This is certainly a philosophic way of taking life, but it is, if I do not mistake it, stoic philosophy, and has been learned, by painful lessons of want, from early youth and childhood.

Where want is the common lot, the power of endurance which the race have must be a common attainment.
_9th_.

This day I hired an interpreter for the government, to attend at the office daily, a burly-faced, large man of some five-and-forty, by the name of Yarns.

He tells me that he was born at Fort Niagara, of Irish parentage, to which an originally fair skin, blue eyes, and sandy hair, bear testimony.

He has spent life, it seems, knocking about trading posts, in the Indian country, being married, has _metif_ children, and speaks the Chippewa tongue fluently--I do not know how accurately.
The day which has closed has been a busy day, having been signalized as the date of my first public council with the Indians.