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yet tranquil was his face, as tho' a prayer had passed them with his breath, a noble looking Indian & a voyageur raised him from the water still turbid with the passing storm, unclear him & swathed him in linen & as the canoe glided with crossed out - their its ghastly ghastly load towards the former? desolate home of the widow it was followed by a long line of silent spectators, Indians, French & Americans, - It stopped at the point where he was last seen & in the faces of the Sioux quivering lips & moistened eyes were seen tho' Indian stoicism opposed their utterance, An aged woman bent beneath a century stood before the body, She burst forth into a