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Tm: LIFE, HIsTor.Y, AND TRAVELS or KAH-GE-GA-GAH-Bown,
(George Copway,) a young Indian chief of the Ojebwa
nation, a convert to the Christian faith, and a Missionary
to his people for twelve years, &c., &c. VVritten by
himself. Philadelphia: J. Harmstead, 1947.

An Indian author! If he should immortalize himself
by his writings, the literary world will be puzzled to pro-
nounce his name. Kah-ge-ga-gab-bowh! What a jaw-
breaker! It is worse than Spanish. Yet the bearer of
this euphonious name has written a very creditable book,
and a very interesting one too, and a very handsome one
into the bargain. There are some passages of decided
beauty in it, that remind us of specimens that have fre-
quently been published of Indian eloquence. We will
give two or three.

“ I was born in nrzfu7*e’s u-ide domain ." The trees were
all that sheltered my infant limbs—-the blue heavens all
that covered me. I am one of nature’s children; I have
always admired her; she shall be my glory; her features——-
her robes, and the wreath about her brow—the seasons-—
her stately oaks, and the evergreen—her hair—ring|ets
over the earth, all contribute to my enduring love of her;
and wherever I see her, emotions of pleasure roll in my
breast, and swell and burst like waves on the shores of the
ocean, in prayer and praise to Him, who has placed me in
her hand. It is thought great to be born in palaces, sur-
rounded with wealth——but to be born in nature’s wide do-

main is greater still!”
HIS MOTHER.

“The c0n.vers2'on of my mot/zer took place during the
summer, on Poutash Island, where the Indians had erected
a bark chapel. For two years she lived in the enjoyment
of religion. Before this chapel was ready she would call