Travels in the United States, etc.,: during 1849 and 1850./ By the Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley.

"LAST OF THE MOHICANS."'
ing-room is a most charming apartment, with large windows
reaching down to the ground, presenting a lovely view of that
firesh-water sea, Lake Erie.
My own room is really quite luxuriously appointed in some
particulars; first and foremost with regard to some splendid decorations and draperies of beautiful old Greek lace, which our fair
hostess brought with her from the Ionian Islands, where she had
resided for some time (what a change from such an ancient world
as grand old Greece, to this grand young one, Canada!) but there
is nothing gaudy, and nothing that looks out of place here or unsuited to the general character of simplicity of the house, owing to
the exquisite arrangement of all the subordinate parts, and the
graceful tact with which every thing has been ordered and contrived.
The amiable lady of the house tells me she went through a
great deal of discomfort when they first established themselves
here, which I can readily believe; but she seems to make a capital
and very contented emigrant now. Her charming children-one
or more of whom are little Greeks, that is, born in Corfu-seem
to have sufiered nothing from the rigor of a Canadian winter, and
they appear thoroughly to enjoy a Canadian summer. Colonel
Talbot does not live in this house, but in a sort of shanty, which
agrees extremely with my idea (probably a very imperfect one) of
an Indian wigwam, close by. He is going, almost immediately,
to rebuild it, and make a good-sized comfortable house of'it.
His life has been replete with adventures, since he came out
here as a settler between forty and fifty years ago. He has performed almost prodigies here, and possesses immense tracts of country in these wild regions. In former days he used to milk his
own cows, and drive them home from their pasturing places, for
many miles sometimes; and besides, he did all the household work
in his establishment; cooked, churned butter, washed, &c. His
energy and perseverance were finally rewarded with great success;
and he is lord of almost a principality here, and of a very flourishing one, apparently, too. lie tells me he is in reality "the last of
the Mohicans," having been adopted many years ago into this
gallant tribe, and called by them by an Indian name, which I will
not attempt to spell. He told me a remarkable instance of the
accurate memory of the North American Indians. It seems that,
having been away, and not having seen any of the tribe for a great
many years, one day, on his return, he met an Indian, whom he
did not in the least recognize, but who, the moment he saw him,
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