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                             CATLIN'S NOTES

                                   OF

                   EIGHT YEARS' TRAVELS AND RESIDENCE
                               IN EUROPE,

                                WITH HIS

                   NORTH AMERICAN INDIAN COLLECTION.

                               VOLUME I.


 [Illustration]




                               ADVENTURES

                                 OF THE

                      OJIBBEWAY AND IOWAY INDIANS

                                   IN

                     ENGLAND, FRANCE, AND BELGIUM;

                             BEING NOTES OF

              EIGHT YEARS' TRAVELS AND RESIDENCE IN EUROPE

                                WITH HIS

                   NORTH AMERICAN INDIAN COLLECTION,

                            BY GEO. CATLIN.


                            IN TWO VOLUMES.

                                VOL. I.

                       With numerous Engravings.

                         _THIRD EDITION._


                                LONDON:
                        PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR,
            AT HIS INDIAN COLLECTION, NO. 6, WATERLOO PLACE.

                                 1852.



                                PREFACE.


The reader of this book, being supposed to have read my former work,
in two volumes, and to have got some account from them, of the
eight years of my life spent amongst the wild Indians of the "_Far
West_," in the forests of America, knows enough of me by this time
to begin familiarly upon the subject before us, and to accompany me
through a brief summary of the scenes of eight years spent amidst the
civilization and refinements of the "_Far East_." After having made an
exhibition of my Indian Collection for a short time, in the cities of
New York, Boston, and Philadelphia, in the United States, I crossed
the Atlantic with it--not with the fear of losing my scalp, which I
sometimes entertained when entering the Indian wilderness--and entirely
without the expectation of meeting with excitements or novelties enough
to induce me to commit the sin of writing another book; and the thought
of doing it would never have entered my head, had not another of those
untoward accidents, which have directed nearly all the important moves
of my life, placed in my possession the materials for the following
pages, which I have thought too curious to be withheld from the world.

After I had been more than four years in England, making an exhibition
of my collection, and endeavouring, by my lectures in various parts
of the kingdom, to inform the English people of the true character
and condition of the North American Indians, and to awaken a proper
sympathy for them, three different parties of Indians made their
appearance, at different dates, in England, for the purpose of
exhibiting themselves and their native modes to the enlightened world,
their conductors and themselves stimulated by the hope of gain by their
exertions.

These parties successively, on their arrival, (knowing my history
and views, which I had made known to most of the American tribes,)
repaired to my Indian Collection, in which they felt themselves at
home, surrounded as they were by the portraits of their own chiefs and
braves, and those of their enemies, whom they easily recognised upon
the walls. They at once chose the middle of my Exhibition Hall as the
appropriate place for their operations, and myself as the expounder
of their mysteries and amusements; and, the public seeming so well
pleased with the fitness of these mutual illustrations, I undertook
the management of their exhibitions, and conducted the three different
parties through the countries and scenes described in the following
pages.

In justice to _me_, it should here be known to the reader, that I did
not bring either of these parties to Europe; but, meeting them in the
country, where they had come avowedly for the purpose of making money,
(an enterprise as lawful and as unobjectionable, for aught that I
can see, at least, as that of an actor upon the boards of a foreign
stage,) I considered my countenance and aid as calculated to promote
their views; and I therefore justified myself in the undertaking, as
some return to them for the hospitality and kindness I had received
at the hands of the various tribes of Indians I had visited in the
wildernesses of America.

In putting forth these notes, I sincerely hope that I may give no
offence to any one, by endeavouring to afford amusement to the reader,
and to impart useful instruction to those who are curious to learn the
true character of the Indians, from a literal description of their
interviews with the fashionable world, and their views and opinions of
the modes of civilized life.

These scenes have afforded me the most happy opportunity of seeing the
_rest_ of Indian character (after a residence of eight years amongst
them in their native countries), and of enabling me to give to the
world what I was not able to do in my former work, for the want of an
opportunity of witnessing the effects which the exhibition of all the
ingenious works of civilized art, and the free intercourse and exchange
of opinions with the most refined and enlightened society, would have
upon their untutored minds. The reader will therefore see, that I am
offering this as _another Indian book_, and intending it mostly for
those who have read my former work, and who, I believe, will admit,
that in it I have advanced much further towards the completion of a
full delineation of their native character.

I shall doubtless be pardoned for the unavoidable want of system and
arrangement that sometimes appears in minuting down the incidents of
these interviews--for recording many of the most trivial opinions and
criticisms of the Indians upon civilized modes, and also the odd and
amusing (as well as grave) notions of the civilized world, upon Indian
manners and appearance, which have got into my note-book, and which I
consider it would be a pity to withhold.

I have occasionally stepped a little out of the way, also, to advance
my own opinion upon passing scenes and events; drawing occasional
deductions, by contrasting savage with civilized life (the modes of the
"Far West" with those of the "Far East"); and, as what I have written,
I offer as matter of history, without intending to injure any one, I do
not see why I should ask pardon for any possible offence that may be
given to the reader, who can only be offended by imagining what never
was meant.

During the series of lectures which I had been giving in various parts
of England, and in my own country, wherein I had been contending for
the moral and religious elevation of the Indian character, many of my
hearers have believed that I had probably been led to over-estimate
it, from the fact that I had beheld it in the wilderness, where there
was nothing better to contrast it with. But I venture to say, that
hundreds and thousands who read this book, and who became familiar with
these wild people whilst in the enlightened world, and in the centre
of fashion, where white man was shaking the poor Indian by the hand,
and watching for his embarrassment while he was drawing scintillations
from him, as the flint draws fire from the steel, will agree with me
that the North American Indian rises highest in the estimation of his
fellow-men, when he is by the side of those who have the advantage of
him by their education, and nothing else.

Contemplated or seen, roaming in his native wilds, with his rude
weapons, lurking after game or his enemy, he is looked upon by most
of the world as a sort of wild beast; but when, with all his rudeness
and wildness, he stands amongst his fellow-men to be scanned in the
brilliant blaze of the Levée into which he has been suddenly thrown,
the dignified, the undaunted (and even courteous) gentleman, he there
gains his strongest admirers, and the most fastidious are willing to
assign him a high place in the scale of human beings.

Into many such positions were these three parties of the denizens of
the American forest thrown, during their visits to the capitals and
provincial towns of England, Scotland, Ireland, France, and Belgium;
and as I was by their side, their interpreter, at the hospitable
boards, the Soirées and Levées to which they were invited by the
gentry, the nobility, and crowned heads of the three kingdoms, I
consider it due to them, and no injustice to the world, to record the
scenes and anecdotes I have witnessed in those hospitable and friendly
efforts of enlightened and religious people, to elicit the true native
feelings of, and to commune with, their benighted fellow-men.

                                                    THE AUTHOR.




                          CONTENTS OF VOL. 1.


                               CHAPTER I.

  The Author embarks at New York, with his Indian Collection,
      and cage with two grizly bears, for England, in the fall
      of 1839--Packet-ship Roscius, Captain Collins--Gale
      in the middle of the ocean--A ship dismasted and in
      distress--The Captain and twenty-eight men taken off and
      saved--The shipwrecked Captain and his faithful dog--"My
      man Daniel"--Sailor's nose taken off by grizly bear--Dr.
      Madden--Terrible gale--Sea-sickness of the grizly
      bears--Alarm on deck--"Bears out of their cage"--Passengers
      rush below and close the hatches--A _supposed_ bear enters
      the cabin!--Great excitement--The explanation--The gale
      subsides--Amusing mistake--The Author in the steerage--Two
      eccentric characters--Arrival in Liverpool                  Page 1

                              CHAPTER II.

  Howling of the grizly Bears--Alarm and excitement about
      the docks--Scuffle for luggage--Scene at the Grecian
      Hotel--Landing the grizly bears--Author's journey to
      London--Ibbotson's Hotel--First sally into the streets--First
      impressions of London--Adventure in the fog and mud--Amusing
      occurrence in the street--Beggars at the crossings of the
      streets--Ingenious mode of begging--Rich shops--No pigs
      in the streets--Soot and smoke of London--Author returns
      to Liverpool--Daniel's trouble with the bears--Passing
      the Indian Collection and grizly bears through the
      Customs--Arrival in London with Collection and bears--Daniel
      in difficulty--Howling of bears passing through the
      Tunnel--The "King of New York," and "King Jefferson"            12

                              CHAPTER III.

  Letters of introduction--Driving a friend's horse and
      chaise--Amusing accidents--English driving--"Turn to the
      _right_, as the law directs"--A turn to the _left_--A fresh
      difficulty--Egyptian Hall--Lease for three years--Arrangement
      of Collection--Bears sold and removed to Regent's Park
      Zoological Gardens--Their fates                                 28

                              CHAPTER IV.

  Indian Collection arranged for exhibition--Description of
      it--The Hon. Charles Augustus Murray--Collection opened to
      private view--Kindness of the Hon. Mr. Murray--Distinguished
      visitors--Mr. Murray's explanations--Kind reception by the
      Public and the Press--Kind friends--Fatigue of explaining
      and answering questions--Curious remedy proposed by a
      friend--Pleasures and pains of a friendly and fashionable
      dinner                                                          34

                               CHAPTER V.

  Author's illness from overtalking in his Collection--Daniel's
      illness from the same cause--Character of Daniel--His
      labour-saving plan for answering one hundred questions--His
      disappointment--Daniel travels to Ireland for his
      health--Author prepares to publish his Notes of Travel
      amongst the Indians--John Murray (publisher)--His reasons
      for not publishing the Author's work--His friendly
      advice--Author's book published by himself at the Egyptian
      Hall--Illustrious subscribers--Thomas Moore--Critical notices
      in London papers                                                45

                              CHAPTER VI.

  The Author's wife and two children arrive in the
      British Queen, from New York--First appreciation of
      London--Sight-seeing--Author lectures in the Royal
      Institution--Suggests a _Museum of Mankind_--Great
      applause--Vote of thanks by members of the Royal
      Institution--The "_Museum of History_"--Author lectures
      in the other literary and scientific institutions of
      London--Author dines with the Royal Geographical Society, and
      with the Royal Geological Society--Mrs. Catlin's travels in
      the "Far West"--Her welcome, and kind friends in London          60

                              CHAPTER VII.

  The Author dines with the Royal Highland Society--The Duke of
      Richmond presides--His Grace's compliment to the Author
      and his country--Sir David Wilkie--His compliment to the
      Author--Charles Augustus Murray and the Author at the
      Caledonian Ball (Almack's) in Indian costumes--Their
      rehearsal--Dressing and painting--Entering the ball--Alarm
      of ladies--Mr. Murray's infinite amusement (_incognito_)
      amongst his friends--War-dance and war-whoops--Great
      applause--Bouquets of flowers--Scalp-dance--Brooches
      and bracelets presented to the chiefs--Trinkets
      returned--Perspiration carries off the paint, and Mr. Murray
      recognised--Amusement of his friends--The "Indians" return
      to Egyptian Hall at seven in the morning--Their amusing
      appearance                                                      66


                             CHAPTER VIII.

