From the time we covered him (twenty-five minutes past 10 P.M.) to the time we had done hunting for the twine that tied his fingers, not quite five minutes elapsed. And not one and a half minutes [passed] before his blanket and the cords were thrown out to us! Not one of them, apparently (one knot) _untied_! My astonishment and apprehensions of his being entirely carried off from us were such that I was nearly springing up to haul him out for fear of his being forever lost. The others continued singing a few other songs, and I had the utmost anxiety in hearing [him] repeatedly call out, as if in the greatest apprehensions himself, "Enough! Enough! {58} Enough of ye I say!", and frequently for the space of some minutes repeating the same, and now and then calling out, "Do not _Thou_ enter!" The _Stone_ was the first one known to us by his song; for every one, almost, that entered sang _his_ song, to which those (the Indians) on the outside would keep chorus. A vast number entered. I verily believe upward of an hundred [did so], for upwards of that number of times the frame shook back and forwards, and very smartly, as if to fall. And among the first were some truly terrible characters. I have almost entirely converted myself from these foolish ideas of ghosts and hobgoblins, but I assure you in truth that I more than once felt very uneasy. The Ice entered. He made a noise extremely resembling that made by a person shivering with cold, loud, and hoarse and _liquid_. The Devil _himself_ also entered in _propria persona_, in a very authoritative and commanding manner. I assure you there was no laughing nor gigling outside. All the time he sang and spoke. The Turtle spoke as an old, jocular man. "I hate the French, for in their travels, when they find me, they kill me and eat me. I shall answer none of their questions." But this was a joke, for he laughed. "Speak out, Turtle! Speak out louder that we hear thee!" said those without. "I would too," replied he, "but my voice is so strong I must contract it thus, otherwise ye could not endure the sound of it. Stop!" continued he, "I must imitate the drunk!" which he did to the great diversion of us all. And [he] concluded with snoring, the natural end of all drunken feasts, and then became quiet. On which another voice (which I also perfectly heard and understood as well [as] the Turtle herself [sic]) cried out, "See! See if she does not look like a frog stretched out!" and this raised a proper laugh both in and out. The Dog entered, and spoke perfectly plain and [distinctly], and with a more elegant and harmonious voice [than] I ever heard in my life. Bears of three or four different sorts, the Horse, Moose, Skeletons, spirits of departed and _still living friends_ entered. But none but the latter and above mentioned were to be understood by any but the conjurer himself.