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Reminscences of early Michigan History 1800's
The winter passed without any more excitement. One pleasant day in the spring, while alone, I saw Mr. White Devil coming up from the other trading house apparently a little "set up, " and I thought he would probably give me a call. I had not seen him all winter. I had kept a good hickory cane, about an inch in diameter, in the store in case of necessity, which I took in hand. White Devil came in, threw off his pack of traps and fixtures for his spring trapping, seated himself on a stool, looked ugly and about half tight. He raised his head and says, "Mis-shay-way, " (my Indian name, meaning Big Elk, ) with an insolent and defiant bearing, which a half-drunken Indian only can assume, "give me some whisky. " I refused.
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