him with his face turned towards the west.
The bridal day came, and the wedding–canoe
was prepared tor the month's trip that mainly
constitutes the wedding ceremony. The bride
was sought but she was gone, and the canoe
was gone. She had escaped in it down the
river. Her bridegroom and her brother
pursued her on the bank, and overtook and
swam out to her, but she paddled on with
all her might. Night came and a storm.
The men camped on the shore. The girl was
wrecked and eaten by the wolves.
Shawwanossoway found, next morning, her
mangled body, and, repenting of his passion,
forswore war. He became a medicine–man,
learned on the past, the present, and the
future.

The Indian dogs are usually in a half–
famished state. Their chance of getting
anything to eat is seldom so good as their chance
of being eaten. Therefore they force the
bags of visitors and eat up their provisions
when they can; they eat the thongs of hide
by which horses may happen to be tied; and,
says Mr. Kane, "while I was one evening
finishing a sketch, sitting on the ground
alone in my tent, with my candle stuck in
the earth at my side, one of these audacious
brutes unceremoniously dashed in through
the entrance, seized the burning candle in
his jaws and bolted off with it, leaving me
in total darkness." This happened among
the Ojibbeways and Ottewas, of whom one
chief was sketched as he appeared in
mourning for a wife who had been dead three
months. The mourning worn consisted of a
coat of black paint on his face, and he
apologised for not sitting in full costume, as
a part of the paint had worn off.

The great journey across country was
commenced in May of the year eighteen hundred
and forty–six, when Mr. Kane left Toronto
in company with Sir George Simpson, who
had ordered him a passage with the spring
brigade of canoes. The brigade was to be
overtaken at the Falls of St. Mary, but the
artist, at nine A.M., was accidentally left
ashore at the last place touched at by the
steamer before reaching the Falls. He
would lose his chance of travelling with the
canoes if he could not, in a small skiff
manned with three boys, traverse in a stiff
gale forty–five miles of lake and forty–five
miles of the ascent of the river channel.
The latter part of the passage would have to
be made in dark night, against the current,
and among islands and shallows, so as to
reach the Falls by daylight the next morning.
The feat was accomplished and the brigade
joined.

A few days after having passed the Lake
of the Thousand Islands, the travellers
bought some dried sturgeon of a man and
woman belonging to the Salteaux Indians,
who are a branch of the Ojibbeways; and
they learnt afterwards that this man and
woman were shunned by their tribe as
Weendigoes, or persons who have eaten human
flesh. Although no tribes of the North
Americans are cannibal by choice, the
urgency of hunger sometimes compels one
man to feed upon another; and whoever has
been reduced to this extremity is not so
much punished as pitied for the misery he
must have suffered, but is at the same time
regarded with a superstitious dread and
horror as a Weendigo. It is believed that
having once tasted man's flesh, a craving for
more is implanted in Weendigoes—that they
acquire charmed lives, and can be killed only
by a silver bullet. Children are kept out
of their way, and they are required to build
their lodges at some distance from those of
the community. It was said by the Salteaux
that a father and daughter once living
among them had killed and eaten six of
their own family from absolute want. They
then, said the story, camped near an old
Indian woman, who was alone in her lodge,
all her relations having gone out hunting.
But the old woman seeing this father and
daughter in a hut without the other
members of their household, whom she knew,
suspected the truth, and took thought for her
own safety. It was the hungry winter time,
with a severe frost. Therefore, she poured
water at the entrance to her lodge, which
froze into a slippery sheet of ice, and instead
of going to bed, sat up with an axe in her
hand. Near midnight she heard the crackling
of steps outside in the snow, and looking
through the crevices of her lodge saw the
Weendigo girl in the moonlight, listening.
The old woman then feigned sleep by a loud
snoring, and the wretched girl rushed gladly
forward, but, slipping on the ice, fell forward,
and the axe of her intended victim was
immediately buried in her brains. Then the old
woman fled to escape the vengeance of the
father, who was waiting for the signal that
should bid him to his feast. He crept
presently to the lodge and called his daughter;
getting no reply, he entered, found her dead,
and fed on what he found.

Round about the Lake of the Woods,
which is half way between the Lakes
Superior and Winnipeg, and by the river–side for
a hundred and fifty miles of their route, the
travellers found the woods entirely stripped
of foliage by myriads of green caterpillars.
They had turned summer into winter, except
that although green leaves were gone, green
caterpillars supplied some of their colour.
The swarm was so great that encampment
on shore was impossible. They rained into
all food that was not eaten under open sky in
the canoe.

At Fort Garry, in the Red River settlement,
Mr. Kane found that the half–breeds
had set out for their great buffalo hunts,
which end in the conversion of much buffalo
meat and fat into pemmican. The artist rode
out to join one of the bands of huntsmen.
An incident of savage life diversified