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night, and enjoying a cigar the while — my two dogs I had smuggled aft, tho’ against orders, and made a pillow of one, whilst the other lay at my feet, and slept word warm.

In six and thirty hours we entered the Detroit river or rather straits which separate liakes Erie and St Clair, and were soon lying alongside the wharf at the city of that name.

Here, after a stay of two or three days enjoying the hospitality of the American officers, I recrossed to the Canadian side, and leaving my baggage in the little village of Malden, prepared for my campaign with my red friends.

Two years before I had been the hunting companion of a Chippewa