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long, circular-roofed medicine lodge. Four members of the Museum 

 staff, Messrs. Pope. Tyrrell, Majerowski, and Skinner, together with 

 John Satterlee, our future guide, were all there. We passed on, how- 

 ever, to admire the Keshena Falls of the Wolf river, and to reach the 

 Agency Industrial School, where the above four members of the Museum 

 staff were making their headquarters. Learning that there was no space 

 available in Keshena, we drove on to Shawano, putting up at the hotel 

 "X-lO-U-8", which was very comfortable, and which was chosen after 

 inquiring the rates of the other accommodations in town. 



With Shawano as a base. I drove to Keshena every morning at 7 

 o'clock and returned each evening by dark. In this way, and in wander- 

 ing through the reservation with my guide, the speedometer in six days 

 registered two hundred fifty miles although it is only seven miles from 

 Shawano to Keshena. Staying in Shawano, also had its advantages in 

 caring for my specimens. Mehlenberg's Bakery had a large sand-cov- 

 ered oven, where I could dry my plants in a safe heat, and take care of 

 the large quantities I collected day by day. Imagine a warm summer 

 day at ninety in the shade, then a wandering botanist stripped to the 

 waist, changing blotters and scattering them to dry on top of the oven. 

 No sweat box in a gymnasium is more efficient. 



Uncle John Satterlee. who has given like assistance to many scien- 

 tists, was my guide. Uncle John, who was official interpreter at the 

 post for thirty years, is a fine, loveable character, half Menomini him- 

 self, and a strange mixture of pagan and Christian. He knows all the 

 ceremonies and medicines belonging to the Medicine Lodge, and believes 

 in them, too, but believes also in casting an additional anchor to wind- 

 ward, so has joined the local mission. Perhaps the latter precaution is 

 taken for the white half while the former is for the Indian. At any 

 rate, he has thus assured himself a niche somewhere in Heaven. 



He is the champion story-teller of all the Menomini, and would 

 rather relate them than eat. At that, he is the champion eater of the 

 Menomini. He is known to every Indian on the reservation and re- 

 spected by them, too. He is also favorably known by all the whites 

 as an industrious man. His startling command of the English lan- 

 guage is an unfailing source of surprise to his white friends. 



The object of this collecting trip of two weeks was to ascertain the 

 various uses of native plants by the Indians for the preparation of a 

 bulletin on the Ethno-botany of the Menomini Indians. They are one of 

 the few aboriginal peoples in this region who still cling extensively to 



