"Why did the Saganaw come into the country of the red
skins?" haughtily demanded the chief. "Why did they take
our hunting grounds from us? Why have they strong places
encircling the country of the Indians, like a belt of
wampum round the waist of a warrior?"

"This is not true," rejoined the governor. "It was not
the Saganaw, but the warriors of the pale flag, who first
came and took away the hunting grounds, and built the
strong places. The great father of the Saganaw had beaten
the great father of the pale flag quite out of the Canadas,
and he sent his young men to take their place and to make
peace with the red skins, and to trade with them, and to
call them brothers."

"The Saganaw was false," retorted the Indian. "When a
chief of the Saganaw came for the first time with his
warriors into the country of the Ottawas, the chief of
the Ottawas stood in his path, and asked him why, and
from whom, he came? That chief was a bold warrior, and
his heart was open, and the Ottawa liked him; and when
he said he came to be friendly with the red skins, the
Ottawa believed him, and he shook him by the hand, and
said to his young men, 'Touch not the life of a Saganaw;
for their chief is the friend of the Ottawa chief, and
his young men shall be the friends of the red warriors.'
Look," he proceeded, marking his sense of the discovery
by another of those ejaculatory "Ughs!" so expressive of
surprise in an Indian, "at the right hand of my father
I see a chief," pointing to Captain Erskine, "who came