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maymiutch's lament—waquetoe's revenge.<br />

Goodwin, who is<br />

a doctor, threw bad medicine on him and<br />

his family. He says further that the Indians at Bois Perce<br />

advised him to be revenged on us for the death of his<br />

brother ;<br />

but that he had rejected their proposal, telling<br />

them it was not we who had occasioned Charlo's death, and<br />

that he always knew his brother was a bad Indian, who<br />

lived in all kinds of wickedness, stealing horses, cheating the<br />

traders, and never paying his debts ; so that, even had we<br />

caused his brother's death, he never would harbor any<br />

thoughts of revenge ; his heart was too weak to permit him<br />

to injure people who had always been charitable to him,<br />

and provided him with necessaries to bring up his children<br />

and supply their daily wants. The end of this was, I must<br />

give him some liquor to wash the grief from his heart, as it<br />

was very much oppressed.<br />

Jan. igth. Most of the Indians camped at the fort, having<br />

left off hunting.<br />

A bull followed the plains road within<br />

about 40 yards of the fort, when he was perceived by the<br />

Indians and fired at. The ball went into one eye and came<br />

out of the other. The poor blinded animal ran at random<br />

against the trees and stumps, and was dispatched with an<br />

ax. This was excellent sport for the Indians. Shortly<br />

after another came by the same route, and was shot dead<br />

within 50 paces of the stockades. This evening, in a drinking<br />

match, Wayquetoe shot an arrow at his wife, which<br />

entered her right side below the ribs, and was pulled out<br />

on the left ; at the same time he fired another at her supposed<br />

beloved, and shot him through the arm.<br />

The woman<br />

lies dangerously ill.<br />

My winter stock of provision is complete—all good, fat<br />

buffalo meat, and my men have little to do. They, therefore,<br />

amuse themselves by sliding down the bank on sleighs<br />

from the S. gate. Their descent is so great as to cause<br />

their trains to run across Red river. The Indian women<br />

join them, and they have excellent sport. They have given<br />

over trapping since Christmas, as they took nothing worth<br />

their while.<br />

Indians go hunting on the E. side of the river,

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