twenty-six of which were passed in the woods. During this time they saw no human beings but those of their own party; but after making the bank of the river, they fell in with some Indians, who travelled with them to Quebec. The Indians provided the travellers with food during the time they were with them, and otherwise treated them kindly, saying, "We are all one brother; all one Indian." Lord Edward gallantly burthened himself with the pack of one of the squaws, which was so heavy that he could hardly struggle onward with it in the deep snow. "When we arrived," says Fitzgerald in his letter to his mother, "you may guess what figures we were. We had not shaved or washed during the journey, and our blankets, coats, and trousers were all worn out and pieced. We went to two or three houses, but they would not let us in. There was one old lady exactly like the hostess in ’Gil Blas’ who told us there was one room—it was without stove or bed—which I might have if I pleased. I told her we were gentlemen. She very quietly said, ’I dare say you are,’ and left us." At last they obtained lodgings in an alehouse, and became objects of considerable curiosity among the settlers.
Inured by excursions of this kind, the adventurous Lord Edward subsequently set out on a much longer journey—his intention being to pass from Quebec, through the country of the Indians, to Detroit and Fort Pit, and thence to New Orleans, thus traversing the whole length of the North American continent, his intention being then to extend his journey through Mexico, to the silver mines of Spanish America. The celebrated Indian chief, who had visited England under
