the world. They releive and lighten their labors by their songs, keeping time with their paddles. They are all equipp'd with two black feathers around their hats, passing? over? their Hat-bands?. On our leaving Fort Howard, we took a board an additional hand who had no feather: when one of the men took one of the two from his own hat and gave it to his companion, following the usual habits of kindness practisd by their poor people? to one another in all their situations of Indian life. They have but little, but are always willing to share that little with one another; their hospitality as well as that of the Indian Trader, is only bounded? by their means. Our canoe lies on the shore, and as well as ourselves? is only waiting for the wind and the waves to ease their continuation?, to be permitted to proceed. The day contains stormy -- In passing down? the coast, you frequently see the Bald Eagle, roaming in solitary grandeur over a forest of a thousand miles, as the sole monarch? of the woods -- or perhaps perched on the top of some dry pine, that has stood the stream? of ages. I observed near the Indian lodges on this point, the graves of two children; they were as usual covered over with pieces of wood to protect their bodies from disinterment? and to mark the place of deposit?; at the head of each was a post or stake with several marks, and the Totem of the family, or Bank coloured with red paint which in one instance? was? the Beaver, and in the other I could not make out. Every family or band of Indians have what they call a Totem: this is to them as it were a Coat of Arms, or as the Eagle is to the American nation a badge for its colours or national distinction. -- Nothing more of consequence occurred during the day -- the wind + sea have fallen?, + I hope we may start to night. -- June 21. -- The wind rising and not being fair we were unable to start last night -- took a comfortable supper and slept exceedingly well, and at sun rise this morning left our encampment, our crew? commencing? their usual boat song to a pleasing and lively air: resuming our course we crossed the mouth of Sturgeon Bay which is about three and a half miles over? and unclear up in the interior? for about fifty miles. From -- the head of the Bay is a Portage which is used on the route from -- Fox river to Chicago + greatly shortens the distance.