  Their Royal Highnesses the Duke of Coburg and Prince Ernest
      visit the Collection--His Royal Highness the (little)
      Duc de Brabant visits the Collection with the Hon. Mr.
      Murray--The Author presents him an Indian pipe and pair of
      mocassins--Visit of His Royal Highness the Duke of Sussex to
      the Collection--His noble sympathy for the Indians--He smokes
      an Indian pipe under the wigwam--The Author takes breakfast
      with the Duke of Sussex in Kensington Palace--The Duke's
      dress and appearance--John Hunter, the Indian traveller--The
      Duke's inquiries about him--Monsieur Duponceau--Visit to
      the Bank of England--To Buckingham Palace--To Windsor
      Castle--Author visits the Polish Ball with several friends in
      Indian costumes                                                 79

                              CHAPTER IX.

  Consequent troubles for Daniel in the exhibition-rooms--Daniel's
      difficulty with an artist making copies--Takes his
      sketch-book from him--Tableaux vivans commenced--List of the
      groups--Hon. Mr. Murray attends, with His Royal Highness the
      Due de Brabant--The Author presented to Her Majesty and His
      Royal Highness Prince Albert, by the Hon. Mr. Murray--Indian
      Collection removed to Liverpool--Biennial exhibition of
      Mechanics' Institution--22,000 children admitted free to the
      Indian Collection in one week--The Indian tableaux vivans in
      the provincial towns for six months--Collection opened in
      Sheffield--In Manchester--Nine Ojibbeway Indians arrive, in
      charge of Mr. Rankin--His proposal to the Author                90

                               CHAPTER X.

  Difficulty of procuring lodgings for the Indians--The Author
      pays them a visit--Is recognised by them--Arrangement
      with Mr. Rankin--Crowds around their hotel--First visit
      of the Ojibbeways to the Author's Collection--Their
      surprise--Council held under the wigwam--Indians agree to
      drink no spirituous liquors--The old Chiefs speech to the
      Author--Names of the Indians--Their portraits--Description of
      each--Cadotte, the interpreter                                 103

                              CHAPTER XI.

  Ojibbeways visit the Mayor in Town-hall--They refuse
      wine--Distress of the kind and accommodating
      landlord--Indians' first _drive_ about the town of
      Manchester--Their curious remarks--Saw some white people
      drunk--Many women holding on to men's arms and apparently
      not sick--Saw much smoke--Vast many poor people--Indians
      commence dancing in the Author's Collection--Effects of the
      war-dance and war-whoop upon the audience--Various amusements
      of the evening--A rich present to the old Boy-Chief--And
      his speech--Numerous presents made--Immense crowd and
      excitement--Indians visit a great woollen-factory--Casts
      made from their heads by a phrenologist--Visit to Orrell's
      cotton-mill at Stockport--Their opinions of it--The party
      kindly entertained by Mr. Hollins and lady                     111

                              CHAPTER XII.

  Indians on the housetops--Great alarm--Curious excitement--People
      proposing to "take them" with ropes--Railway to London--The
      "Iron-horse"--"The Iron-horse (locomotive) stops to
      drink"--Arrive in London--Alarm of the landlady--Visit from
      the Hon. Mr. Murray--Interview with His Royal Highness the
      Duke of Cambridge--Old Chief's speech--War-dance--The Duke
      gives them ten sovereigns and ten pounds of tobacco--Indians
      ride about the city in an "omnibus and four"--Remarks on what
      they saw--The smoke--"Prairies on fire"--Lascars sweeping
      the streets--Visit from the Reverend Mr. S.--Impatience to
      see the Queen--Great medicine-feast to gain Her Majesty's
      consent--Curious ceremony--Hon. Mr. Murray's letter comes
      in--The Queen's appointment to see them--Great rejoicing       123


                             CHAPTER XIII.

  Preparations for visiting the Queen--Amusing interview with
      Sykes, the porter--Mistaken by the old Chief for Prince
      Albert--Meet the Hon. Mr. Murray--The waiting-room--The
      Author conducts the party before Her Majesty and the Prince
      in the Waterloo Gallery--Their reception--Introductions and
      conversations--Indians give the war-dance--A smoke--The
      old Chief's speech to the Queen--Pipe-dance--Her
      Majesty and the Prince retire--Indians at a feast
      in the waiting-room--Drinking the Queen's health in
      Champagne--Indians call it "_Chickabobboo_"--Story of
      _Chickabobboo_, and great amusement--Indians return
      to London--Evening-gossip about the Queen and her
      _Chickabobboo_--First evening of the Indians in Egyptian
      Hall--Great excitement--Alarm--Tremendous applause--Old
      Chiefs speech--Hon. Mr. Murray's letter to the old Chief,
      enclosing £20 from the Queen and other presents--Speech of
      the War-chief--Pipe-dance--Shaking hands--Curious questions
      by the audience--Ale allowed to the Indians at dinner and
      after supper--Their rejoicing--They call it _Chickabobboo_    134

                              CHAPTER XIV.

  Rev. Mr. S---- and friend visit the Indians again--A day
      appointed for a _talk_ about religion--Indians go to
      the Thames Tunnel--Give the medicine-dance (wabeno)
      under it--Kind treatment there, and _Chickabobboo_--The
      exhibition--Egyptian Hall--Debate about the propriety of the
      Indians dancing to make money--Great crowd--Woman screaming
      and lifted on to the platform by Cadotte (afterwards
      called the "_jolly fat_ dame")--She gives Cadotte a
      beautiful bracelet--Her admiration of Cadotte--Evening
      gossip after their exhibition--The amusements of the
      evening and sights of the day--A clergyman asks an
      interview with the Indians and gets offended--Exhibition
      rooms at night--Great crowd--The "jolly fat dame" in full
      dress--She talks with Cadotte--Indians meet the Rev. Mr.
      S---- and friend by appointment--Old Chief's speech to
      them--Gish-ee-gosh-e-ghee's speech--Reverend gentlemen thank
      them and take leave                                            150

                              CHAPTER XV.

  Exhibition rooms--Great crowd--The "jolly fat dame"--Her
      interview with Cadotte--She gives presents to all the
      Indians--Excitement in the crowd--Women kissing the
      Indians--Red paint on their faces and dresses--Old
      Chief's dream and feast of thanksgiving--An annual
      ceremony--Curious forms observed--Indians invited to
      the St. George's archery-ground--They shoot for a gold
      medal--They dine with the members of the club--The "jolly
      fat dame" and Cadotte--She takes him to his lodgings in her
      carriage--Cadotte (or the "Strong-wind") gets sick--Is in
      love with another!--Daniel unfolds the secret to her--Her
      distress--She goes to the country--The "jolly fat dame"
      returns--Cadotte's engagement to marry--Rankin promotes the
      marriage--The Author disapproves of it                         167

                              CHAPTER XVI.

  Mr. Rankin resolves to take the Indians to the provincial
      towns--Exhibition advertised to close--the wedding in
      St. Martin's church--Great excitement--Its object--Grand
      parade through the streets in omnibuses--Rankin advertises
      "the beautiful and interesting bride" to appear on the
      platform at the Indians' exhibitions--Public disgust and
      indignation--Condemned by the Press--Rankin begins his
      exhibition--Denies Cadotte admission to the Indians' rooms,
      and dismisses him from his service--Rankin leaves London
      with the Indians---Author getting out his large work--The
      Indian portfolio--The "jolly fat dame" makes a visit to
      Daniel in the exhibition rooms--A long dialogue--Illustrious
      subscribers to the Author's large work--Emperor of Russia
      and Duke of Wellington review 10,000 troops at Windsor--The
      Emperor presents the Author a gold box--Author takes out a
      patent for "disengaging and floating quarter-decks, to save
      lives on vessels sinking or burning at sea"                    185

  APPENDIX.


  APPENDIX--A.

  Opinions of the Press                                         Page 205


  APPENDIX--B.

  Museum of History                                                  246


  A Descriptive Catalogue of Catlin's Indian Collection              248




                       CATLIN'S NOTES IN EUROPE,

                             _&c. &c._




                               CHAPTER I.

  The Author embarks at New York, with his Indian Collection,
      and cage with two grizly Bears, for England, in the fall
      of 1839--Packet-ship Roscius, Captain Collins--Gale
      in the middle of the ocean--A ship dismasted and in
      distress--The Captain and twenty-eight men taken off and
      saved--The shipwrecked Captain and his faithful dog--"My
      man Daniel"--Sailor's nose taken off by grizly bear--Dr.
      Madden--Terrible gale--Sea-sickness of the grizly
      bears--Alarm on deck--"Bears out of their cage"--Passengers
      rush below and close the hatches--A _supposed_ Bear enters
      the cabin!--Great excitement--The explanation--The gale
      subsides--Amusing mistake--The Author in the steerage--Two
      eccentric characters--Arrival in Liverpool.


In the fall of the year 1839 I embarked at New York on board of the
packet-ship Roscius, Captain Collins, for Liverpool, with my Indian
collection; having received a very friendly letter of advice from
the Hon. C. A. Murray, master of Her Majesty's household, who had
formerly been a fellow-traveller with me on the Mississippi and other
rivers in America; and who, on his return to London, had kindly made
a conditional arrangement for my collection in the Egyptian Hall, in
Piccadilly.

Mr. George Adlard, an Englishman, residing in the city of New York, had
also exerted a friendly influence for me in procuring an order from
the Lords of Her Majesty's Treasury for passing my collection into the
kingdom free from the customary duties; and under these auspices I was
launched upon the wide ocean, with eight tons freight, consisting of
600 portraits and other paintings which I had made in my sojourn of
eight years in the prairies and Rocky Mountains of America--several
thousands of Indian articles, costumes, weapons, &c., with all of which
I intended to convey to the English people an accurate account of the
appearance and condition of the North American tribes of Indians.[1]

On board also, as a part of my heavy collection, and as a further
illustration of the rude inhabitants of the "_Far West_" I had, in
a huge iron cage, two _grizly bears_, from the Rocky Mountains;
forming not only the heaviest and most awkward part of my freight, but
altogether the most troublesome, as will be seen hereafter.

The wind was kind to us, and soon drove us across the Atlantic, without
more than an incident or two worth recording, which I had minuted
down as follows:--About the middle of the ocean, and in the midst
of a four or five days' heavy gale, we came suddenly upon a ship,
partly dismasted, with signals of distress flying, and water-logged,
rolling about at the mercy of the merciless waves. We rounded-to with
great danger to our own craft, and, during the early part of the
night, succeeded, with much difficulty, in taking off the captain
and crew of twenty-eight men, just before she went down. This was a
common occurrence, however, and needs no further notice, other than
of a feature or two which struck me as new. When the poor, jaded,
and water-soaked fellows were all safely landed on the deck of our
vessel, they laid down upon their faces and devoutly thanked God for
their deliverance; and last of all that was lifted on board from their
jolly-boat was their keg of rum, the only thing which they had brought
with them when they deserted the ship. "This," good Captain Collins
said, "you will not want now, my boys," and he cast it into the sea.

