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wraps himself in his buffaloe robe for the night 

 without the least inconvenience. 



On my return to the Fort, I had an oppor- 

 tunity of hearing from a chief of a small tribe of 

 Chippeways, surrounded by a party of his young 

 men, a most pathetic account, and a powerful 

 declaration of revenge against the Sioux Indians, 

 who had tomahawked and scalped his son. 

 Laying his hand upon his heart as he related 

 the tragical circumstance, he emphatically ex- 

 claimed, f It is here I am affected, and feel my 

 loss then raising his hand above his head, he 

 said, ' the spirit of my son cries for vengeance. 

 It must be appeased. His bones lie on the 

 ground uncovered. We want ammunition : 

 give us powder and ball, and we will go and 

 revenge his death upon our enemies.' Their 

 public speeches are full of bold metaphor, 

 energy and pathos. " No Greek or Roman 

 orator ever spoke perhaps with more strength 

 and sublimity than one of their chiefs when 

 asked to remove with his tribe to a distance 

 from their native soil." f We were born/ said 

 he, c on this ground, our fathers lie buried in it, 

 shall we say to the bones of our fathers, arise, 

 and come with us into a foreign land ? ' 



One of the Indians left his wampum, or belt, 



