Here land and water meet under very different auspices from those of the rock-bound coast to which I have been accustomed.

There they meet tenderly to challenge, and proudly to refuse, though, not in fact repel.

But here they meet to mingle, are always rushing together, and changing places; a new creation takes place beneath the eye.
The weather grew gradually clearer, but not bright; yet we could see the shore and appreciate the extent of these noble waters.
Coming up the river St.Clair, we saw Indians for the first time.
They were camped out on the bank.

It was twilight, and their blanketed forms, in listless groups or stealing along the bank, with a lounge and a stride so different in its wildness from the rudeness of the white settler, gave me the first feeling that I really approached the West.
The people on the boat were almost all New-Englanders, seeking their fortunes.

They had brought with them their habits of calculation, their cautious manners, their love of polemics.