And when, panting and laughing, I at length reached the summit, he would throw up his hands, and shout, with the utmost glee, "Mamma Manitou!" (My mother is a spirit.) Our old acquaintances, the Grignons, seemed much surprised that I should have ventured on such a journey.

They had never undertaken it, although they had lived so long at the Kakalin; but then there was no reason why they should have done so.

They could always command a canoe or a boat when they wished to visit "the Bay." As we had anticipated, our gentlemen joined us at supper.

"They had delayed to take dinner with Colonel Stambaugh--had had a delightful gallop up from: the Bay--had seen no ravines, nor anything but fine smooth roads--might have been asleep, but, if so, were not conscious of it." This was the account they gave of themselves, to our no small amusement.
From the Kakalin to the Butte des Morts, where lived a man named Knaggs, was our next day's stage.

The country was rough and wild, much like that we had passed through the spring before, in going from Hamilton's diggings to Kellogg's Grove, but we were fortunate in having Wish-tay-yun, rather than "Uncle Billy," for our guide, so that we could make our way with some degree of moderation.
We had travelled but forty miles when we reached Knaggs's, yet I was both cold and fatigued, so that the cosy little room in which we found Mrs.Knaggs, and the bright fire, were most cheering objects; and, as we had only broken our fast since morning with a few crackers we carried in our pockets, I must own we did ample justice to her nice coffee and cakes, not to mention venison-steaks and bear's meat, the latter of which I had never before tasted.
Our supper over, we looked about for a place of repose.