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exhausted limbs, apparently on the same spot where he has slept the night before, with the same prospect before and behind him ; the same grass, and the same wild-flowers beneath and about him ; the same canopy over his head, and the same cheerless sea of green to start upon in the morning. It is difficult to describe the simple beauty and serenity of these scenes of solitude, or the feelings of feeble man, whose limbs are toiling to carry him through them--without a hill or tree to mark his progress, and convince him that he is not, like a squirrel in his cage, after all his toil, standing still. One commences on peregrinations like these, with a light heart, and a nimble foot, and spirits as buoyant as the very air that floats along by the side of him ; but his spirit soon tires, and he lags on the way that is rendered more tedious and intolerable by the tantalizing mirage that opens before him beautiful lakes, and lawns, and copses; or by the looming of the prairie ahead of him, that seems to rise in a parapet, and decked with its varied flowers, phantom-like, flies and moves along before him. I got on for a couple of days in tolerable condition, and with some considerable applause; but my half-bred companions took the lead at length, and left me with several other novices far behind, which gave me additional pangs; and I at length felt like giving up the journey, and throwing myself upon the ground in hopeless despair. I was not alone in my misery, however, but was cheered and encouraged by looking back and beholding several of our party half a mile or more in the rear of me, jogging along, and suffering more agony in their new experiment than I was suffering myself. Their loitering and my murmurs, at length, brought our leaders to a halt, and we held a sort of council, in which I explained that the pain in my feet was so intolerable, that I felt as if I could go no further ; when one of our half-breed leaders stepped up to me, and addressing me in French, told me that I must turn my toes in' as the Indians do, and that I could then go on very well. We halted a half-hour, and took a little refreshment, whilst the little Frenchman was teaching his lesson to the rest of my fellow-novices, when we took up our march
again ; and I soon found upon trial, that by turning my toes in, my feet went more easily through the grass; and by turning the weight of my body more equally on the toes (enabling each one to support its proportionable part of the load, instead of throwing it all on to the joints of the big toes, which is done when the toes are turned out), I soon got relief, and made my onward progress very well. I rigidly adhered to this mode, and found no difficulty on the third and fourth days of taking the lead of the whole party, which I constantly led until our journey was completed.
Mr. Catlin enters into a very minute description of the religious ceremonies of the Indians, their weapons of offence and defence, dances, musical instruments, pipes, calumets, tomahawks, clubs, scalping-knives, &c., concluding the volume with a full account of the Bison or Buffalo-once joint tenant with the Red Man, of all that vast continent ; now flying with him to perish. The name of Buffalo, Mr. Catlin says, is most erroneously applied to this animal, which has very little resemblance to the Eastern buffalo. Though once spread over the whole country from the Rocky Mountains to the Atlantic, it is now confined to the prairies of the West. The bull buffalo often grows to the enormous weight of two thousand pounds. These animals are gregarious, but not migratory. It is no uncommon thing, at particular seasons, to see several thousands together--at other times they are found scattered about the country in families and herds :
• The chief hunting-amusement of the Indians in these parts consists in the chase of the buffalo, which is almost invariably done on horseback, with bow and lance. In this exercise, which is highly prized by them, as one of their most valued amusements, as well as for the principal mode of procuring meat for their subsistence, they become exceedingly expert; and are able to slay these huge animals with apparent ease.
This strip of country, which extends from the province of Mexico to lake Winnepeg on the North, is almost one entire plain of grass , which is, and ever must be, useless to cultivating man. It is here, and here chiefly, that the buffaloes dwell ; and with, and hovering about them, live
and flourish the tribes of Indians whom God made for the enjoyment of that fair land and its luxuries It is a melancholy contemplation for one who has travelled, as I have, through these realms, and seen this noble animal in all its pride and glory, to contemplate it so rapidly wasting from the world, drawing the irresistible conclusion too, which one must do, that its species is soon to be extinguished, and with it the peace and happiness (if not the actual existence) of the tribes of Indians, who are joint tenants with them, in the occupancy of these vast and idle plains. ** Such scenes might easily have been preserved, and still could be cherished on the great plains of the West, without detriment to the country or its borders ; for the tracts of country on which the buffaloes have assembled, are uniformly sterile, and of no avail. able use to cultivating man. It is on these plains, which are stocked with buffaloes, that the finest specimens of the Indian race are to be seen. It is here that the savage is decorated in the richest costume. It is here, and here only, that his wants are all satisfied, and even the luxuries of life are afforded him in abundance. And here also is he the proud and honourable man (before he has had teachers or laws), above the imported wants, which beget meanness and vice; stimulated by ideas of honour and virtue, in which the God of Nature has certainly not curtailed him. There are, by a fair calculation, more than 300,000 Indians, who ere now subsisted on the flesh of the buffaloes, and were by those animals supplied with all the luxuries of life which they desire, as they know of none others. The great variety of uses to which they convert the body and other parts of that animal, are almost incredible to the person who has not actually dwelt amongst these people, and closely studied their modes and customs. Every part of their flesh is converted into food, in one shape or another, and on it they entirely subsist. The robes of the animals are worn by the Indians instead of blankets-their skins, when tanned, are used as coverings for their lodges, and for their beds; undressed, they are used for constructing canoes--for saddles, for bridles, l'arrêts, lasos and thongs. The horns are shaped into ladles and spoons
the brains are used for dressing the skins--the bones are used for saddle-trees-for war-clubs, and scrapers for graining the robes—and others are broken up for the marrow-fat which is contained in them. Their sinews are used for strings and backs to their bows-for thread to string their beads and sew their dresses. The feet of the animals are boiled, with their hoofs, for the glue they contain, for fastening their arrow-points, and many other uses. The hair from the head and shoulders, which is long, is twisted and braided into halters, and the tail is used for a fly-brush. In this wise do these people convert and use the various parts of this useful animal, and with all these luxuries of life about them, and their numerous games, they are happy (God bless them!) in the ignorance of the disastrous fate that awaits them. Yet this interesting community, with its sports, its wildnesses, its languages, and all its manners and customs, could be perpetuated, and also the buffaloes, whose numbers would increase and supply them with food for ages and centuries to come, if a system of non-intercourse could be established and preserved. But such is not to be the case—the buffalo's doom is sealed, and with their extinction must assuredly sink into real despair and starvation, the inhabitants of these vast plains, which afford for the Indians no other possible means of subsistence; and they must at last fall a prey to wolves and buzzards, who will have no other bones to pick.
BY CHARLES Whitehead.
Mr. Samuel Gipps still lives, is in good health and spirits, and is likely to be a happier man for the time to come than he has been heretofore ; but he no longer lives at No. 15, --Street, in the Strand. I make no question but that by this time even he can venture to smile at a dramatic passage in his life, with which I cannot forego the pleasure of acquainting the reader. Like Shakspeare, he was the sole author of a comedy ; and, like the immortal bard, played but an inconsiderable part in it. But it may be as well if I furnish a short preparatory notice of Mr. Gipps.
Mr. Samuel Gipps was a bachelor, about three-and-forty years of age, and enjoying a small competence, » a phrase which means just such an amount of yearly income as justifies a gentleman in lamenting the high prices of butcher's meat, and other perishable provisions, in boggling about houserent, and in being guilty of the petty disloyalty of cursing, even to his ominous and unanswerable face, the quarterly visit of the collector of Queen's taxes.
Like other young men upon town, Gipps in his time had been fain to content himself with lodgings,-a first floor furnished with conveniences, a street-door key, an a tinder-box and greasy candlestick duly placed on the balustrade side of