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McGillis' and two of his men left Leech Lake at 10 o'clock, and arrived at the house of Red Cedar Lake at sunset, a distance of thirty miles. My ankles were very much swelled, and I was very lame. From the entrance of the Mississippi to the strait is called six miles, a southwest course. Thence to the south end, south thirty, east four miles.
My men arrived at the fort about four o'clock. Mr. McGillis asked if I had any objection to his hoisting their flag in compliment to ours. I made none, as I had not yet explained to him my ideas. In making a traverse of the lake some of my men had their ears, some their noses, and others their chins frozen. February 7. Remained within doors, my limbs being still very much swelled.
Addressed a letter to Mr. McGillis on the subject of the North West Company's trade in this quarter. February 8. Took the latitude and found it to be 47° 16´ 13". Shot with our rifles. February 9. M. McGillis and myself paid a visit to Mr. Anderson, an agent of Mr. Dickson, of the lower Mississippi, who resided at the west end of the lake.
My legs and ankles were so much swelled that I was not able to wear my own clothes, and was obliged to borrow some from Mr. McGillis. February 5. One of Mr. McGillis's clerks had been sent to some Indian lodges, and expected to return in four days, but had now been absent nine. Mr. Grant was despatched, in order to find out what had become of him. February 6.
Borwick, St. Albert Mission, Edmonton. Mr. McGillis, residing near Fort Pitt. List of some of the crimes which have been committed in Saskatchewan without investigation or punishment: Murder of a man named Whitford near Rocky Mountains. Murder of George Daniels by George Robertson at White Mud River, Near Victoria. Murder of French half-breed by his nephew at St. Albert.
When at last the music stopped, and John led Amable Morin's girl to one of the benches along the wall, Owen was conscious that an Indian woman crossed the lighted space behind him, and he turned and looked full at Blackbird, and she looked full at him. But she did not stay to be included in the greeting of John McGillis, though English might be better known to her than Owen had supposed.
Again the violins excited that throb of dancing feet, and John McGillis moved his arms in time to the music. "Out wid it, Owen. I'm losin' me shport." "John McGillis, are ye not own cousin to me by raisin of marryin' on as fine a colleen as iver shtepped in Ireland?" "I am, Owen, I am." "Did ye lave that same in sorrow, consatin' to fetch her out to Ameriky whin yer fortune was made?"
"John McGillis, are ye a widdy or are ye not a widdy?" he challenged, as soon as he could speak. "I am, Owen Cunnin', I am," maintained John. "Thin I repate ye're the loire!" And once more they came to the proof, until Owen lay upon the ground kicking to keep his opponent off. "Will I bring ye the dhrop of whiskey, Owen?" suggested John, tenderly.
From where he paused outside, Owen could see mighty hinges stretching across the whole width of these doors. And he could see John McGillis moving among the most agile dancers.
"The blarney of your lip doesn't desave me, John McGillis," responded his cousin the cobbler, with grimness. "But whin will ye give me the word you've got, Owen?" "I'll not give it to ye till the boats go out." "Will ye tell me, is the colleen alive, thin?" "I've tould ye ye're not a widdy." "If the colleen is alive, the towken would be sint to me." "Thin ye've got it," said Owen.
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