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NEW HAIR HILLS POST—GOOD ASSINIBOINES. 241<br />

with Mr. Langlois and three men to summer there and<br />

build a new fort. I pitched upon a delightful situation on<br />

rising ground in the entrance of the 'plains; the view from<br />

the house will be charming. I found here 15 Assiniboine<br />

tents,—Old Frog, Chef des Enfants, etc.,—but I thought<br />

proper to select a chief of my own. I chose a young man<br />

who was a famous hunter, much respected among his own<br />

people, and who, having committed some recent crime in his<br />

own lands, I was fully persuaded would neither breed disturbance<br />

with the Saulteurs nor wish to leave me. He had<br />

command of ten tents, all excellent beaver hunters and provision<br />

makers— in a word, the best little band of Indians I<br />

ever met ; honest, industrious, and easy to please. Nau-<br />

I gave him<br />

bonostouog, or Man with One Ear, is his name ;<br />

a chief's dress, a flag, and a large keg of liquor.<br />

April ijth. I came off alone ; chased several herds of<br />

buffalo, and killed three cows and several calves ; but I was<br />

near leaving my bones in the plains, a prey for the wolves.<br />

This was occasioned by my horse stumbling while at full<br />

speed. I was just drawing my gun from the belt to fire,<br />

holding it by the barrel near the muzzle, when the sudden<br />

shock caused the priming to fire the gun<br />

; the ball passed<br />

near my hip and struck in the ground and the gun flew<br />

some distance. I was in the midst of the herd ; a fine<br />

large calf passing near me, I<br />

dismounted, caught him by the<br />

tail, and held him fast ; he began to bleat, when instantly<br />

the mother turned and rushed at me ;<br />

I was glad to let go<br />

and run to my horse. As I reflected on my narrow escape,<br />

it brought to mind a similar affair which happened to<br />

me some years ago at Michipicotton, when shooting wild<br />

fowl in the spring, in a small canoe. In attempting to<br />

shift my gun from my left to my right side, passing the<br />

muzzle behind my back, the cock got fast to one of the<br />

bars, and, on my pulling the gun forward from behind me,<br />

she went off ; the load grazed my right side, taking a piece<br />

of my belt and capot away.<br />

April i6th. My men began to inclose our potato field.

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