“Dirty!” cried the old man, astonished that we should object to the fruit on that score. “It ought to be clean; it has been washed often enough. Owgh! You see, Moodie,” he continued, “I have no hat--never wear hat--want no shade to my eyes--love the sun--see all around me--up and down--much better widout hat. Could not put grapes in hat--blanket-coat too large, crush fruit, juice run out. I had noting but my shirt, so I takes off shirt, and brings grape safe over the water on my back. Papouse no care for dirty shirt; their _lee-tel bellies have no eyes_.” In spite of this eloquent harangue, I could not bring myself to use the grapes, ripe and tempting as they looked, or give them to the children. Mr. W---- and his wife happening to step in at that moment, fell into such an ecstacy at the sight of the grapes, that, as they were perfectly unacquainted with the circumstance of the shirt, I very _generously_ gratified their wishes by presenting them with the contents of the large dish; and they never ate a bit less sweet for the novel mode in which they were conveyed to me! The Indians, under their quiet exterior, possess a deal of humour. They have significant names for every thing, and a nickname for every one, and some of the latter are laughably appropriate. A fat, pompous, ostentatious settler in our neighbourhood they called _Muckakee_, “the bull-frog.” Another, rather a fine young man, but with a very red face, they named _Segoskee_, “the rising sun.” Mr. Wood, who had a farm above ours, was a remarkably slender young man, and to him they gave the appellation of _Metiz_, “thin stick.” A woman, that occasionally worked for me, had a disagreeable squint; she was known in Indian by the name of _Sachábó_, “cross-eye.” A gentleman with a very large nose was _Choojas_, “big, or ugly nose.” My little Addie, who was a fair, lovely creature, they viewed with great approbation, and called _Anoonk_, “a star;” while the rosy Katie was _Nogesigook,_ “the northern lights.” As to me, I was _Nonocosiqui_, a “humming-bird;” a ridiculous name for a tall woman, but it was reference to the delight I took in painting birds. My friend, Emilia, was “blue cloud;” my little Donald, “frozen face;” young C----, “the red-headed woodpecker,” from the colour of his hair; my brother, _Chippewa_, and “the bald-headed eagle.” He was an especial favourite among them.