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EIGHT YEARS' TRAVELS AND RESIDENCE IN EUROPE,
EIGHT YEARS' TRAVELS AND RESIDENCE IN EUROPE
LONDON: PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR, AT HIS INDIAN COLLECTION, NO. 6, WATERLOO PLACE.
The reader of this book, being supposed to have read my former work, in two volumes, and to have got some account from them, of the eight years of my life spent amongst the wild Indians of the "_Far West_," in the forests of America, knows enough of me by this time to begin familiarly upon the subject before us, and to accompany me through a brief summary of the scenes of eight years spent amidst the civilization and refinements of the "_Far East_." After having made an exhibition of my Indian Collection for a short time, in the cities of New York, Boston, and Philadelphia, in the United States, I crossed the Atlantic with it--not with the fear of losing my scalp, which I sometimes entertained when entering the Indian wilderness--and entirely without the expectation of meeting with excitements or novelties enough to induce me to commit the sin of writing another book; and the thought of doing it would never have entered my head, had not another of those untoward accidents, which have directed nearly all the important moves of my life, placed in my possession the materials for the following pages, which I have thought too curious to be withheld from the world.