 [1] If the reader has forgotten to read the Preface, it will take
     him but a moment to run his eye over it, and by turning back to
     it he will find it an useful key to what follows.--_Author._

Captain James, a bland and good-natured Scotsman, commander of the
Scotia, the unfortunate vessel, was invited by Captain Collins to the
cabin of the Roscius, and into his state-room, where he was soon put
into a suit of dry and warm clothes, and afterwards seated at the
table; where, suddenly, a sullen resistance to food, and contemplative
tears rolling over his cheeks, showed his rough shell to contain a
heart that was worthy of the fondest affections of a dear wife and
sweet little ones--none of which was he blessed with, if I recollect
aright. But when his grief found utterance, he exclaimed, "My God! I
have left my poor dog tied to the mast of my old craft. There he is,
poor fellow! When we took to the jolly-boat I never thought of my poor
Pompey!"

The briny tears seemed to burn this veteran's hardened features as they
ran over his cheeks; and hunger and fatigue, and all gave way to them
and grief, until sleep had dried them up, and taken the edge from his
anguished mind.

The next morning, his recital of the affectionate deeds of the life of
his faithful dog, "who had made eighteen voyages across the Atlantic
with him, and who would always indicate land a-head by his nose sooner
than the sailors could discern it from the mast-head--whom he had,
in kindness, lashed to the mast for his safety, and in carelessness
abandoned to his unavoidable fate," brought tears of pity in my own
eyes. Poor man! he often wept for his faithful dog--and I as often
wept for him, on our way from the middle of the ocean to Liverpool. We
were, at this time, still in the midst of the terrible gale, which was
increasing in its fury, and had already become quite too much for the
tastes and the stomachs of the _grizlies_--a few words more of whom
must go into this chapter.

These two awkward voyageurs from the base of the Rocky Mountains, which
I had reared from cubs, and fed for more than four years--for whose
roughness in clawing and "chawing" I had paid for half a dozen cages
which they had demolished and escaped from, and the prices of as many
dogs "used up" in retaking them, had now grown to the enormous size
of eight or ten hundred pounds each; requiring a cage of iron so large
that it could not be packed amongst the ship's cargo below, but must
needs occupy a considerable space on the deck, in the form and size
somewhat of a small house.

The front of this cage was formed of huge iron bars, kindly indulging
the bruins to amuse themselves with a peep at what was progressing
on deck, whilst it afforded the sailors and steerage passengers
the amusement of looking and commenting upon the physiognomy and
man[oe]uvres of these rude specimens from the wilderness of America.
This huge cage, with its inmates, had ridden into and partly through
the gale with us, when the bears became subjects of more violent
interest and excitement than we had as yet anticipated or could
have wished. What had taken (and was taking) place amongst the sick
and frightened group of passengers during this roaring, whistling,
thrashing, and dashing gale, was common-place, and has been a thousand
times described; but the sea-sickness, and rage, and fury of these
two grizly denizens of the deep ravines and rocky crags of the Rocky
Mountains, were subjects as fresh as they were frightful and appalling
to the terrified crew and passengers who were about them, and therefore
deserve a passing comment.

The immediate guardian of these animals was a faithful man by the name
of Daniel Kavanagh, who had for several years been in my employment
as curator of my collection, and designed to accompany me in my tour
through England. This man has occupied a conspicuous place in my
affairs in Europe, and much will be said of him in the following pages,
and the familiar and brief cognomen of "Daniel" or "Dan" applied to
him. On embarking with this man and his troublesome pets at New York, I
had fully explained to Captain Collins their ferocious, and deceitful,
and intractable nature, who had consequently issued his orders to all
of his crew and to the steerage passengers not to venture within their
reach, or to trifle with them. Notwithstanding all this precaution,
curiosity, that beautiful trait of human nature, which often becomes
irresistible in long voyages, and able to turn the claws of the Devil
himself into the soft and tapering fingers of a Venus or a Daphne,
got the better of the idle hours of the sailors, who were amusing
themselves and the passengers, in front of the iron bars, by believing
that they were wearing off by a sort of charm the rough asperities of
their grizly and grim passengers by shaking their paws, and squaring
and fending off the awkward sweeps occasionally made at them by the
huge paw of the _she_ bear, which she could effectually make by lying
down and running her right arm quite out between the iron bars. On one
of these (now grown to be amusing) occasions, one of the sailors was
"squared off" before the cage, inviting her grizly majesty to a sort
of set-to, when she (seemingly aware of the nature of the challenge)
gradually extended her arm and her huge paw a little and a little
further out of her cage, with her eyes capriciously closed until it was
out to its fullest extent, when she made a side-lick at his head, and
an exceedingly awkward one for the sailor to parry. It was lucky for
him, poor fellow, that he partly dodged it; though as her paw passed
in front of his face, one of her claws carried away entirely his nose,
leaving it fallen down and hanging over his mouth, suspended merely by
a small piece of skin or gristle, by which alone he could claim it.

Here was a sudden check to the familiarity with the bears; the results
of which were, a renewal of the orders of non-intercourse from Captain
Collins, and a marked coolness between the sailors and steerage
passengers and the grizlies during the remainder of the voyage.

The sailor was committed to the care of Dr. Madden, in the cabin, the
distinguished traveller in Africa and the West Indies, and now one of
our esteemed fellow-passengers, who skilfully replaced and arranged his
nose with stitches and splints, and attended to it during the voyage.
The poor fellow continued to swear vengeance on the bears when they
should reach the land; but I believe that when they were landed in
Liverpool, his nose was not sufficiently secure to favour his design.
This unlucky affair had happened some days previous to the gale which I
have begun to describe; and with the unsociable and cold reserve with
which they were subsequently treated by all on board (visited only at
stated periods by their old, but not yet confiding friend Daniel, who
brought them their daily allowance), they had, as I have mentioned,
become partakers and sufferers with us in the pangs and fears of the
hurricane that was sweeping over the vessel and the sea about us.

The third day of the gale became the most alarming, and the night of
that day closing in upon us, seemed like the gloomy shroud amidst
the hurrying winds and the cracking spars, that was to cover us in
death. Until this day, though swinging (and now and then jumping) from
mountains to mountains of waves, the ship and the elements mingled
our fears with amusement. When, however, this day's light was gone,
curiosity's feast was finished, and fear was no longer chained under
our feet--we had reached the climax of danger, and terror seemed to
have seized and reigned through every part of the ship. The bears, in
contemplative or other vein, had been mute; but at this gloomy hour,
seeming to have lost all patience, added, at first their piteous
howlings, and then their horrid growls, to the whistling of the winds;
and next, the gnashing of their teeth, and their furious lurches, and
bolts, and blows against the sides of their cage, to the cracking of
spars and roaring of the tempest! Curiosity again, in desperate minds,
was resuscitated, and taking in its insatiable draughts even in the
midst of this jarring and discordant medley of darkness--of dashing
foam, of cracking masts, and of howlings and growlings and raging of
grizly bears; for when the lightnings flashed, men (and even women)
were seen crawling and hanging about the deck, as if to see if they
could discover the death that was ready with his weapons drawn to
destroy them.

The captain had twenty times ordered all below, but to no purpose,
until in the indiscriminate confusion of his crew and the passengers,
in the jet blackness of the gale, when his ship was in danger, and our
lives, his trumpet announced that "the bears were on deck!"

"Good God!" was exclaimed and echoed from one end of the ship's deck to
the other; "the grizly bears are out! down with the hatches--down the
hatches!" The scrambling that here took place to reach the cabins below
can only be justly known to each actor who performed his part in his
own way; and of these there were many. Some descended headlong, some
sidewise, and others rolled down; and every one with a ghastly glance
back upon the one behind him, as a grizly bear, of course, that was to
begin his "chawing" the next moment.

When the scrambling was all over, and the hatches all safe, all in the
cabin were obliged to smile for a moment, even in the midst of the
alarm, at the queer position and man[oe]uvres of a plump little Irish
woman who had slipped down the wrong hatchway by accident, and left her
"other half" to spend a night of celibacy, and of awful forebodings,
in the steerage, where she would have gone, but to which her own
discretion as well as the united voices of the cabin passengers decided
her not to attempt to make her way over the deck during the night.

The passengers, both fore and aft, were now all snugly housed for
the rest of the night, and the captain's smothered voice through his
trumpet, to his hands aloft, and the stamping of the men on deck, while
handling the ropes and shifting the sails, were all caught by our open
ears, and at once construed into assaults and dreadful conflicts with
the grizly bears on deck.

In the midst of these conjectures some one of the passengers screamed
and sprang from near the stairway entering the cabin, when it was
discovered, to the thrilling amazement of all, that one of the bears
had pawed open the hatchway, and was descending into the cabin! The
ladies' salon, beyond the cabin, was the refuge to which the instant
rush was making, when the always good and musical sound of the
captain's voice was recognized. "Why! you don't think I'm a grizly
bear, do you?" The good fellow! he didn't intend to frighten anybody.
He had just raised the hatch and came down to get a little breath and
a "drop to drink." He is as unlike to a grizly bear as any one else in
the world, both in looks and in disposition; but he happened to have on
for the occasion a black oil-cloth hood or cap, which was tied under
the chin; and a jacket covered with long fur on the outside, making his
figure (which was of goodly size, and which just filled the gangway),
with a little of the lively imagination belonging to such moments, look
the counterpart of a grizly bear. "Where's Catlin?" said he; "damn the
bears!" "Are they out?" cried the passengers all together. "Out?--yes;
they have eaten one man already, and another was knocked overboard
with a handspike; he was mistaken for one of the bears. We are all in
a mess on deck--it's so dark we can't see each other--the men are all
aloft in the rigging. Steward! give me a glass of brandy-and-water--the
ship must be managed, and I must go on deck. Keep close below here, and
keep the hatches down, for the bruins are sick of the scene, and pawing
about for a burrow in the ground, and will have the hatches up in a
moment if you don't look to them. Where's Catlin?" "We don't know," was
the reply from many mouths; "he is not in the cabin."

"Will, here, Misther Captain, yer honour, I'll till ye," said a poor
fellow, who in the general fright and flight had tumbled himself by
accident into the cabin, and observed sullen silence until the present
moment; "I'll jist till ye--I saw Misther Cathlin (I sippose he's the
jintleman that owns the bastes) and his mon Dan (for I've known Dan for
these many a long year in ould Amiriky, and I now he has chargin o' the
bears on board); I saw the two, God bliss them, when the bastes was
about gettin their hinder parts out of the cage, stannin on the side
jisth before 'em, Misther Cathlin with his double-barrel gun, and his
mon Dan pointin at 'em in the face, with a pistol in each hand; and
this was jist whin I heard they were outh, and I jimped down here jist
in the wrong place, as I am after observin when it is too late, and I
hope there is no offence to your honour."

"Catlin's gone then," said the captain; "he is swallowed!"

