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Updated: May 16, 2025
Absorbed in reverie, he took his way slowly and with downcast looks towards the British embassy, at which it was well to ascertain whether the impending war yet necessitated special passports for Germany. "Bon-jour, cher ami," said a pleasant voice; "and how long have you been at Paris?" "Oh, my dear M. Savarin! charmed to see you looking so well! Madame well too, I trust?
When I rose the next morning, a breeze had sprung up, and we were proceeding merrily along under sail as well as steam. The first person I met was Monsieur Ménou, who wished me a bon-jour in, as I thought, a somewhat colder tone than he had hitherto used towards me, and looked me at the same time enquiringly in the face.
A shout of welcome was sent forth, as they recognized Shaw-nee-aw-kee, who, from a seven years' residence among them, was well known to each individual. A shake of the hand, and an emphatic "Bon-jour bon-jour," is the customary salutation between the Indian and the white man. "Do the Indians speak French?" I inquired of my husband.
Our journey this day led us past the first of the Four Lakes. Scattered along its banks was an encampment of Winnebagoes. They greeted their Father with vociferous joy "Bon-jour, bon-jour, Shaw-nee-aw-kee," "Hee-nee-kar-ray-kay-noo?" To this succeeded the usual announcement, "Wys-kap-rah tshoonsh-koo-nee-noh!"
"Bon-jour, bon-jour, Maman!" was their salutation, and they instantly plunged out of doors to relate to their companions what had happened. Our afternoon's ride was over a prairie stretching away to the northeast No living creature was to be seen upon its broad expanse, but flying and circling over our heads were innumerable flocks of curlews, "Screaming their wild notes to the listening waste."
But we got through at last, and, arriving at the head of the rapids, I found the boat lying there, all in readiness for our re-embarking. Our Menomonee guide, Wish-tay-yun, a fine, stalwart Indian, with an open, good-humored, one might almost say roguish countenance, came forward to be presented to me. "Bon-jour, bon-jour, maman," was his laughing salutation.
We were now fairly in the Winnebago country, and I soon learned that the odd-sounding name of the place was derived from the principal chief of the nation, whose residence it was. The inhabitants were absent, having, in all probability, departed to their wintering grounds. We here took leave of our friend Wish-tay-yun, at the borders of whose country we had now arrived. "Bon-jour, Chon!"
Pots slung in the smoke and blaze were bubbling merrily, under presidence of a red night-capped French Canadian, who acted as cook, and was as civil, after the manner of his race, as if the new arrivals were expected guests. 'Ah, bon-jour, Messieurs; vous êtes les bienvenus. Oui, monsieur sans doute ce sont des gens de chantier.
Absorbed in reverie, he took his way slowly and with downcast looks towards the British embassy, at which it was well to ascertain whether the impending war yet necessitated special passports for Germany. "Bon-jour, cher ami," said a pleasant voice; "and how long have you been at Paris?" "Oh, my dear M. Savarin! charmed to see you looking so well! Madame well too, I trust?
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