CHAPTER VIII.

_Council with the Chippewas at Cass Lake.—Speeches of Oza

Windib, Neezh Opinais, and Wai Wain Jeegun.—Distribution

of presents.—Geographical and Geological notices of Cass

Lake.—Colcaspi Isle.—Allen’s Bay.—Pike’s Bay.—Heights and

distances.—Tributary of Turtle River.—Turtle Lake.—Portage from

Cass Lake to Leech Lake.—Hieroglyphic marks.—Moss Lake.—Reach

Lake Shiba.—The source of the River Shiba flowing into Leech

Lake.—Traverse Leech Lake at night, and encamp at Guelle Plat’s

village.—Received by the Indians with respect.—Description

of Leech Lake.—Its population and principal Chiefs.—Warlike

character of the Pillagers.—Efforts made by them to defend the

Chippewa frontiers.—Their warfare defensive._

Health, and a peaceable intercourse with the natives, had, under

Providence, preserved our party at the island in Cass Lake, and we

rejoined them in their encampment, with mutual pleasure. The day

following our arrival, being Monday, was devoted to the formalities of

a council with the Indians. I stated to them the objects of my visit

to the region, so far as these related to them—the desire felt by

the Government for their welfare, and its anxiety to cultivate their

friendship—and endeavored to impress upon their minds, the importance

of terminating their warfare with their hereditary enemies, the Sioux.

Oza Windib spoke in reply. Thanks, he said, were all they had to

offer me, and through me, to the Great Chief of America, for the

charitable feelings which had led to my visit, and the good counsels

he had received. He should remember these counsels. They would be

kept in his heart. He would endeavor to act by them. And although not

himself a Chief, or the son of a Chief, he would exert the influence

he possessed, to induce his people to live in peace, and to listen to

the voice of counsel. He rejoiced to see the American flag displayed

at this remote point, and should the master of life preserve him

till another year, it was his fixed purpose to visit the Agency at

Michilimackinac.

The son of Neezh Openais, or the Twin Birds, followed him. He said

his father had received his medal from the American Chief, (the

present Secretary of War, Hon. Lewis Cass.) who had visited, this

lake, thirteen summers before. His father was now at Red Lake, but in

going there, he had carried with him his friendship for the American

Government, and he had directed him to express it to me, and to unite

in the promotion of any good measure proposed. He assented to the

sentiments uttered by Oza Windib. He approved of the advice. He would

act by it. He thanked me, as being the bearer of it, and he looked to

me to direct the Chippewas in their affairs, and to make them prosper.

A deputy from the band at Red Lake, then delivered a peace pipe, with

its garnished stem, decked with feathers, from Wai Wain Jeegun, a War

Chief of that lake. He had sent it, it was declared, as a token of

his friendship—his remembrance of the power that permitted traders to

come into their country to supply them with goods, and his hope and

expectation, that his remote position, and limited authority, might not

operate, to render his present unwelcome. It had been prepared by his

own hand. Although he had wielded the war club, it was in self defence,

and to prevent others from saying he is a coward. The peace pipe he

offered, he smoked, however, with his heart.

The distribution of presents to the promiscuous assembly of men,

women, and children, the payment of those who had furnished canoes,

and the rewarding of the guides, closed the business of the council. I

invested Oza Windib with a flag and the President’s medal, delivered

a flag into the hands of Neezh Openais, for his father, and sent a

message, with an acknowledgment and presents, to Wai Wain Jeegun. These

things dispatched, we prepared to embark for the portage to Leech Lake.

But previous to quitting this lake, it may be proper to subjoin a few

particulars respecting it, which, from a desire to gain a more perfect

knowledge of it, were omitted, on first entering it.

Cass Lake occupies a position on the American continent, and

particularly in relation to the Upper Mississippi, which makes it

desirable to acquire more accurate details and observations than it

fell to our lot to be enabled to make. But in the absence of such

data, such facts as our means permitted, may be substituted. We were

impressed with its extent, the picturesque character of its islands,

and the diversified appearance of its very irregular woodland shores.

Its geological features are similar to those of Leech Lake and Lake

Winnipec, being a basin of diluvial formation, spotted with islands,

occupying a position on the great marine sand district of the Upper

Mississippi. This district abounds in pure springs, and is so

impervious in its lower strata, that it has probably retained to the

present day, more water in the character of lakes, large and small,

than any other part of the world. The greatest expanse of the lake

appears to lie in the direction from north to south. Its length is from

northeast to south-west. From the time consumed in passing through it,

it cannot fall short of sixteen miles. It has four islands, the largest

of which Colcaspi or Grand Island, which is itself of a most striking

shape, occupying a large area in its centre and presenting its green

forests of elm and oak in striking contrast with the bright expanse of

waters. Allen’s Bay[9] is, properly the head of this lake, receiving

the Mississippi from the west. Nothing, however, in the mere figure of

the lake, is so characteristic as the noble bay which puts out from its

southern shore, presenting an expanse of clear and deep water which

we were an hour, with every exertion, in crossing transversely. This

bay was visited on the ice by the late General Pike, in his search

of the sources of the Mississippi in the winter of 1806, and it may

be appropriately named after a man, who, both as a traveller and a

soldier, has so fair a claim to remembrance.

