in perfect rhythm, calling out and shouting as one by one pouches, knives, belts, etc., were passed to the winning side.
One side hid a small metal counter under one of two moccasins, while the other side tried to find it.
This game was interrupted by a sudden shout, and across the water was seen approaching a canoe, and seated in it the missionary, ‘the black robe chief, the prophet.’
On the shore he was graciously received by Hiawatha
, and led to a wigwam for refreshment and repose.
Then he addressed the attentive tribes in Ojibway,—