George Sand, the wench, has paid no attention to me since I was taken ill; this emancipatrix has most outrageously maltreated my poor friend Chopin, in an awful but divinely written novel.

Ko-kosh was treachersome but I could outwit his kind. I kept a close watch. He stole back my knife but I got it again. I wanted a gun. I couldn't come south without I had a gun and I couldn't hunt my food. We went north on the Lake of the Hurons.

to let the building of a bridge;  to let out the lathing and the plastering

Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!