The captain was at his post again, the hatches closed, and in the midst
of dozing, and praying, and singing (and occasionally the hideous
howlings of the grizlies whenever a wave made a breach over the deck
of the vessel) was passed away that night of alarm and despair, until
the rays of the morning's sun having chased away the mist and assuaged
the fury of the storm, had brought all hands together on the deck, and
in the midst of them the cheerful face of our good captain; and in
their huge cage, which had been driven from one side of the deck to the
other, but now adjusted, sitting upon their haunches, with the most
jaded and humiliating looks imaginable, as they gazed between their
iron bars, their two grizly majesties, who had hurt nobody during the
night, nor in all probability had meditated anything worse or more
sinful than an escape, if possible, from the imprisonment and danger
they considered themselves unfortunately in.

In the general alarm and scramble on deck in the forepart of the night,
the total darkness having been such that it was impossible to tell
whether the bears were out of their cage or not, and quite impossible
to make one's way to the quarter-deck, unaccustomed to the shapes of
things to be passed over, "Misther Cathlin" had dropped himself into
the steerage as the nearest refuge, just before the hatch was fastened
down for the night. Any place, and anything under deck at that time,
was acceptable; and even at so perilous a moment, and amidst such
alarming apprehensions, I drew a fund of amusement from the scenes
and conversations around me. The circumstance of sixty passengers,
men, women, and children, being stowed into so small a compass, and
to so familiar an acquaintance, would have been alone, and under
different circumstances, a subject of curious interest for a stranger
so suddenly to be introduced to; but to be dropped into the midst of
such a group in the middle of the night, in the thickest of a raging
tempest, and the hour of danger, when some were in bed--some upon their
knees at their prayers--others making the most of the few remaining
drops of brandy they had brought with them, and others were playing at
cards and enjoying their jokes, and all together just rescued from the
jaws and the claws of the bears over their heads, was one of no common
occurrence, and worthy at least of a few passing remarks.

The wailings of the poor fellow whose wife had got into the cabin were
incessant, and not much inferior to the howlings of the grizlies on
deck. She had been put into my berth, and I had had the privilege of
"turning in" with her disconsolate husband, if I had seen fit to have
done so, or if his writhings and contortions had not taken up full
twice the space allotted to him. It was known and told to him by some
of his comrades, that they saw his wife go into the cabin, and that she
was safe. "Yis," said he, "but I'm unasy, I'm not asy about her, d'ye
see; I don't fale asy as she's there, God knows where, along with those
jintlemen."

Amongst the passengers in this part of the vessel I at once found
myself alongside of at least two very eccentric characters. The one, I
afterwards learned, was familiarly called by the passengers "the little
Irishman in black," and the other "the half-Englishman, or broken-down
swell."

The first of these two eccentrics was a squatty little gentleman of
about four feet nine inches elevation, and between two and three feet
breadth of beam, with a wrinkled face and excessively sharp features.
To be all in black he showed no signs of a shirt, though he was
decently clad, but in black from head to foot, being in mourning, as
he said, for "his son who had emigratin to Amiriky fifteen years sin,
and livin there jist long enough to become a _native_, had died and
leaven of a fortin, which he had been over to sittle up and receivin,
with which he was recrossin the ocean to his native country." He
said he wished to be rispectable and dacent, havin received 12,000
dollars; and as he thought the dacent thing was in "payin," now-a-days,
he had paid for a berth in the cabin, but preferred to ride in the
steerage. He made and found much amusement in that part of the vessel
with his congenial spirits, and seemed peculiarly happy in the close
communication with the other oddity of the steerage, whom I have said
the passengers called the half-Englishman, or broken-down swell, who,
I learned from my man Daniel, had laid in three barrels of old English
porter, in bottles, when leaving the city of New York, and the last of
which they were now opening and making the whole company merry with,
as a sort of thanksgiving on their lucky escape from the grizly bears,
who they firmly believed held possession of everything on the vessel
outside of the hatchway.

This eccentric and droll, but good-natured gentleman, with the aid of
porter made much amusement in the steerage, even in the hour of alarm;
and though I did not at that time know his calibre, or exactly what to
make of him, I afterwards learned that he was an English cockney who
had been on a tour through the States, and was now on his way back to
his fatherland. He had many amusing notions and anecdotes to relate of
the Yankees, and in his good-natured mellowness told a very good one of
himself, much to the amusement of the Yankees on board, and the little
Irishman in black, and my man Daniel. He said that "the greatest luxury
he found in New York were the hoisters, and much as he liked them he
had eaten them for two years before he had learned whether they were
spelled with a haitch or a ho." Much valuable time would be lost to the
reader if I were to chain him down to the rest of the incidents that
happened between the middle of the ocean and Liverpool; and I meet him
there at the beginning of my next chapter.




                              CHAPTER II.

  Howling of the grizly Bears--Alarm and excitement about
      the docks--Scuffle for luggage--Scene at the Grecian
      Hotel--Landing the grizly Bears--Author's journey to
      London--Ibbotson's Hotel--First sally into the streets--First
      impressions of London--Adventure in the fog and mud--Amusing
      occurrence in the street--Beggars at the crossings of the
      streets--Ingenious mode of begging--Rich shops--No pigs
      in the streets--Soot and smoke of London--Author returns
      to Liverpool--Daniel's trouble with the Bears--Passing
      the Indian Collection and grizly Bears through the
      Customs--Arrival in London with Collection and Bears--Daniel
      in difficulty--Howling of Bears passing through the
      Tunnel--The "King of New York," and "King Jefferson."


On nearing the docks at Liverpool, not only all the passengers of the
ship, but all the inhabitants of the hills and dales about, and the
shores, were apprised of our approach to the harbour by the bellowing
and howling of the grizlies, who were undoubtedly excited to this sort
of _Te Deum_ for their safe deliverance and approach to _terra firma_,
which they had got a sight (and probably a smell) of.

The arrival of the Roscius on that occasion was of course a conspicuous
one, and well announced; and we entered the dock amidst an unusual
uproar and crowd of spectators. After the usual manner, the passengers
were soon ashore, and our luggage examined, leaving freight and grizly
bears on board, to be removed the next morning. From the moment of
landing on the wharf to the Custom-house, and from that to the hotel
where I took lodgings, I was obliged to "fend off," almost with foot
and with fist, the ragamuffins who beset me on every side; and in
front, in the rear, and on the right and the left, assailed me with
importunities to be allowed to carry my luggage. In the medley of
voices and confusion I could scarcely tell myself to which of these
poor fellows I had committed my boxes; and no doubt this (to them)
delightful confusion and uncertainty encouraged a number of them to
keep close company with my luggage until it arrived at the Grecian
Hotel. When it was all safely landed in the hall, I asked the lad who
stood foremost and had brought my luggage in his cart, how much was to
pay for bringing it up? "Ho, Sir, hi leaves it to your generosity, Sir,
has you are a gentleman, Sir; hit's been a werry eavy load, Sir."

I was somewhat amused with the simple fellow's careless and easy
manner, and handed him eighteen pence, thinking it a reasonable
compensation for bringing two small trunks and a carpet-bag; but
he instantly assumed a different aspect, and refused to take the
money, saying that no gentleman would think of giving him less than
half-a-crown for such a load as he had brought. I soon settled with and
dismissed him by giving him two shillings; and as he departed, and I
was about entering the coffee-room, another of his ragged fraternity
touched my elbow, when I asked him what he wanted. "Wo, Sir, your
luggage there--" "But I have paid for my luggage--I paid the man you
see going out there." "Yes, Sir; but then you sees, hi elped im put
it hon; hand I elped im along with it, hand it's werry ard, Sir, hif
Ise not to be paid has well as im." I paid the poor fellow a sixpence
for his ingenuity; and as he left, a third one stepped up, of whom I
inquired, "What do _you_ want?" "Why, Sir, your luggage, you know,
there--I am very sorry, Sir, to see you pay that worthless rascal
what's just going out there--I am indeed sorry, Sir--he did nothing,
but was hol the time hin our way--hit urts me, Sir, to see a gentleman
throw is money away upon sich vagabonds, for it's hundoubtedly ard
earned, like the few shillings we poor fellows get." "Well, my good
fellow, what do you want of me?" "Ho, Sir, hit's honly for the cart,
Sir--you will settle with me for the cart, Sir, hif you please--that
first chap you paid ad my cart, hand I'll be bound you ave paid im
twice has much has you hought." "Well, to make short," said I, "here,
take this sixpence for your cart, and be off." I was thus brief, for I
saw two or three others edging and siding up in the passage towards me,
whom I recollected to have seen escorting my luggage, and I retreated
into the coffee-room as suddenly as possible, and stated the case to
one of the waiters, who promised to manage the rest of the affair.

I was thus very comfortable for the night, having no further annoyance
or real excitement until the next morning after breakfast, when it
became necessary to disembark the grizly bears. My other heavy freight
had gone to Her Majesty's Custom-house, and all the passengers from
the cabin and steerage had gone to comfortable quarters, leaving the
two deck passengers, the grizlies, in great impatience, and as yet
undisposed of. My man Daniel had been on the move at an early hour, and
had fortunately made an arrangement with a simple and unsuspecting old
lady in the absence of her "good man," to allow the cage to be placed
in a small yard adjoining her house, and within the same inclosure,
which had a substantial pavement of round stones.

This arrangement for a few days promised to be an advantageous one for
each party. Daniel was to have free access and egress for the purpose
of giving them their food, and the price proposed to the good woman was
met as a liberal reward for the reception of any living beings that
she could imagine, however large, that could come within her idea of
the dimensions of a cage. Daniel had told her that they were two huge
bears; and in his reply to inquiries, assured her that they were not
harmless by any means, but that the enormous strength of their cage
prevented them from doing any mischief.

The kind old lady agreed, for so much per day, to allow the cage to
stand in her yard, by the side of her house, at least until her husband
returned. With much excitement and some growling about the docks and
the wharf, they were swung off from the vessel, and, being placed on a
"float," were conveyed to, and quietly lodged and fed in, the retired
yard of the good woman, when the gate was shut, and they fell into a
long and profound sleep.

The grizly bears being thus comfortably and safely quartered in the
immediate charge of my man Daniel, who had taken an apartment near
them, and my collection being lodged in the Custom-house, I started by
the railway for London to effect the necessary arrangements for their
next move. I had rested in and left Liverpool in the midst of rain, and
fog, and mud, and seen little else of it; and on my way to London I
saw little or nothing of the beautiful country I was passing through,
travelling the whole distance in the night. The luxurious carriage in
which I was seated, however, braced up and embraced on all sides by
deep cushions; the grandeur of the immense stations I was occasionally
passing under; the elegance and comfort of the cafés and restaurants I
was stumbling into with half-sealed eyes, with hundreds of others in
the middle of the night, with the fat, and rotund, and ruddy appearance
of the night-capped fellow-travellers around me, impressed me at once
with the conviction that I was in the midst of a world of comforts and
luxuries that had been long studied and refined upon.

