shall teach him to hunt and to fish, and he will be as the son of the Red Man."

'This address was received with joyful acclamations; and my uncle, like one in a dream, was carried back to the wigwam upon the shoulders of Indians, who, leaving him to the care of his adopted father, spent the day in mirth and dancing. My uncle, whose life was thus wonderfully spared, never for a moment doubted that it was solely by the interposition of Providence, and gave thanks where it was due. A day was soon after appointed to adopt my uncle as the chief who was to rule the tribe after the old chief's death; and he underwent the ceremonies observed amongst the savage tribes of North America. His body was handsomely tattooed, his ears pierced, and also his nose, to all of which were appended ornaments; and his skin being stained, and attired in the full war-dress of an Indian chief, with the rifle, the deadly tomahawk, and scalping-knife, he was, I am told, a very handsome-looking person. The ceremony concluded by his having the name of John bestowed upon him.

'Only too grateful to have his life spared, young John soon fell into all the customs of his new friends. He accompanied his father in the chase, and became an expert huntsman; and this roving and exciting occupation became delightful to him. If he had any ambition, here it might be gratified: he would, at some future period, preside over a numerous body of Indians, who felt some degree of awe for one who was guarded by the Great Spirit. Youth soon reconciles itself to a situation that is not uncomfortable upon the whole; and young John, who was particularly attached to the chief, seemed to forget that he was not a red-skin from the first. His promotion, although approved of by the greater number of the tribe, had raised some envy and jealousy amongst those who were related to John, and they only waited an opportunity to do him an injury. And so it chanced. When some of the tribe, accompanied by my uncle, were out hunting, a huge panther was

tracked and fired at; and as the Indians pursued the animal closely, he took refuge in a cave, and every attempt to dislodge him was found to be vain. It was now the time for the discontented to endeavour to get rid of their rival, and with furious threats, they insisted that he should enter the cave, and drive out the panther. This attempt he looked upon as certain death, as the cave was so low that he must have gone in on his hands and knees. But expostulation and remarks upon the injustice of their conduct were only answered by a blow of the tomahawk; and seeing there was no alternative, he crept in upon his hands, holding his scalping-knife between his teeth. The cave was so dark, that some minutes elapsed before he could distinguish the animal, which had retreated into a corner of the den, in the agonies of death, having been mortally wounded by one of the Indians. My uncle having advanced cautiously, drew his knife across the throat of the panther, and seizing him by the tail, dragged him out of the den, and with an air of indignation, threw him down before the astonished savages, who, humbled and crest-fallen, were convinced that he bore a charmed life, and that it was fruitless to endeavour to injure him.

'Three years were passed away by my uncle amongst the Indians; and having accumulated a considerable number of skins, and other products of their country, John proposed that a party of the tribe should proceed to the United States, to exchange them for powder and shot, which they now stood much in need of. Accordingly, he, with his adopted son, and seven of their followers, proceeded to Charleston. Here it was that my uncle recognised one of the officers of the 42d. Home and all its sweet associations rushed into his heart, and he went up directly and addressed his old companion in arms, who, if possible, was more astonished at hearing a young Indian speak in his own language. It was some time before he could be brought to acknowledge his identity. His adopted father was all this while standing beside them, his anxious, piercing looks full of anxiety,

which was increased when he found that my uncle intended accompanying the officer to his quarters, where he followed them.

'A long and interesting conversation took place, and his friend represented in the strongest terms the folly of spending his life amidst a tribe of savages, and recalled to my uncle the duty he owed to his parent, his king, and his country; in return, my uncle pleaded all he owed to his adopted father. His friend did not press the subject too keenly at the moment; but having written to the commanding officer the history of Charles's captivity, an order was despatched to Charles, claiming him as a British officer, and commanding him to join his regiment with as little delay as possible.

