THE LIFE OF KAH-GE-GA-GAH-BOWH.

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I CHAPTER I.

THE Christian will no doubt feel for my poor people,
when he hears the story of one brought from that
unfortunate race called the Indians. The lover of
humanity will be glad to see that that once powerful
race can be made to enjoy the blessings oflife.

What was once impossible—or rather thought to be-
is made possible through my experience. I have made
many close observations of men, and things around me ;
but, I regret to say, that I do not think I have made as

good use of my opportunities as I might have done.
It will be seen that I know but little—yet 0 how pre-
cious that little !—I would rather lose my right hand
than be deprived of it.

I loved the woods, and the chase. I had the nature
for it, and gloried in nothing else. The mind for letters
was in me, but was asleep, till the dawn of Christianity
arose, and awoke the slumbers of the soul into energy

and acfion.
You will see that I served the imaginary gods of my

poor blind father. I was out early and late in quest of
the favors of the Mon-e-doos (spirits,) who, it was said,
were numerous—who filled the air! At early dawn I