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_________ Sunday June 30 ___________
Sleep till past noon, and as Mr. M'Dougall is asleep, wait till nearly 6 P.M. for breakfast
Mr M'Donald gets back from below having found & buried Wards body, but Cowles' was not found. Go up to Antoines & have a talk with him, & take tea in the tent with some of the men, day very hot & sultry. Go up to the site of the old fort of which only an old smoke house is standing & am nearly driven wild by mosquitoes, in numbers too great to be described of imagined [[?]]. Back & have dinner about one at night & turn in very late in the morning.

_________ Monday July 1. 1867 ________
Mr M'Dougall trading all day. Look over a lot of his birds & eggs some of which I shall take down. Mr M'Donald preaches to the Indians

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in [[Loucheux?]]. The tribes are the Hun - K or Gens de Troux. [[Tena?]] Katchin, or Gens de Buttes and [[Natché Kutct?]] of Gens de Large, beside the Kutcha Kutchin or Youkon Indians (Loucheux) A cold north wind, fires & no mosquitoes 

__________ Tuesday July 2, 1867 _______
Work over birds, [[Tananah?]] Indians get through trading & leave. Redshirt goes down & I pay him off & buy a bag of him for 1 1/2 skins, of fur, Read Scotts Hair Maid of Pirth. The days are very mixed now but a few hours dusk only, & we rarely get up till past 4 in the afternoon and turn in about the same time at night. Many sick Indians come to me but with no medicine I can do little for them.

______ Wednesday, July 3, 1867 ________
Morning, chilly & cloudy. Read & lay off: Mr. Mc. Donald has the Episcopal Service in the afternoon & a sermon. Go up to Antoines house where he gives us a tune on his fiddle and some of the little Indian boys dance very well to [[strikethrough]] the tune [[/strikethrough]] it. Change some of my good tobacco with A. for the H.B. Cos. tobacco to pay Indians with. A slight rain in evening. It is difficult to pay for work here as there is no money in the Ft., we cannot draw from the H.B. Co and we have next to nothing to give, of our own. Trust to luck.