Cass Lake has been estimated to be within a few miles of 3,000 from the

Gulf of Mexico, and to lie at an elevation of 1,330 feet above that

point of the Atlantic waters; its distance northwest of Sandy Lake, is

about two hundred and seventy miles, and of Fond du Lac, four hundred

and twenty miles. Estimates make it one hundred and eighty-two miles

below the true source of the Mississippi in Itasca Lake, and sixty

south of Red Lake. It receives Turtle River on its northern shore.

This river is ascended through eleven small lakes, a distance of about

thirty-eight to forty miles to its origin in Turtle Lake, once deemed

to be the source of the Mississippi.[10] There is a portage from the

lake, for light packages of goods, across the summit level of the

Mississippi valley into Red Lake, and the fertile valley of Red river.

The latter embraces the settlements planted by the Earl of Selkirk,

the inhabitants of which maintained their existence for several years

against the strenuous opposition of the North West Company, and they

appear now to be in a state of comparative prosperity under the

direction of a local governor, council, and clergy.

The portage from Pike’s Bay, (where we arrived at twelve o’clock in

the morning, after a two hours journey from the island,) commences

on the edge of an open pine forest, interspersed with shrub oak. The

path is deeply worn, and looks as if it might have been used by the

Indians, for centuries. It lies across a plain presenting the usual

aridity of similar formations, and exhibiting the usual growth of

underbrush and shrubbery. I observed the alum root, harebell and sweet

fern, scattered through the more prevalent growth of wortle berry, L.

latifolia, &c. Markings and hieroglyphic characters were pointed out to

us on the pines, some of which were said to be so ancient as to have

been made by the people who occupied the country before the Ojibwais.

Of the truth of this assertion there did not appear to be any certain

means of judging. A blaze on the pinus resinosa, if made upon a matured

tree, may be considered as comparatively permanent, from the fact that

the outer bark is not apt to close over it, while the gum that exudes

over the wounded surface, has some of the properties of a varnish. How

long the rude drawings of birds and animals, made with charcoal would

thus be preserved, is mere matter of conjecture, and must depend upon

observations which we had no means of making.

A portage of nine hundred and fifty yards brought us to the banks

of a small lake, called Moss Lake, which we were but a short time in

crossing. The water being clear, large masses appeared to rise from

the bottom, which had very much the aspect of boulders. On reaching

down, however, the men brought up on their paddles, a species of moss

of a coarse fibrous character. And this moss seemed to be quite a

characteristic trait of the lake. There is a slight relief, to both

mind and body, in these changes from land to water transportation,

even where the distance is very short; and the men resume their labor,

in carrying, with greater alacrity. We found it so on the present

occasion. No change however appeared in the general character of the

country. We crossed a bog of perhaps fifty or sixty yards in extent,

where the water appeared to have some motion towards the left. All the

rest of the way consists of an unvaried sand plain, which is sometimes

brushy, but generally open, presenting facilities for travelling. A

walk of four thousand and one hundred yards, or about two and a half

miles brought us out to the edge of Lake Shiba,[11] a body of clear

water, of moderate dimensions, which has its outlet into an arm of

Leech Lake. There is a portage path from its southern side which the

Indians use when they are passing with light canoes.

The day was well nigh spent, by the time the men brought up all the

baggage to the banks of this lake. And the fatigue of the route itself

might have justified our encamping. But whoever has a definite point

to reach in a given time, will find that the loss of a single hour, or

half hour of an evening’s journey, on sundry days, will soon combine

to waste an entire day, which may be the exact time necessary to

accomplish the route. Besides, when the question of going on, is at a

spot where a _land_ is to be exchanged for a _water_ journey, there

is a sensible relief to the men, in the position of sitting and being

freed from the pressure of the head-strap, or _apicun_, by which they

carry. And north-men thus embarked, in a state of fatigue, will soon

resume their strength and gaiety. I felt this, on the present occasion,

and directed them not to lose a moment in getting afloat. We crossed

the lake, with but little effort, and entered its thread-like outlet,

so tangled and wound about, in a shaking savannah, covered with sedge,

that every point of the compass seemed to be alternately pursued. In

this maze it was joined, from the right by a tributary of its own size,

very welcome for its accession of waters, but not aiding to straighten

the channel. Another tributary flows in directly opposite the Indian

portage before referred to. This tributary appears to be the outlet of

a contiguous, narrow and long lake, which can be, in part observed. The

channel is suddenly enlarged by it, and it is soon after still further

swelled by a similar inlet. Both these inlets are referred to by the

Indians, by the phrase, “Kapucka Sagitowag.” The stream is so enlarged

by them, as not only to assume the character of a river, but it is a

river of handsome magnitude, broad and deep but without strong current.