There was no disputing this order, as he would be considered a deserter; and he had the painful duty of explaining this to Michigan John, who was overwhelmed with grief. He endeavoured by every means in his power to prevail on my uncle to go home with him. "Return, return, my son, John, with your old father! Why should you seek again to become a white - skin? Oh! my son, John, break not the heart of your Indian father!" Everything was done to comfort and console him, but with little success, until the old chief made up his mind that the Good Spirit called his son away to his own people; and after choosing the best of the furs, and everything that he thought would be valued, he took a last parting farewell, and turned his face towards the Lake Michigan. My uncle proceeded to New York, where his extraordinary adventures had travelled before him, and every one was anxious to see the handsome Indian chief. This desire was most strongly felt by the ladies; and a fair American girl, who heard him relate his romantic tale with modesty and ingenuousness, shewed that she loved him for the dangers he had passed; and he was too gallant a soldier not to be flattered by the interest she expressed. And while he gained a step in the 42d, he lost his heart in New York; and fearing to be called a heartless man, he had nothing for it but to agree to

an exchange or barter. The regiment was ordered to England, and Charles along with it. If his adventures had made a sensation in New York, he was still a greater lion in London. And one of his majesty's ministers wrote my uncle, that it would be agreeable that he should spend an evening at his house, and that a certain member of the royal family would honour the company with his presence, having a desire to see him, in the Indian costume, dance the celebrated war-dance. All of these requests my uncle did not consider himself at liberty to refuse, and acquitted himself so well, that his dance and tremendous war-whoop electrified the whole assembly.

'After remaining a short time in London, he returned home to his native glen, to visit his relations; and recollecting, after a reasonable time, that his heart was on the other side of the Atlantic, and finding himself uncomfortable without it, he set out again for New York, to unite himself to his lady-love; leaving, as parting gifts, his Indian dress, tomahawk, and scalping-knife, which are hung up in the hall as memorials of the true tale of Michigan John, alias Charles Grant of Glen.'

TRIP ON THE CLYDE AND LOCH LOMOND.

AT six o'clock precisely, on a fine morning of June, wethat is to say, a friend and I, tourists both-met at the Broomielaw, to start for Loch Lomond. We had our choice of two steamers at that hour, both of them lying a few yards below the New Glasgow Bridge, and close to each other. After being subjected to a little rival solicitation, we went on board of one, and about five minutes after six, the steam was put on, and the vessel commenced her route.

There is a delightful exhilaration of spirits, resulting from the rapid cleaving of the fresh cool morning air which accompanies the motion of a steam-boat.

The

sensation resembles closely the buoyancy attendant on horseback exercise. Such, at least, was the nature of our own feelings on this summer morn. For a considerable way below Glasgow, the banks of the Clyde do not present any objects of remarkable interest. We get glimpses, it is true, of villas and smoke - emitting villages here and there in the distance, but we wish to confine our remarks more immediately to the river-side. A few miles down, on the left bank, a ruined mansion appears, which was once a seat of the noble family of Sempill, one of the decayed Scottish houses, which are deeply interesting from the distinguished figure which they played in our history of old. The Sempills were noted through several generations for their poetical abilities. The song of Maggie Lauder, and that called, She rose and loot me in, were the productions of one of the family in James VII.'s time. They had large possessions once in Renfrewshire, as the names of Castle Semple' and other places indicate to this day. The ruined house on the Clyde is still, we believe, the property of the inheritor of the family honours the Baroness Sempill. We do not know how other Scotsmen feel in these times on the subject, but we confess that it goes to our own heart to think of the decay of our old historical houses, and such ruins as these are full of a melancholy interest in our eyes. In itself, the crumbling mansion is noway remarkable, being comparatively modern in its architecture.

About five miles below Glasgow, the shire of Dumbarton begins on the right bank of the Clyde, and presents a number of fine seats to the eye of the steam-boat traveller, in the course of the several miles of coast above the town of Dumbarton. As you draw near to the latter place, a projecting point is shewn to you, close on the river, where it is said the Roman Wall between the Forth and Clyde terminated. In the neighbourhood of this promontory appears a remarkable hill or eminence, of a volcanic or basaltic character, and styled Dumbuck. But by far the most striking object, we need scarcely say, in this region, is one which fills the eye and attracts the chief