I opened my eyes at daylight at the terminus in the City of London,
but could see little of it, as I was driven to Ibbotson's Hotel, in
Vere-street, through one of the dense fogs peculiar to the metropolis
and to the season of the year in which I had entered it. To a foreigner
entering London at that season, the first striking impression is the
blackness and gloom that everywhere shrouds all that is about him. It
is in his hotel--in his bed-chamber--his dining-room, and if he sallies
out into the street it is there even worse; and added to it dampness,
and fog, and mud, all of which, together, are strong inducements for
him to return to his lodgings, and adopt them as comfortable, and as a
luxury.

I am speaking now of the elements which the Almighty alone can control,
and which only we strangers first see, as the surface of things, when
we enter a foreign land, and before our letters of introduction, or
the kind invitations of strangers, have led us into the participation
of the hospitable and refined comforts prepared and enjoyed by the
ingenuity of enlightened man, within. These I soon found were all
around me, in the midst of this gloom; and a deep sense of gratitude
will often induce me to allude to them again in the future pages of
this work.

My breakfast and a clean face were the first necessary things
accomplished at my hotel, and next to them was my first sally into
the streets of the great metropolis, to inhale the pleasure of first
impressions, and in my rambles to get a glance at the outer walls
and the position of the famous Egyptian Hall, which I have already
said my kind friend the Hon. C. A. Murray had conditionally secured,
as the locale of my future operations. It is quite unnecessary,
and quite impossible also, for me to describe the route I pursued
through the mud and the fog in search of the Hall. Its direction had
been pointed out to me at my start, and something like the distance
explained, which, to an accustomed woodsman like myself, seemed a
better guarantee of success than the names of a dozen streets and
turnings, &c.; and I had "leaned off" on the point of compass, as
I thought, without any light of the sun to keep me to my bearings,
until I thought myself near its vicinity, and at a proper position to
make some inquiry for its whereabouts. I ran against a young man at
the moment (or, rather, he ran against me, as he darted across the
street to the pavement, with a black bag under his arm), whom I felt
fully at liberty to accost; and to my inquiry for the Egyptian Hall,
he very civilly and kindly directed me in the following manner, with
his hand pointing down the street in the opposite direction to the one
in which I was travelling:--"Go to the _bottom_, d'ye see, sir, and
you are at the _top_, of Piccadilly; you then pass the third turning
to the left, and you will see the hexibition of the uge hox; that hox
is in the Hegyptian All, and ee _his_ a wapper, sure enough!" By this
kind fellow's graphic direction I was soon in the Hall, got a glance
of it and "the fat ox," and then commenced my first peregrination,
amidst the mazes of fog and mud, through the Strand, Fleet-street,
and Cheapside; the names of which had rung in my ears from my early
boyhood, and which the sort of charm they had wrought there had created
an impatient desire to see.

I succeeded quite well in wending my way down the Haymarket, the
Strand, and Fleet-street, slipping and sliding through the mud, until I
was in front or in the rear (I could not tell which) of the noble St.
Paul's, whose black and gloomy walls, at the apparent risk of breaking
my neck, I could follow up with my eye, until they were lost in the
murky cloud of fog that floated around them. I walked quite round it,
by which I became duly impressed with its magnitude below, necessarily
leaving my conjectures as to its elevation, for future observations
through a clearer atmosphere.

I then commenced to retrace my steps, when a slight tap upon my
shoulder brought me around to look upon a droll and quizzical-looking
fellow, who very obsequiously proceeded (as he pointed to the collar
of my cloak, the lining of which, it seems, had got a little exposed),
"The lining of your cloak, sir; hit don't look very well for a
gentleman, sir; hexcuse me, hif you please, sir." "Certainly," said
I; "I am much obliged to you," as I adjusted it and passed on. In my
jogging along for some distance after this rencontre, and while my
eyes were intent upon the mud, where I was selecting the places for
my footsteps, I observed a figure that was keeping me close company
by my side, and, on taking a fairer look at him, found the same droll
character still at my elbow, when I turned around and inquired of him,
"What now?" "Ho, sir, your cloak, you know, sir; hit didn't look well,
for a gentleman like you, sir. Your pardon, sir; ha sixpence, hif you
please, sir." I stopped and gave the poor fellow a sixpence for his
ingenuity, and jogged on.

The sagacity of this stratager in rags had detected the foreigner or
stranger in me at first sight, as I learned in a few moments, in
the following amusing way. I had proceeded but a few rods from the
place where I had given him his sixpence and parted company with him,
when, crossing an intersecting street, I was met by a pitiable object
hobbling on one leg, and the other twisted around his hip, in an
unnatural way, with a broom in one hand, and the other extended towards
me in the most beseeching manner, and his face drawn into a triangular
shape, as he was bitterly weeping. I saw the poor fellow's occupation
was that of sweeping the crossing under my feet, and a sixpence that
I slipped into his hand so relaxed the muscles of his face, by this
time, that I at once recognised in him the adjuster of the lining of my
cloak; but I had no remedy, and no other emotion, at the instant, than
that of amusement, with some admiration of his adroitness, and again
passed on.

Casting my eyes before me I observed another poor fellow, at the
crossing of another street, plying his broom to the mud very nimbly (or
rather passing it over, just above the top of the mud), whilst his eye
was fixed intently upon me, whom he had no doubt seen patronizing the
lad whom I had passed. I dodged this poor fellow by crossing the street
to the right, and as I approached the opposite pavement I fell into the
hands of a young woman in rags, who placed herself before me in the
most beseeching attitude, holding on her arm a half-clad and sickly
babe, which she was pinching on one of its legs to make it cry, whilst
she supplicated me for aid. I listened to her pitiable lamentations a
moment, and in reproaching her for her cruelty in exposing the life of
her little infant for the purpose of extorting alms, I asked her why
she did not make her husband take care of her and her child? "Oh, my
kind sir," said she, "I give you my honour I've got no husband; I have
no good opinion of those husbands." "Then I am glad you have informed
me," said I; "you belong to a class of women whom I will not give to."
"Oh, but, kind sir, you mistake me; I am not a bad woman--I am _not_
a bad woman--I assure you! I am a decent woman, and God knows it:
the child is not mine; it is only one that I hires, and I's obliged
to pay eighteen pence a day for it; which is as true as God's holy
writ; that's what it is." "Then," said I, "you are a wretch, to keep
that innocent little thing here in the cold; and, instead of alms, you
deserve to be handed over to the police." She gave me many hard names
as I was stepping into a cab which I had beckoned up and directed to
drive me to Ibbotson's Hotel, in Vere-street.

"Where, sir?" asked the cab-driver as he mounted his seat. "Vy, sir,
didn't you ear the gentleman?" said a man with a large bronze medal
hanging on his breast, who had one hand on the door; "drive im to
Hibbotson's Otel, Were-street, Hoxford-street." "Who are you?" said I,
as we were moving off, and he held the door open with one hand and his
hat raised with the other; "what do you want?"

"I'm the vaterman, sir; you'll recollect the vaterman?" "Yes, I'll
not forget you in a long time." So I shut the door without giving the
poor man his ha'penny, not knowing the usual custom yet, and too much
pressed for time to learn it at that moment.

I observed, in passing several equestrian and other statues in the
streets, that they were all black; which seemed curious; and also,
in every street, I saw what was new to me, and not to be seen in
the streets of the American cities--meat-shops and fishmongers
indiscriminately mingled along the same side-walks with dry
goods--hosiers, china, and hardware--and fancy shops; and also
performed the whole route, outward and homeward, without having seen
a solitary pig ploughing the gutters, as we too familiarly meet them
in many of the American cities, though the gutters, much of the way,
would seem to have offered a tolerably rich field for their geological
researches.

I met with evidences enough, however, that I was not out of the land of
pigs, though they were not seen promenading or ploughing the streets.
I passed several shops, all open in front, where poor piggies were
displayed in a much less independent way--hanging by their hind legs
at full length, and the blood dripping from their noses upon the
sills of the shops and pavements, to amuse the eyes of the silken and
dazzling throng that was squeezing and brushing along by them; and
whilst I easily decided which was the most cruel to the poor brutes, I
was much at a loss to decide which mode was calculated to be the most
shocking to the nerves that would be weak enough to be offended by
either.

I was thus at the end of my first day's rambles in London, without at
present recollecting any other occurrences worthy of note, excepting
a little annoyance I had felt by discovering with my left eye, while
walking in the street, something like a small black spot on the side
of my nose, which, by endeavouring many times to remove by the brush
of my hand across it, I had evidently greatly enlarged, and which,
when I returned, I examined and found to have been at first, in all
probability, a speck of soot which had alighted there, and by passing
my hand over it had, as in other instances, on other parts of my face,
mashed it down and given it somewhat the shape and tail of a comet, or
the train of a falling star, though differing materially in brilliancy
and colour.

I used the rest of this gloomy day in obtaining from the Lords of
the Treasury the proper order for passing my collection through the
Customs, which has been before mentioned, arranging my letters of
credit, &c., and returned by the evening's train to Liverpool, to join
my collection again, and Daniel and the grizly bears.

On my return to that city I found poor Daniel in a sad dilemma with
the old lady about the bears, and the whole neighbourhood under a high
excitement, and in great alarm for their safety. The bears had been
landed in the briefest manner possible; exempted from the usual course
that almost everything else takes through the Queen's warehouse; and,
though relieved from the taxes of the customs, I soon found that I had
duties of a different character accumulating that required my attention
in another quarter. The agreement made by the old lady with Daniel to
keep them in her yard for so much per day, and for as long a time as he
required, had been based upon the express and very judicious condition
that they were to do no harm. From the moment of their landing they
had kept up an almost incessant howling, so Rocky-Mountain-ish and so
totally unlike any attempts at music ever heard in the country before,
that it attracted a crowd night and day about the old lady's door, that
almost defeated all attempts at ingress and egress. A little vanity,
however, which she still possessed, enabled her to put up with the
inconvenience, which she was turning to good account, and counting
good luck, until it was ascertained, to her great amazement as well as
alarm, that the bears were passing their huge paws out of the cage,
between the iron bars, and lifting up the round stones of her pavement
for the pleasure of once more getting their nails into the dirt, their
favourite element, and which they had for a long time lost sight of.

In their unceasing pursuit of this amusement, by night and by day,
they had made a sad metamorphosis of the old lady's pavement, as, with
the strength of their united paws, they had drawn the cage around to
different parts of the yard, totally unpaving as they went along. At
the time of the poor old lady's bitterest and most vehement complaint,
they were making their move in the direction of her humble tenement,
the walls of which were exceedingly slight; and her alarm became
insupportable. The ignorant crowd outside of the inclosure, who could
get but a partial view of their operations now and then, had formed
the most marvellous ideas of these monsters, from the report current
amongst them that they were eating the paving-stones; and had taken the
most decided and well-founded alarm from the fact that the bears had
actually hurled some of the paving-stones quite over the wall amongst
their heads, which were calling back an increased shower of stones and
other missiles, adding fresh rage and fears to the growling of the
bears, which altogether was threatening results of a more disastrous
kind.

