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Show REFLECTIONS ON THE PEAIEIE. 31 tant vision, seemed to reach down only to the verdant sea before me. There was no one living being present with whom I could share my admiration. Still life, unceasing eternal life, was everywhere around me. I was far away from the comforts of my home, not even in sight of a wigwam of the aboriginal inhabitants of the forests. A deep sigh of longing for the society of man wrested itself from my breast. Shall I return, and not accomplish the object of my journey? No. I cannot; does not the grass, glittering in the morning dew in the unbroken rays of the sun, beckon me a pleasant welcome over its untrodden surface. I will onward, and trust to the Great Spirit, who lives in every tree and lonely flower, for my safe arrival at the dwelling of my fellow-men, far beyond the invisible mountains over which my path now lies. 27th.-To-day we met our Delawares, who were awaiting our arrival. A more noble set of Indians I never saw, the most of them six feet high, all mounted and armed cap-a-pie, under command of Captain Wolff, a " Big Indian," as he called himself. Most of them spoke English, and all understood it. "Washington," "Welluchas," "Solomon," "Moses," were the names of some of the principal chiefs. They became very much attached to Col. Fremont, and every one of them would have ventured his life for him. '- ]STear the principal town of the Pottawatomies we remained encamped until the end of September, awaiting Col. Fremont. Two or three stores with no assort-ment of goods, and about thirty shanties make up the town. I went to every house in the place for a breakfast, but could not get anything to eat except some |