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� One day in the spring when the freshets are very high and the steam ferry had all it could do to struggle against the current, father saw a young Indian with a squaw by his side waiting on the ship. The young man was good looking, smart, apparently about thirty years old. The girl might have been eighteen, small and pretty Both seemed to have been drinking a little. Both were very happy. The appeared to have been recently married & in their wedding tour. Both, apparently had been drink- ing some. The girl had a bouquet in her hand which she fondled delicately and handled with as mush grace as a fine lady,although it consisted of only two early dandelions and three or four spears of grace. Something caused conversation. My father asked some Sebattis Dana -

"Sebattis Denny, she's sick. She's sick Sebattis Denny. [?] [ ] woman his wife. Always woman she gets best part of man; you found it your self don't you? Naw? Well, look so you're smart man, mebbe [sic] you don't. Yes Sebattis Denny's she's sick.

Finally the man inquired what the face [?] and was pretty surprised to find it one [?]. "One [?]!" "You get him [?] [?]" [?] the woman