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11526	Fuller, Margaret	Summer on the Lakes, in 1843			.txt	text/plain	68154	3343	77	But what I liked best was to sit on Table Rock, close to the great fall. Coming up the river St. Clair, we saw Indians for the first time. It is always thus with the new form of life; we must learn to look at it At this time love was the natural guest, and he came to her under a form But the power of fate is with the white man, and the Indian feels it. look of a white man, and I fixed my eye steadily on his. heart, showed the aversion that the white man soon learns to feel for A person who had seen them during great part of a life, expressed his he looked straight into the Indian's eye, and like other wild beasts he the white man, was thus expressed by the Indian orator at Mackinaw while any Indian, his life was placed in great hazard.	./cache/11526.txt	./txt/11526.txt