14 THE LIFE or

warning to others, but may inspire them with a trust in
God. And not only a warning and a trust, but also
that the World may learn that there once lived such a
man as Kah-ge-ga-gah-bowh, when they read his griefs
and his joys.

My parents were of the Ojebwa nation, who lived on
the lake back of Cobourg, on the shores of Lake Ontario,
Canada West. The lake was called Rice Lake, where
there was a quantity of wild rice, and much game of
different kinds, before the whites cleared away the

woods, where the deer and the bear then resorted.
My father and mother were taught the religion of their

nation. My father became a medicine man in the early
part of his life, and always had by him the implements
or war, which generally distinguish our head men.
He was a good hunter as any in the tribe. Very few
brought more furs than he did in the spring. Every
spring they returned from their hunting grounds. The
Ojebwas each claimed, and claim to this day, hunting
grounds, rivers, lakes, and whole districts of country.
No one hunted on each other’s ground. My father had
the northern fork of the river Trent, above Bellmont
lake.

My great-grandfather was the first who ventured to
settle at Rice Lake, after the Ojebwa nation defeated
the Hurons, who once inhabited all the lakes in VVest-
em Canada, and who had a large village just on the top
of the hill of the Anderson farm, (which was afterwards
occupied by the Ojebwas,) and which furnished a
magnificent view of the lakes and surrounding coun-
try, He was of the Crane tribe, i. e. had a crane for