[GARRY ] DIARY OF NICHOLAS GARRY 115 
Woman. The Indians never pass without making an Offering as they 
consider the Spirit of Nanibogan constantly resides on the Rock and 
presides over the Lake.t It is about 500 yards from the Main Land. 
Our Canadians made an Offering of Tobacco. The whole Scene was so 
wild and romantic that the Imagination and Fancy coupled with the 
Story of the Indians would easily produce the Feeling that you were in 
the Abode of Spirits and Manitoes. At 11 at Night we arrived at Michi- 
copotin. The Indians are very superstitious and are constantly making 
Sacrifices but always to bad Spirits. The Good Spirit they say will 
never hurt them, the bad may. 
Thursday the 28th [June]. Embarked at 9 o’clock. Passed a 
Canoe with an Indian and his Wife. The Husband had his Nose bitten 
off ina drunken Fray. This is common amongst them when they quar- 
rel, and the Husbands very frequently in fits of Jealousy bite off the 
Nose of their Wife that she may appear disgusting to others. This 
however does not alter his own Attachment. In an extreme Fit of 
Jealousy they cut off the Hair and this is considered so disgraceful that 
they seldom survive it, committing Suicide. Our Canoe was within a 
Quarter of a Mile of the Shore, the Coast bold and Mountainous. At 
one o’clock we landed on a Rock so like Copper that it is not wonderful 
Mr. Henry was deceived. Our Canoe still continues along the Shore, 
the Coast more bold and mountainous and the Scene rendered more 
dreary from the whole Country having been overrun by Fire. It is 
singular that where the Pine is destroyed by Fire other Trees such as 
the Poplar, Maple, Ash, &c., grow in its Place. At 9 we encamped. 
Friday the 29th [June]. Embarked at 2, the Weather beautiful, 
running along the Coast, low and uninteresting. Passed several Canoes 
with Indians. The Indians speak French in this Country, that is, they 
say “Bon Jour” and that is all. At 2 we arrived at the Pic, a Post 
belonging to the North West [Company]. At 3 we embarked and at 9 
encamped at a famous Encampment called the Lance de Bouteille.? 
Saturday the 30th [June]. At 3 o’clock found ourselves in our 
Canoe. But I was soon awake by something pulling my Arm. On 
looking up I found a Savage staring me in the Face, not however with 
his Tomahawk in his Hand but a smiling Face and a Dish of very nice 
Trout that he wished us to buy. At 3 we dined and about 5 o’clock we 
arrived at the Country called the Pays Plat. Here the Lake assumes a 
more beautiful Appearance. Hitherto, generally speaking, the Coast 
had been bold, mountainous, rocky, now, if to use so tame an Expression 

1 This account is taken mainly from Alex. Henry (1809), as above, Pt. II., chap. iv. 
? Dance à la Boutterdes. 
