120 THE LIFE or

This country, is, indeed, a dangerous place for the Ojebwa Missionaries; but not so for the whites, for they never pretend to interfere with them, in any way.

Before Conference, and while I was obliged to be at their mission, for there was no other road for us to go, the Sioux tried to intimidate me by pointing their guns to my breast, and by flourishing their war clubs about my head; they would say; “I wish you had longer hair, so that I could take a good hold of it and scalp you.” I cannot describe myfeelings, on this occasion, better, than by quoting, with a little alteration, from the immortal bard of Avon :——“ They were so terrible, that they shook my soul, and made my seated heart knock at my ribs against the use of nature; cold drops of sweat hung on my trembling flesh, my blood grew chilly, and I seemed to freeze with horror.” I would often go and see them in their Tepees (wigwams ;) this was good policy. They frequently showed me some of the scalps of the Ojebwas, and danced the scalping dance. VVhat awful noises they made, as they danced in their

fantastic dresses, with their faces painted black. They ,

reminded me much ofhis Satanic and fiendish majesty, rejoicing over a damned spirit entering hell.

During this summer, I accompanied brother Kava- naugh to Sandy Lake Mission, at the head of the Mis- sissippi. I returned by the Falls of St. Anthony, while

Brother Kavanaugh went by the way of Lake Superior, _ ,

he having business with the American Fur Company. VVhen I arrived, I learned that the elder son of Brother Kavanaugh had been drowned ; he fell from a ledge of rocks. Sister Kavanaugh felt deeply, this merciful y