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39 home where I sleep in an "attic" & I now, as I write this, find myself seperated from another earth by a buffalo robe & my great-coat, sheltered from a pelting storm by the tent roof crossed out - of my friend Governor Ramsey of Minnesota, more than one hundred miles from the comforts of Fort Snelling, surrounded by wild Indians & a country where no white men but traders & missionaries live nearer than St Paul, yet I consider that is an ascent, figuratively speaking, from the garrett, if I may dignify those quarters with the name of my homely bedroom, which I occupied at the interpreters. Yet a residence at Mr P's had advantages - His business & intercourse with the Indians brings