Tuesday, June 8, 2010

June 8th

Nothing whatever going on today. Our village is slowly progressing. The halfbreeds with their lodges render things more lively in appearance. Last night the men of ‘F’ Troop gave a dance to the halfbreeds – everyone seemed to enjoy themselves most heartily, dancing their reels and jigs, and old fiddler perched upon an elevated seated [ ? ] beat time with both feet and jerked head and arms about in a most remarkable manner. They kept the fun going until about midnight and Fort McLeod returned to its wonted state of repose.