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CROOKED LEGS STABS HIS YOUNG WIFE.<br />

I05<br />

remarkably superstitious. I let the children sleep in the<br />

fort whilst the men and women were drinking in their<br />

tents. About midnight I heard one of them chopping the<br />

gate with an ax, and bawling out to let him in, as he<br />

wanted liquor.<br />

him if<br />

Desmarais took the ax from him, and told<br />

he cut the gate again he might depend upon receiv-<br />

These people are not accustomed to<br />

ing a sound beating.<br />

traders who have their houses stockaded ; it is only of late<br />

years they have seen anything of the kind. Having been<br />

accustomed from infancy to full liberty of going in and<br />

out, day or night, and being naturally of a haughty, imperious<br />

disposition, the fellows cannot bear to knock at a gate<br />

that does not open at their command.<br />

Sept. 2gth. The Indians continued drinking. About<br />

ten o'clock I was informed that old Crooked Legs had<br />

killed his young wife. I instantly sent Desmarais to<br />

inquire into the business. He soon returned, and told me<br />

she was not dead, but had received three dreadful stabs.<br />

I went to see her ; she was stretched at full length in<br />

Crow's tent, with her relations around her, bawling and<br />

crying ; they were all blind drunk. The old man had<br />

retired to his own tent, where he sat singing and saying he<br />

was not afraid to die. We examined the wounds, and<br />

found the worst one just under the shoulder-blade ; another<br />

was through the arm, and the third where the knife had<br />

glanced from the elbow and entered the side between two<br />

ribs. At every motion of the lung the blood gushed out<br />

of the first and last wounds. I really thought she had not<br />

many minutes to live ; and, therefore, left her to the care<br />

of her own people, who were sucking the blood out of<br />

the<br />

wounds. Having done this for some time, they applied<br />

some roots and leaves ; she soon after fell asleep. The<br />

cause of the quarrel was jealousy. She was a stout, strong<br />

young woman, and he a poor infirm old man, very small<br />

and lean. He had reproached her for infidelity, and even<br />

threatened her with death if she continued to misbehave.<br />

She was wicked and full of resentment against the old man,

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