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the Assiniboine to take us back to Winnipeg; but unfortunately it
fort, we determined to drive down to the end of the Canadian
from what it used to be, surrounded by its wooden pailings, and
the Indians come to make their purchases in cotton-goods and
Assiniboine we crossed just before getting to the fort, on a
feet almost straight up, which was a pull for our horses, the
up the hill. Mr. Macdonald is the "boss" at the fort, and had known
very far away from the fort; but we had neither time nor
steamer might get up, but on Saturday gave it up as useless, and
who, when out at C---- Farm, told us he was living on section xxvii
along the Beaver Creek, which was pretty; but afterwards the
tree, and without even the beautiful vegetation and flowers we had
at the section-posts, it was quite an excitement to mark every new
Mountain trail; but at a shanty being advised to leave the track
search of by a short distance.
Our friend had not returned from Winnipeg, but we made ourselves
four Englishmen working for him, two of them were tenant-farmers
near King's Lynn, and has taken up a section close by; but as he
beyond hoping to build himself a shanty before the winter set in,
men was a newly-arrived emigrant; he and his three children were
concoction we gave them to allay the irritation. He had been quite
too much for him. I don't think he at all relished the work he.
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