In this state of affairs I was very justly appealed to by the old lady
for redress and a remedy, for it was quite evident that the condition
of her agreement with Daniel had been broken, as the bears were now
decidedly doing much harm to her premises; destroying all her rest,
and (as she said) "her appetite and her right mind;" and I agreed
that it was my duty, as soon as possible, to comply with her urgent
request that they should be removed. She insisted on its being done
that day, as "it was quite impossible to pass another night in her
own bed, when there was such howling and groaning and grunting in
her yard, by the side of her house." Daniel took my directions and
immediately went through the town in search of other quarters for
them, and was to attend to their moving whilst I was to spend the day
in the Custom-house, attending to the examination of my collection of
600 paintings and many thousand Indian costumes, weapons and other
curiosities, which were to be closely inspected and inventoried, for
duties.

Immersed in this mystery of difficulties and vexations at the customs
during the day, I had lost sight of Daniel and his pets until I was
free at night, when I was assailed with a more doleful tale than ever
about the bears. Troubles were gathering on all sides. Poor Daniel
had positively arranged in several places for them, but when "their
characters were asked from their last places," he met defeat in every
case, and was obliged to meet, at last, the increased plaints of his
old landlady, whose rage and ranting were now quite beyond control.
She had made complaint to the police, of whom a _posse_ had been sent
to see to their removal. Daniel in the mean time had dodged them, and
was smiling amidst the crowd at the amusing idea of their laying hold
of them, or of even going into the yard to them. The police reported
on the utter impossibility of removing them to any other part of the
town, their "character" having been so thoroughly published already to
all parts; and it was advised, to the utter discomfiture of the old
lady, that it would be best for them to remain there until they should
be removed to London, and that I should pay for all damages. The poor
old lady afterwards had a final interview with Daniel in the crowd,
when she very judiciously resolved that if the bears did not move, _she
must_--which she did that night, and placed Daniel in her bed, as the
guardian of her property and of his pets, until the third or fourth
day afterwards, when they were moved to the railway, and by it (night
and day, catching what glimpses they could of the country they were
serenading with their howls and growls as they passed through it under
their tarpaulin) they were conveyed to the great metropolis.

Owing to the multiplicity of articles to be examined and inventoried
in the customs, and the great embarrassment of the clerics in writing
down their Indian names, my labours were protracted there to much
tediousness; but when all was brought to a close by their proposing,
most judiciously, to count the number of curiosities instead of wasting
paper and time and paralysing my jaws by pronouncing half a dozen times
over, and syllable by syllable, their Indian names, my collection of
eight tons weight was all on the road and soon at the Euston station in
London, where we again recognised the mournful cries of the grizlies,
who had arrived the night before.

On arriving at the station, I found Daniel at a small inn in the
vicinity, where he seemed highly excited by some unpleasant altercation
he had had with the landlord and inmates of the house, growing out of
national and political prejudices, which had most probably been too
strongly advanced on both sides. Daniel had suddenly raised a great
excitement in the neighbourhood by his arrival with the grizly bears,
whose occasional howlings had attracted crowds of people, curious to
know the nature of the strange arrival; and all inquirers about the
station being referred to their keeper, who was at the inn, brought
Daniel and his patience into notoriety at once.

Daniel (_Plate No. 2_) is an Irishman, who emigrated to the United
States some twenty years since, and, by dint of his industry and hard
labour, had met with success in acquiring an humble independence, and
had formed the most undoubted attachment to the Government and its
institutions; and, from his reading, and conversation with the world,
had informed himself tolerably well in political matters, which he was
always ready to discuss; and being rather of a hasty and irascible
temperament, he often got into debates of that nature, that led him
into danger of unpleasant results. It was in the midst of one of
these that I found him at the inn, surrounded by at least a hundred
labouring men and idlers from the streets, who had been drawn around
him at first, as I have said, to get some information of the bears,
but who had changed their theme, and were now besieging him on all
sides, to combat him on some political dogma he had advanced relative
to his favourite and adopted country, the United States; or to taunt
him with slaunts at his native country, all of which, with his native
wit, he was ready to meet with ability, until, as he afterwards told
me, "they were showered upon him so rapidly, and from so many quarters
at once, that it became quite impossible to answer them, and that the
stupid ignorance and impertinence of some of them had worn out all
his patience, and irritated him to that degree, that I must excuse
him for the excitement I had found him under when I arrived." With
much difficulty I rescued him from the crowd that had enclosed him,
and, retiring to a private room, after matters of business had been
arranged, he gave me the following account of the difficulties he had
just been in, and of the incidents of his journey from Liverpool to
London with the bears.

 [Illustration: N^o. 2.]

At Liverpool he had had great difficulty in getting permission to
travel by the luggage train, to keep company with the bears, the
necessity of which he urged in vain, until he represented that, unless
he was with them to feed them, their howlings and other terrific noises
and ravings would frighten their hands all out of the stations, and
even add probabilities to their breaking loose from the cage in
which they were confined, to feed upon the human flesh around them, and
of which they were peculiarly fond. Upon these representations, he was
allowed the privilege of a narrow space, to stand or to sit, in the
corner of one of the luggage-trains, and thus bore the bears company
all the way.

When they entered the first tunnel on their way, they raised a hideous
howl, which they continued until they were through it, which might
have been from a feeling of pleasure, recognizing in it something of
the character of the delightful gloominess of their own subterranean
abodes; or their outcries might have been from a feeling of dread or
fear from those narrow and damp caverns, too much for their delicate
tastes and constitutions. This, however, is matter for the bears to
decide. At Birmingham, where they rested on the truck for the greater
part of a day, their notification to the town had called vast crowds
of spectators around them; and though their tarpaulin prevented them
from being seen, many, very many, drew marvellous accounts of them
from one another, and from the flying reports which had reached them
several days before from Liverpool, of "two huge monsters imported from
the Rocky Mountains, that had scales like alligators, with long spears
of real flint at the ends of their tails; that they made nothing of
eating paving-stones when they were hungry, and that in Liverpool they
had escaped, and were travelling to the north, and demolishing all the
inhabitants of Lancashire as they went along," &c. Their occasional
howls and growls, with, once in a while, a momentary display of one
of their huge paws, exhibited from under the tarpaulin, riveted the
conviction of the gaping multitude as to the terror and danger of these
animals, while it put at rest all apprehensions as to their being at
large and overrunning the country. Poor Daniel had to stand between
the crowd and his pets, to save them from the peltings and insults
of the crowd, and at the same time, to muster every talent he had at
natural history, to answer the strange queries and theories that were
raised about them. He was assailed on every side with questions as
to the appearance and habits of the animals, and at last, about "the
other animals," as they called them, "running on two legs, in America;"
for many of them, from his representations, had come fresh from the
coal-pits and factories, with ideas that Americans were a sort of
savages, and that savages, they had understood, were "a sort of wild
beastises, and living on raw meat." These conjectures and queries were
answered amusingly for them, by Daniel; and, after he had a little
enlightened them by the information he gave them, their conversation
took a sort of political turn, which, I have before said, he was prone
to run into; and thus, luckily, the time was whiled away, without any
_set-to_ to bother the bears and himself, which he had seen evidently
preparing, until the whistle announced them and him on their way again
for the metropolis.

The next morning he found himself and the bears safe landed at the
terminus in London, where I have already said that I found him and
released him from a medley of difficulties he had worked himself into.

The keeper of the inn had himself been the first to provoke poor
Daniel, but when he found it for his interest, and advised a different
course, he endeavoured to turn his criticisms into good nature, and
had taken sides with him. Daniel, very amusingly however, describes
his remarks as so excessively ignorant, that they excited his mirth
more than anger, and he repeated several of them in the following
manner:--He first provoked Daniel by inquiring "who his master was,
and where he was at that time." Daniel replied to him, somewhat to his
surprise, "I have no master, Sir; I live in a country, thank God, where
we are our own masters. My 'boss' (if you will have it that way) is a
Mr. Catlin, who I expect here in a few hours." Finding that Daniel and
the bears were from America, of which country he had heard some vague
accounts, he very innocently enquired who was the King in America at
that time, apologizing, that by the treacherousness of his memory he
had lost the run of them. Daniel told him that they had no king in
America. He then said "he well recollected when the old fellow died,
but he had equally forgotten the name of the Queen; he recollected to
have read of the King of New York." Daniel soon put his recollection
right, and in doing so had given umbrage to the poor man, which led to
the long and excited political debate with which I found Daniel so much
exasperated when I arrived.

Daniel had, in the beginning of this affair, explained to the
bystanders around him the difference between a King and a President,
and then had provoked his landlord by amusingly and pleasantly
repeating the anecdote of "King Jefferson" (which is current in
America) in reply to his questions about the "King of New York;" and in
the following manner:--

"During the presidency of Thomas Jefferson, who lived in the city of
Washington, two poor emigrants from the county of Cork, in my own
country, made their way to America in a vessel which landed them in
Philadelphia; they got ashore, and as they were taking their first
stroll through the streets in the 'land of liberty and equality,'
without a shilling in their pockets, they began to 'sing out' 'Huzza
for King George!' This of course excited too much opposition to last
long in the streets of a republican city, and a gentleman very kindly
stopped the poor fellows, and to their great surprise informed them
that he feared they would get into difficulty if they continued to
huzza for the king, as King George was not the king of the country they
were now in. He informed them that Mr. Jefferson was the great man in
America--that he was President of the United States, and that it would
not do for them to huzza for King George. They thanked him, and as
they proceeded on they increased the volume of their voices in huzzas
for 'King Jefferson!--huzza for King Jefferson!' This soon excited the
attention of the police, who silenced their bawling by 'putting them in
the jug!'"




                              CHAPTER III.

  Letters of introduction--Driving a friend's horse and chaise--Amusing
      accidents--English driving--"Turn to the _right_, as the law
      directs"--A turn to the _left_--A fresh difficulty--Egyptian
      Hall--Lease for three years--Arrangement of collection--Bears sold
      and removed to Regent's Park Zoological Gardens--Their fates.


Having landed all my effects safely at the terminus in London, the
next thing was the final _locale_; and to decide on this, my letters
of introduction, or a part of them at least, should be delivered; and
for this and other dodgings about through the city for a few days,
the first gentleman to whom I delivered a letter had the kindness to
insist on my using his horse and chaise during certain portions of the
day, when he did not use them himself. This was the kindest thing that
he could have done for me, and I shall never forget the obligation he
laid me under by doing so. His footman, who accompanied me, relieved me
from all anxiety about the horse, which was a noble animal; and my long
errands through the mud were most delightfully abridged.

As the fatalities of life seem to bring us more or less trouble in
every step we take in it, I had mine, even in this new and independent
arrangement. In my first dash through the streets with all the
confidence and tact I had acquired from my boyhood in driving a
similar vehicle in my own country, I was suddenly in the midst of
fresh misfortune by "turning to the right, as the law directs" (the
regulation and custom of the United States), which brought my horse
into the most frightful collision with a pair that were driven by a
gentleman, and who had reined in the same direction under the English
custom of "turn to the left."

