ABSTRACT
Poor Edward, clad only in the suit which Nature gave him on his birth-day, walked o in naked majesty between Awattahowee and the old lady, accompanied however with the songs and acclamations of the surrounding multitude; and turning about to view what became of his companions, he had the satisfaction to see they also/ had found deliverers, and that the spectacle of misery was at an end. Weenacoba (or the Turkey Hen), the name of his kind protectress, led him directly to her wigwawm, a habitation far from being uncomfortable. Her rst care was to anoint his whole body with bear’s-grease; an operation which, though entirely new to him, and perhaps not the most agreeable, he yet soon found to be highly bene cial, as it e ectually protected his skin from the bites of musquitoes and other insects, and also from the heat of the sun. She next threw over his shoulders a grand war-belt, from which was suspended the spotted skin of a panther, dressed in a manner that rendered it as so as velvet, and which relieved his modesty from any of those awkward sensations from which the more liberal manners of the lady seemed to be entirely exempted. She then powdered his hair with vermilion, and, setting herself down on a kind of sofa, cut (not without art) out of a solid block of timber, she contemplated his gure with the utmost/ satisfaction. Lastly, fastening on his feet a pair of moccassins, which are so contrived as to adjust themselves to almost any measure, he was completely dressed.
