er circle at a
respectful distance.

Esock Mayall, son of the adopted white chief, now advanced from the
chief's tent, with his bride leaning on his left arm, arrayed in all the
glory of Indian simplicity, followed by the Indian chief and the adopted
chief, Wolf-hunter, young Mayall's father. As the young couple advanced
to the centre of the ring the two chiefs closed up the space. The
marriage ceremony was brief and simple, and amounted to little more than
the mutual promise made by the bride and groom to live together in love
and harmony.

The two chiefs now retired from the space they occupied, the ring closed
up, each Indian maiden throwing her bouquet on the ground, forming a
circle around the young couple. A signal was given, the music sounded
they then chased each other around the circle with measured tread, all
keeping time with the music for a few moments, when the music stopped
and each couple faced inward and picked up their bouquets, when the
music again started its hollow, rattling sound. Then the bride and groom
joined the circle, and the ring danced round and round for the space of
an hour or more, stopping at intervals and facing inward, until the
music ceased and the ring was seated on the ground and partook of a
supper of wild fowls, venison and corn-bread, after which they all shook
hands with the newly married pair, wishing them peace and prosperity in
their forest home to which they were about to remove. The guests then
returned to their homes, and no time was lost in preparing for their
journey to their new home.

The following morning all things were in readiness. Their team was
hitched up and the wagon was loaded with a few cooking utensils. Esock
Mayall's mother, three children, himself and young bride, started early
for their home in the wilderness, whilst the Indian chief who was to
accompany them to their new home and enjoy the Indian summer in the
forest, and spend the hunting season with them, traveled on foot with
the elder Mayall, and piloted out the best route for the wagon, removing
such obstructions as they found in the path. Mayall said he would take
the axe and the Indian chief the gun, and one would clear the path of
logs and the other of game.

In this manner they proceeded for three days, arriving near sunset on
the bank of the East Canada Creek, at a place now called Russia,
opposite the cottage built by Mayall when he passed up the creek on his
summer excursion. Not finding