This affair was not only one of imminent danger of harm, which we had
all luckily escaped, but one of exceeding mortification to me from the
circumstances which immediately followed.

The extreme care and skill in driving, with the fine training of horses
in England (of which we have little idea in the United States), render
accidents in the streets of London so exceedingly rare, that when
they do occur they immediately attract an immense crowd, and into the
midst of such an one was I thrown by the unfortunate accident which my
ignorance rather than carelessness had just been the cause of.

By the violence of the concussion I had been landed in the street, and
the gentleman, to whose harness I had done some injury, was suddenly
in front of me with his whip in his hand; and in the hearing of the
crowd that was hovering around, in the most excited manner, demanding
of me what I meant by driving against him in that awkward manner, and
threatening to hold me responsible for damages done by not turning the
right way, whilst I felt every disposition to answer his questions
respectfully, as I saw the injury was all on his side. I still felt
that a little tenacity was allowable on my side; and I almost as
peremptorily demanded of him why he did not rein to the right, as the
law requires:--"Rein to the right!" said he, "who the devil ever heard
of such a thing as turning to the right? Where are you from, I should
like to know?" "I am from a country, sir, where the law directs all
vehicles to 'turn to the right.'" "What country is that, I should like
to know?" "North America, sir." "Ha! just about what I should have
thought, sir:--I suppose I shall get pay for my coupling-lines about
the time the States pay interest." "Most likely," said I, as we were
mutually taking our seats, amidst the sullen remarks that I heard in
various parts of the crowd as I was driving off--"There's a Yankee
for you!--ee's a rum-looking fellow, ha?--There's a Repudiator for
you"--"I'll be bound--" &c., &c., &c.

I drove off from this scene with some satisfaction that I had learned
so important a fact at so little expense, and steered my way very
safely amidst the thousands of vehicles of various sorts that I was
passing and meeting, in which time I was very pleasantly receiving
a brief lecture on the subject from my good-natured and very civil
footman, who was behind me; in which (having silently learned in the
disaster we had just witnessed that I was from a foreign country) he
took especial pains to explain to me that "in Hengland it's holays
the abit to turn to the left." Just at that moment I found myself in
a fresh difficulty, and some danger also, by one wheel of my chaise
grinding against the curbstone, and a huge omnibus in full press
against us, and driving us on to the pavement, where it had at that
moment stopped and fastened us, whilst discharging a passenger. I
demanded of the driver, a sullen-looking fellow, half covered with
an apron or boot which protected him from the weather in front, and
something like a feather-bed and bolsters tied around his neck and
chin, and half concealing his bloated face, what he meant by reining
in upon me in that way, and crowding me upon the pavement? to which
he grumly replied as he snapped his whip, "I should like to know what
business you have in there?" "Never mind," said I, "I shall go ahead."
"No you woan't--ain't you old enough to know which side of a carriage
to pass?" At that moment the conductor of the omnibus cried out "All
right!" which was echoed by a policeman who had taken my horse by the
bit. I was somewhat relieved, though a little surprised, at the verdict
given by the conductor and the policeman at the same instant, that
"all" (or both), as I at that moment understood it, "were right." I
sat still of course till the omnibus had left us, nearly crushed, but
luckily not damaged, when I said to my footman, "Why, what does this
mean?--what do you call the 'left side' in this country, I should like
to know?" To this he very distinctly as well as amusingly explained,
that the invariable custom in England is when _meeting_ a vehicle,
to turn to the _left_, and when _passing_, to turn to the _right_.
But why did the policeman and the conductor say we were both right or
"all right?" "Why, sir, you know wen the homnibus olds up to land a
gent or a lady, or to take em hin, it would be wery hawkard to drive
off wen the lady ad one leg hin the bus and the other hout; so wen
they are both hout or both hin, and all right, the conductor ollows
out 'Holl right!' and the bus goes hon, d'ye see, sir?" "Ah, yes, I
thank you, Jerry, I understand it now." I was then growing wiser every
moment amongst the incidents that were occasionally taking place in my
drives with the goodnatured footman and his fine horse, which I used
for several days, much to my satisfaction and amusement, without other
accident or incident worth the reader's valuable time.

I called upon my kind friend the Hon. C. A. Murray, at his office in
Buckingham Palace, where I was received with all that frankness and
sincerity peculiar to him; and, with his kind aid, and that of Charles
D. Archibald, Esq., of York Terrace, to whom I am also much indebted,
the arrangements were soon made for my collection in the Egyptian Hall,
which I took on a lease, for three years, at a rent of 550_l._ per
annum.

My collection was soon in it, and preparing for its exhibition, while
the grizly bears were still howling at the Euston station, impatient
for a more congenial place for their future residence. It was quite
impossible to give them any portion of the premises I had contracted
for in the Egyptian Hall, and the quarters ultimately procured for
them being expensive, and the anxieties and responsibilities for
them daily increasing upon me as they were growing stronger and more
vicious in their dispositions, it was decided that they should be
offered for sale, and disposed of as soon as possible. For this
purpose I addressed letters to the proprietors of zoological gardens
in Liverpool, in Dublin, and Edinburgh, and several other towns, and
received, in reply from most of them, the answer that they already had
them in their gardens, and that they were so complete a drug in England
that they were of little value. One proprietor assured me that he had
recently been obliged to shoot two that he had in his gardens, in
consequence of mischief they were doing to people visiting the grounds,
and to the animals in the gardens.

My reply to several of these gentlemen was, that since the death of
the famous old grizly bear, that had died a few months before in
Regent's-park, it was quite certain that there had not been one in
the kingdom until the arrival of these, "and that if either of those
gentlemen would produce me another living grizly bear, at that time, in
the kingdom, I would freely give him my pair." This seemed, however, to
have little weight with the proprietors of wild beasts; but I at length
disposed of them for about the same price that I had given for them
four years before, when they were not much larger than my foot (for the
sum of 125_l._); and they went to the Zoological Gardens, Regent's Park.

A word or two more of them and the reader will have done with the
grizlies, who had been much obliged to me, no doubt, for four years'
maintenance, and for a sight of the beauties of the ocean, and as much
of the land of comforts and refinements as they were allowed to see
through the bars of their cage, while they were travelling from the
rude wilds of the Rocky Mountains to the great metropolis, the seat and
centre of civilization and refinement. As in their new abode they were
allowed more scope and better attendance, it was reasonable to suppose
that their lives would have been prolonged, and their comfort promoted;
but such did not prove to be the case. From the continual crowds about
them, to which they had the greatest repugnance, they seemed daily to
pine, until one of them died of exceeding disgust (unless a better
cause can be assigned), and the other with similar symptoms, added to
loneliness perhaps, and despair, in a few months afterwards.

Thus ended the career of the grizly bears, and I really believe there
were no tears shed for them, unless they were tears of joy, for they
seemed to extend their acquaintance only to add to the list of their
enemies, wherever they went.




                              CHAPTER IV.

  Indian Collection arranged for exhibition--Description of
      it--The Hon. Charles Augustus Murray--Collection opened to
      private view--Kindness of the Hon. Mr. Murray--Distinguished
      visitors--Mr. Murray's explanations--Kind reception by the Public
      and the Press--Kind friends--Fatigue of explaining and answering
      questions--Curious remedy proposed by a friend--Pleasures and
      pains of a friendly and fashionable dinner.


My business now, and all my energies, were concentrated at the Egyptian
Hall, where my collection was arranged upon the walls. The main hall
was of immense length, and contained upon its walls 600 portraits and
other paintings which I had made during eight years' travels amongst
forty-eight of the remotest and wildest tribes of Indians in America,
and also many thousands of articles of their manufacture, consisting
of costumes, weapons, &c. &c., forming together a pictorial history
of those tribes, which I had been ambitious to preserve as a record
of them, to be perpetuated long after their extinction. In the middle
of the room I had erected also a wigwam (or lodge) brought from the
country of the Crows, at the base of the Rocky Mountains, made of
some twenty or more buffalo skins, beautifully dressed and curiously
ornamented and embroidered with porcupine quills.

My friend the Honourable C. A. Murray, with several others, had now
announced my collection open to their numerous friends and such others
as they chose to invite during the three first days when it was
submitted to their private view, and by whom it was most of the time
filled; and being kindly presented to most of them, my unsentimental
and unintellectual life in the atmosphere of railroads and grizly bears
was suddenly changed to a cheering flood of soul and intellect which
greeted me in every part of my room, and soon showed me the way to the
recessed world of luxury, refinements, and comforts of London, which
not even the imagination of those who merely stroll through the streets
can by any possibility reach.

During this private view I found entered in my book the names of very
many of the nobility, and others of the most distinguished people
of the kingdom. My friend Mr. Murray was constantly present, and
introduced me to very many of them, who had the kindness to leave
their addresses and invite me to their noble mansions, where I soon
appreciated the elegance, the true hospitality and refinement of
English life. Amongst the most conspicuous of those who visited my
rooms on this occasion were H. R. H. the Duke of Cambridge, the Duke
and Duchess of Sutherland, the Duke and Duchess of Buccleuch, Duke of
Devonshire, Duke of Wellington, the Bishop of London, the Bishop of
Norwich, Sir Robert and Lady Peel, Lord Grosvenor, Lord Lennox, Duke
of Richmond, Duke of Rutland, Duke of Buckingham, Countess-Dowager of
Dunmore, Countess-Dowager of Ashburnham, Earl of Falmouth, Earl of
Dunmore, Lord Monteagle, Lord Ashley, Earl of Burlington, Sir James and
Lady Clark, Sir Augustus d'Este, Sir Francis Head, and many others of
the nobility, with most of the editors of the press, and many private
literary and scientific gentlemen, of whose kindness to me while in
London I shall have occasion to speak in other parts of this work.

The kindness of my friend Mr. Murray on this occasion can never
be forgotten by me. He pointed out to my illustrious visitors the
principal chiefs and warriors of the various tribes, with many of whom
he was personally acquainted; explaining their costumes, weapons,
&c., with all of which his rambles in the Indian countries beyond the
Mississippi and Missouri had made him quite familiar. He led Duchesses,
Countesses, and Ladies in succession upon his arm, into the wigwam
of buffalo-hides, where he descanted, to the great satisfaction and
amusement of his friends, upon the curious modes of Indian life into
which he had been initiated, and which he had long shared with these
simple people, whilst he resided with them under roofs of buffalo-hides
(like the one now over their heads) on the vast plains and prairies of
the wilds of America.

This was evidently an opportunity affording him great satisfaction, of
illustrating to his friends the styles of primitive life which he had
witnessed in America, whilst his explanations and descriptions were
exceedingly entertaining and amusing to them, and at the same time the
strongest corroboration of the fidelity with which I had made them, and
therefore the best recommendation of them and me to the consideration
of the English community.

He was fully employed, as he led alternately the Duchess of Sutherland
(with her lovely daughters by her side), and the Duchess of Buccleuch
on his arm, and a numerous group around him, while he commented upon
the features and disposition of his old friend _Wee-ta-ra-sha-ro_, who
had taken him under his immediate protection and saved his life from
the designs of some young men who had laid their plans to destroy him
when in the country of the Pawnees.

