In The Middle Of The Sixteenth Century,

We Were In All Four Men With Eight Animals; For Besides The Spare Horses Led By Shaw And Myself, An Additional Mule Was Driven Along With Us As A Reserve In Case Of Accident.

In The Middle Of The Sixteenth Century, Spain Was The Incubus Of Europe. Gloomy And Portentous, She Chilled The World With Her Baneful Shadow.

We Were Now Arrived At The Close Of Our Solitary Journeyings Along The St. Joseph's Trail.

When America Was First Made Known To Europe, The Part Assumed By France On The Borders Of That New World Was Peculiar, And Is Little Recognized. While The Spaniard Roamed Sea And Land, Burning For Achievement, Red-hot With Bigotry And Avarice, And While England, With Soberer Steps And A Less Dazzling Result, Followed In The Path Of Discovery And Gold-hunting, It Was From France That Those Barbarous Shores First Learned To Serve The Ends Of Peaceful Commercial Industry.

Four Men Are Missing; R., Sorel And Two Emigrants. They Set Out This Morning After Buffalo, And Have Not Yet Made Their Appearance; Whether Killed Or Lost, We Cannot Tell.