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and set the example by wearing himself an ammunition coat; that is to say, one of the surplus soldiers' coats cut short. This was a necessary precaution, because in the woods the hostile Indians, who started from behind the trees, usually caught at the long and heavy skirts then worn by the soldiers; and for the same reason he ordered the muskets to be shortened, that they might not, as on former occasions, be snatched from behind by these agile foes. To prevent the march of his regiment from being descried at a distance, by the glittering of their arms, the barrels of the guns were all blackened; and to save them from the tearing of bushes, the stings of insects, etc., he set them the example of wearing leggings, a kind of buskin made of strong woolen cloth, a part of the Indian dress. Hair well dressed, and in great quantity, was then considered as the greatest possible ornament, which those who had it took the utmost care to display to advantage, and to wear in a bag, or a cue. Lord Howe's was fine, and very abundant; he, however, cropped it, and ordered every one else to do the same. . . . Another point which this Lycurgus of the camp wished to establish was, that of not carrying anything that was not absolutely necessary. He invited his officers to dine in his tent. They were surprised to see no chairs or tables; there were, however, bear-skins spread like a carpet. His lordship welcomed them, and sat down on a small log of wood; they followed his example; and presently the servants set down a large dish of pork and peas. His lordship taking a sheath from his pocket, out of which he produced a knife and fork, began to cut and divide the meat. They sat in a kind of awkward suspense, and he finally relieved them of their embarrassment by distributing to each a case like his own, which he had provided for the purpose. These austere regulations were patiently borne, because he was not only gentle in manners, but generous and humane in a very high degree, and exceedingly attentive to the health and real necessities of the soldiery.". - Mrs. Grant of Laggan.

NOTE I.

"Duncan of Lundie, sent for Sergeant Dunham," etc. Page 145. "Major Duncan was the elder brother of Lord Duncan of Camperdown. He was an experienced officer, possessed of considerable military science, learned, humane, and judicious, yet obstinate, and somewhat of a humorist withal. Wherever he went a respectable library went with him. Though not old he was gouty and war-worn. The fort was a large place, built entirely of earth and great logs, I mean the walls and ramparts, for the barracks were of wood, cold and comfortless. His house was a very singular building, divided into two apartments; one of which was a bedroom, the other a breakfasting parlor and library. There were globes, quadrants, mathematical instruments, flutes, dumb-bells, and chessboards; here, in short, was a magazine of instruction and amusement for the colonels' pupils, that is, for all the garrison. This Scythian dwelling was made entirely of wood, and fixed upon wheels of the same material, so that it could be removed from one part of the parade to the other, as it frequently was. So slight a tenement when the winters were

intensely cold, was ill calculated for a gouty patient; for this, however, he found a remedy, the boards which formed the walls of his apartment being covered with deer-skins, and a most ample bear-skin spread on the floor by way of carpet." - Mrs. Grant of Laggan.

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In winter Colonel Lundie set the young officers to read, and in summer he turned them into gardeners. They became skillful huntsmen, too. There was not a sheep or a cow within forty miles of the fort. The size of the cabbages, cucumbers, and melons, produced in this military garden at Oswego, was something incredible-the usual result of a new soil, probably. They were sent to Albany as vegetable curiosities. NOTE J.

"Among them there Thousand Islands." Page 186.

These rocky islands, lying, as we all know, near the outlet of Lake Ontario, are generally low, and partially wooded, and vary in extent from a mere isolated rock crowned with a bush or two, to others of twenty or thirty acres. The channels winding among them form a perfect labyrinth. It has been supposed that the number of these islands had been overstated, but, in truth, they amount to more than sixteen hundred. The commissioners employed in settling the boundary line between Canada and the United States counted them carefully, and report them at sixteen hundred and twenty-three. Not unfrequently a few trees will be found growing on an islet which appears nothing but rock, with no soil apparently in which the birch or evergreen can possibly root itself. But there are cracks and crevices into which the roots penetrate to some depth, and the tree finds sufficient nourishment in these rocky veins of soil to enable it to grow and thrive for years, standing as it were on a naked rock, overlooking the water.

NOTE K.

"Near the grave of Arrowhead." Page 505.

Those who believe the Indians devoid of all natural feeling have probably thought the passage in the last chapter of "The Pathfinder," in which the widowed June is represented as lingering for several weeks on the desolate island, beside her husband's grave, a mere exaggeration of romance.

But an instance very similar, and in some respects still more touching and marked in character, is related by Bishop Whipple, of Minnesota, as having come within his own personal knowledge. We quote his account of the incident: "In company with the Rev. Dr. Washburn, Rev. W. Kincherbacher, S. H. Mackay, Enmegahbowh and four Indian voyageurs, we passed White Oak Point. We saw an old man sitting on the bank of the river. He was clad in an old blanket and ragged leggings, and his gray hairs and pinched face excited our pity. We urged him to go with us, offering him food and clothing. He accepted our offer and followed us to the camp. The next day I said to him, 'You had better go with us. We have plenty of provisions, and when we leave you at Crow Wing you shall have a share of our stores.' He re

plied, 'My father, your heart is always kind to the red man, and I thank you. I cannot go. My wife is buried at White Oak Point. We had lived together a great many years, and now she is dead. In a little while I shall go to her, and until the Great Spirit calls me I do not like to go far from her grave, for she would be lonely without me. I must go back to sit by the spot where she lies. It will not be long before I shall follow on the same trail to the Spirit Land.'”

NOTE L.

An old ballad, relating to the siege of Oswego, may amuse the reader interested in American history.

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Ces braves qui domptent les mers,

Sur terre sont traitables.
Leur bravoure imbécile

S'acharne et vient dans nos prisons
Demander au asile

Dès le premier coup de cannon.

V.

"A Carillon 1 l'on dit pourtant
Qu'ils auront leur revanche,
Autant en emporte le vent,

Il souffle dans la manche.
Les Canadiens leur font peur,

Et Loudon est trop sage
Pour oser contre leur valeur
Mesurer son courage!"

1 Ticonderoga.

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