Its shores assume a low and marshy character, and they are fringed

with extensive fields of wild rice. Amidst these, the river opens

into an arm of Leech Lake. The last glimpses of day light here left

us. We pursued our way by moonlight for a time. The sky was overcast

before we effected our first traverse. Sometime previous to landing

it became quite dark. Even with the knowledge of an Indian guide, it

was necessary to fire guns, to ascertain the position of the principal

village. It was ten o’clock, on our landing, and it was an hour later

before the military canoes came up. Salutes were separately fired by

the Indians through the top openings of their lodges. In the morning,

(17th,) a more formal salute was given. Fresh fish and wortle-berries

were brought in: and an invitation to breakfast sent from the presiding

chief.

Leech Lake is one of the most irregular shaped bodies of water that

can be conceived of. It is neither characteristically long, spherical,

or broad, but rather a combination of curves, in the shape of points,

peninsulas, and bays, of which nothing short of a map can convey an

accurate idea. The Indians, whom I requested to draw a sketch of it,

began by tracing an oblong as large as half a sheet of foolscap would

admit of. They filled it up by projecting points inwardly, or extended

it by tracing bays outwardly. Ten islands were drawn in different

parts of it, and seven rivers and creeks made to enter it. Its outlet

is called by them the great river, and is towards the northeast. The

lake cannot be less than twenty miles across the extreme points of

the waters. Its principal peninsula resembles in shape the letter

T. Ottertail Point is a part of its northern shore. Its waters are

deep and clear in all its central parts, and yield the white-fish and

other species. Its numerous and extensive bays abound in wild rice,

and attract in the proper season, a great variety of water fowl. The

pelican, swan, brant, and cormorant, are the largest of the species

that annually visit it. Its shores yield the deer and bear. Beavers

were formerly abundant, but they have, in a great measure, disappeared.

The muskrat and marten are now the principal items of its fine furs.

The subjoined sketch is from the notes of Lieut. Allen.

[Illustration: LEECH LAKE]

“My intercourse with the Indians at this lake occupied the day

after my arrival. The population was reported at eight hundred and

thirty-two souls. Seven eights of this number, are of the band called

Mukkundwais, or Pillagers, a term derived from occurrences in their

early history. The remainder are locally denominated the Bear Island

Indians. The principal chiefs are Aish Kibug Ekozh, or The Gueule

Plat, and The Elder Brother, and Chianoquot. This band appear to have

separated themselves from the other Chippewas, at an early day, and to

have taken upon themselves the duty which Reuben, Gad, and Menasseh

assumed, when they crossed the Jordan. They have “passed armed before

their brethren,” in their march westward. Their geographical position

is one, which imposes upon them the defence of this portion of the

Chippewa frontier. And it is a defence in which they have distinguished

themselves as brave and active warriors. Many acts of intrepidity are

related of them which would be recorded, with admiration, had white men

been the actors. Perfectly versed in the arts of the forest, they have

enjoyed the advantage of concealment in the progress of a war, which

has been directed against the Sioux, a powerful assemblage of tribes,

who live essentially in plains, but who aim to make up the disadvantage

of this exposure, by moving habitually in larger bodies. It seems,

however, indisputable, that, with fewer numbers, the Chippewas have not

hesitated to fall upon their enemies, and have routed them, and driven

them before them, with a valor and resolution, which in any period of

written warfare, would have been stamped as heroic. It is not easy, on

the part of government, to repress the feelings of hostility, which

have so long existed, and to convince them, that they have lived into

an age when milder maxims furnish the basis of wise action. Pacific

counsels fall with little power upon a people situated so remotely

from every good influence, and who cannot perceive in the restless

spirit of their enemies, any safeguard for the continuance of a peace,

however formally it may have been concluded. This fact was adverted to

by one of their chiefs, who observed that they were compelled to fight

in self defence. Although the Sioux had made a solemn peace with them

at Tipisagi in 1825, they were attacked by them that very year, and

had almost yearly since, sustained insidious or open attacks. He said,

“his own son, his only son,” was among the number, who had been basely

killed, without an opportunity to defend himself.”

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