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123_Page 121Friday. 17. teenth. of February. 1843.

Very cold, moderating at noon, to snow untill midnight.
We were all the morning busily prepareing ourselves to make our long intended visit to the “Indians. “I ought not to have gone, as I was not very well, but Julie, over persuaded me. We started off at one o clock, Mr H. comeing up to escort us. Our slay [sic] ride was damp, and before the exhibition commenced, I was completely chilled through.
After waiting an hour, we were ushered in to see the curiosities of the place. The Indians were fine specimens of the “Lords of the Forest”, and the young bride “Do.hum.Me”, very modest, and pretty. Their war dance was shocking, and their looks ferocious. The bride.groom, a terrible looking lover, and painted horridly, sat by his squaw but did not look either at her or the audience. They maintained all their original traits of indifference, in the midst of so much to arouse curiosity.
I was very much gratified to see them, but should like a closer inspection. The children were delighted with every thing, and behaved very well. I was glad to come out as my feet were cold, and to jump in the first slay [sic] we could get, as the snow was falling fast.
We took our dinner at four o clock, and I felt so much wearied as to be fit only for bed. Mr H. poured out tea, and at eight I put my feet in hot water, took a warm brandy punch, and went to bed. A fine glow was the consequence, and I slept soundly until morning. Ice formed thicker in our bed room to night, then on any previous occasion; We have fine winter weather in this month. but it will soon be over; and then comes spring. A visit from Mrs Hutton, I regretted not being at home to receive her, we are both unfortunate in not meeting.
Another “old friend,” came in early this morning.