than myself, and returned to my post, where I knew my services could be turned to better account.  In returning I happened to fall in with a small band of Indians, who had not yet been visited by the Iroquois, one of whom was the brother of the Algonquin chief, who had been so severely chastised the preceding winter.  At his lodge I passed the night, and was not only treated with the usual Indian hospitality, but received a very pressing invitation to return with a supply of goods, which he promised to trade.

Such invitations are never neglected.  The moment I arrived at my post I laid aside the articles required by the Indians, and after one day’s rest, started, myself and two men, carrying everything on our backs.  It being late in the season, we encountered every possible difficulty on our way:  the small streams overflowed, and the ice was so bad on the rivers as to preclude travelling on them.  We were therefore under the necessity of taking to the woods, through a horridly rugged country, now ascending hills so steep that we could only scramble up their sides by holding on by the branches and underwood, the descent on the opposite side being equally difficult and laborious; now forcing our way through deep ravines overgrown with underwood, all but impervious; sinking to the ground at every step, and raising on our snow-shoes a load of half-melted snow, which strained the tendons of the legs and caused acute pain.

Early in the morning of the sixth day we arrived at the camp, but, to our astonishment, neither heard the voice nor saw the form of a human being, though there were infallible signs that the camp was inhabited.  It was the sugar season.  I entered the great man’s hut with a cautious step, and found every soul in it fast asleep.  I marked with surprise the confusion that prevailed around,—­sugar kettles upset, pots, pans, wearing apparel, blankets, and other articles, scattered about in every direction;—­what could it mean?  I awoke the chief, and the mystery was solved.  He appeared to be just recovering from the effects of the night’s debauch,—­the Iroquois were in the camp.  Mine host “grinned horribly a ghastly smile” as he placed himself, rather unsteadily, in a sitting posture in his bed, and in a hoarse tremulous voice bade me welcome, at the same time rousing his better-half, who appeared to be in the same happy state as himself.

A clatter ensued that soon set the whole household in motion, and I hastened to make the customary offering of a small keg of rum to the chief, and another of shrub to the squaw, who immediately ordered a young woman (the family drudge) to prepare my breakfast.  Meanwhile the chief, along with two of his relatives, amused himself quaffing his nectar, which evidently began to have its usual effects, and from the expressions I overheard, I could gather that he had neither forgotten his brother’s treatment last winter, nor forgiven me the part I had acted on the occasion.  I listened with affected indifference for a time to the taunts he began to throw out, and at last, to get rid of them, went to visit the other huts, where I found the Iroquois preparing for their departure; they had several parcels of beaver, which they took no pains to conceal from me, but there was still much more remaining.