He explained to them and the Bishops of London and Norwich, who were
following in the wake of the ladies and giving ear, the religious
ceremony of the Indians, their modes of warfare, of hunting, and
throwing the lasso in catching the wild horse. He showed them the
Indian cradles in which the squaws carry their pappooses, slung on
their backs. He took in his hands the lasso, and illustrated the mode
of throwing it, with which he was familiar. He took also in his hands
their war-clubs, their tomahawks and scalping knives, and then the
scalps from the heads of enemies slain in battle, and ably explained
them all. With these he made lasting and thrilling impressions; but
with more satisfaction to himself, and to the fair and tender Graces,
whose sylph-like gracefulness formed a halo of loveliness around
him, he pointed to my paintings of the ever verdant and enamelled
prairies--to the very copses and lawns through which, with his
unerring rifle, he had stalked the timid antelope or the stately elk
and shaggy bison, and, after quieting his raving stomach with their
broiled delicacies, he had straightened his wearied limbs upon his
spread buffalo robe, and, with the long, waving grass and bowing lilies
stooping over his head, he had reflected upon London, upon Palaces and
friends, as he had glided into that sweet forgetfulness that belongs
peculiarly to the wearied huntsman, whose rifle has catered for his
stomach, and whose quiet conscience starts him not at the rustling of
the sweetened winds that are gently breezing over him.

_I_ was also constantly engaged with surrounding groups, who
were anxious to know the meaning and moral of this strange and
unintelligible collection, while my man Daniel, with his rod in his
hand, was enlightening another party at the end of the room, by
pointing out the leading personages of the various tribes, explaining
their costumes, weapons, &c., and answering the thousand questions
which were put to him, and which several years of familiarity with the
subject had abundantly qualified him to do.

Thus passed my first interview with the English aristocracy. I was in
the midst and the best of it; and by it, on all sides, was met with
the kindliest feelings and condescension, while I received compliments
from all (in the most undoubted sincerity) for the successful efforts I
had thus made to perpetuate the records of an abused and dying race of
human beings.

The reception that myself and my works met on these days, amongst
the highest critics, the most refined and elevated of the world, was
beyond description pleasurable to me, as I had arrived a stranger in a
foreign land, where I had risked everything upon the value that should
be set upon my labours; and that, where I had been told that national
prejudices would labour to defeat me. My life had been a tissue of
risks and chances, and I resolved to hazard again; and I am now pleased
(and bound) to acknowledge that I was frankly met with the most
unprejudiced and congenial feelings; and, even more than that, with a
settled and genuine sympathy for the benighted people whom my works
were representing, and a disposition to reward my labours by kind and
unexpected invitations to the hospitable boards of those who fill the
highest and most enviable stations in life.

To this general feeling it affords me pleasure to respond in general
terms, in this place; and I shall have occasion, in other parts of this
work, to return my personal thanks for such spontaneous kindness, which
my lasting gratitude will make it my duty to allude to.

The editors of the leading literary and scientific journals of London,
and of the daily newspapers, were chiefly there, and with their very
friendly and complimentary notices of my collection, with the usual
announcements by advertisements, I opened it for the inspection of the
public on the first day of February, 1840.[2]

 [2] The reader, by referring to Appendix A of this volume, will see
     the comments of the Press on this Collection, in _England_,
     _France_, and the _United States_.

Its commencement was flattering, from the numbers and high
respectability of my visitors, and I was pleased, from day to day, to
meet the faces and friendly greetings of those whom I had seen there at
the private view.

I was pleased also with the freedom which is granted to exhibitions in
London, leaving them entirely independent of tithing or taxation, as
well as of licences to be obtained from the police, as is the case in
France and some other countries. Under such auspices I very pleasantly
commenced, with a rent of 550_l._ per annum, and continued it with
reasonable success for the space of four years. The vicissitudes and
incidents of that time it is not the object of this work to detail;
but I shall connect the links of my narrative better, and, I trust, do
no injustice to my readers, by reciting a few of the incidents that
transpired in that time: and, while I am doing so, endeavouring to do
the justice which gratitude prompts, to those persons whose kindness
has laid me under peculiar obligations.

Amongst those kind friends I must be allowed at present to mention
the names of the Hon. C. A. Murray, Sir Augustus d'Este, Charles D.
Archibald, Esq., Sir James Clark, Sir Thomas Phillips, Mr. Petty
Vaughan, Dr. Hodgkin, Capt. Shippard, Sir Francis Head, Lord Monteagle,
John Murray, A. M. Perkins, and Sir David Wilkie; and there were many
others with these who were very frequently at my rooms; and for their
friendly and constant efforts to promote my interest they have my
sincerest thanks.

Several of these gentlemen, and others, whose visits were so frequent
to my rooms, having formed an acquaintance with the Indians in their
own country, or, from feelings of sympathy for them, taken so deep an
interest in the subject, relieved me much of my time from the fatiguing
task which I had adopted of explaining around the rooms such subjects
as I considered most curious and instructive, and of answering the
thousands of questions which were naturally put in every part of the
room for information on so novel and exciting a theme.

I had entered upon this, at first, not as a task but an amusement,
from which I drew great pleasure whilst I was entertaining my visitors
and cultivating their pleasing acquaintance. From an over desire and
effort on my part to explain the peculiar and curious modes of those
wild people, and from a determination on the part of my visitors to get
these explanations from my own lips (although I had my man Daniel and
several others constantly in the rooms for the same purpose), I was
held in my exhibition rooms almost daily from morning until night.

My men were able to explain the meaning of everything in the
collection, but this did not satisfy the public whilst I was present.
All inquired for me: "Where's Mr. Catlin? he's the Lion; his collection
is wonderful; but I would give more to see him than all the rest." "He
is yonder, Madam, at the farther end of the room, where you see a
crowd of people around him."

I was generally in the midst of a crowd, who were densely packed around
me; moving about the rooms whilst, with a rod in my hand to point
with, I was lecturing or answering the numerous questions which were
naturally put relative to these strange people and their modes. To
lecture or to explain all day, following the current of one's thoughts,
would have been a thing feasible, though fatiguing; but to stand upon
one's feet and all day long to answer to interrogations, and many of
those fifty times over, to different parties who were successively
taking me in tow, I soon found was far more fatiguing than my travels
and labours in the Indian wilderness; and I at length (at a much later
period than my friends and my physician advised) gradually withdrew
from the scene and this suicidal course, just before it might have been
too late to have saved anything useful of me.

I followed the advice of my physician by going to my rooms at stated
hours, but soon departed from it by failing to leave them with
punctuality, and take recreation in the open air. The partial change I
had adopted, however, was of advantage to me--talking part of the day
and breaking off and leaving my men to do the talking for the other
half.

Like most adventurers in wilderness life I was fond of describing
what I had seen; and, having the works of several years around me, in
their crude and unfinished condition, spread before the criticising
world, and difficult to be appreciated, I was doubly stimulated to be
in the collection, and with all the breath I could spare, to add to
the information which the visitors to my rooms were seeking for. Under
these conflicting feelings I struggled to keep away from my rooms, and
did so for a part of the day, and that, as I soon found, only to meet a
more numerous and impatient group when I re-entered.

All of the above-mentioned kind friends, and many others, repeatedly
called to impress upon me the necessity of leaving my exhibition to my
men, "to save my lungs--to save my life," as they said. Some snatched
me away from the crowd, and in the purest kindness hurled me through
the streets in their carriages, still _yelling_ answers to their
numerous questions as we were passing over the noisy pavements; and
then at their kind and festive boards, to which I had been brought as
places of refuge and repose, I was, for an instance, presented as--"My
dear, this is Mr. Catlin! (_Plate No. 3, next page._)--Mother, you have
heard of Mr. Catlin?--Cousins Lucy and Fanny, here's the celebrated Mr.
Catlin you have heard me speak of so often. Poor fellow! I have dragged
him away from his exhibition, where they are talking him to death--he
_must_ have _repose_--and here we can entertain and amuse him. Here, my
little chicks--come here all of you--here's Mr. Catlin!--here's the man
who has been so long among the wild Indians! he will tell you a great
many curious stories about them. Where's sister Ellen, and Betty?" "Oh,
they are in the garden with Mr. S. and his son, who has just returned
from New Zealand." "Good, good; run for them, run for them, quick! Send
the carriage for aunt W----n as swift as possible, and don't let her
fail to stop on the way and bring Lady R----e: you know how fond she is
of the Indian character--she was three years, you know, in Canada--and
the poem she is now writing on the Indians! What a treat this will be
to her! Won't it be delightful to see her and Mr. Catlin come together?
She told me the other day she had a thousand questions she wished to
put to Mr. Catlin--how interesting! Have the dinner up at _six_--no,
say at _seven_; it will give us the more time for conversation, and
for Professor D., the phrenologist, to get here, and whom I have
invited--he's always behind the time--and this treat will be so rich to
him--I would not miss him for anything in the world."

My lecturing lungs and stomach being under a running engagement for
dinner at three o'clock, the sound of "_six_"--then, "no, _seven_,"
with the words "Indian poem," "phrenologist," &c., produced a most
rebellious and faltering sensation in my chest; the one entirely
exhausted from its customary exertions until three o'clock, and the
other, at that moment, completely in a state of collapse. The difficult
trials I had lived through with the latter, however, in my wild
adventures in the Indian wilderness, and the more recent proofs in the
Egyptian Hall, of the elasticity of the other, inspired me with courage
to enter upon the ordeal that was before me, and (even in distress)
justly to appreciate what was so kindly preparing for me.

I here instantly forgot my troubles as the party entered from the
gardens, when I was thus presented by my good friend:--"Ellen, my dear,
and Betty, here's Mr. Catlin; and, Mr. S----n, I have the extreme
pleasure of presenting to your acquaintance the famous Mr. Catlin,
whose name and whose works are familiar to you: and now, Catlin, my
dear fellow, I introduce you to Mr. J. S., the son of the gentleman
with whom I have just made you acquainted. Mr. J. S. has just returned
from amongst the natives of New Zealand, where he has spent three or
four years; and your descriptions of all the modes and customs of
the North American Indians, compared with his accounts of the New
Zealanders, will be so rich a treat to us!----But, Catlin, you look
pale! Are you not well? You look so fagged!" "Yes, yes; I am well."
"Oh, that plagued exhibition of yours--it will be the death of you! You
must keep away from it, or you will talk yourself to death there! My
good friends, come, take seats! Catlin, my dear fellow, come, join us
in a glass of good old sherry--it will give you an appetite for your
dinner--Is it to your liking?" "I thank you, it is very fine." "Will
you take another?" "No, I am much obliged to you." "My dear, look at
the clock--what time is it?" "Quarter past five." "Ah, well, I didn't
think it was so late--be sure to have the dinner up at seven--do you
hear?"

 [Illustration: N^o. 3.]

Oh, Time and Paper! I will not tax you with the pains of kindness I
was at that moment entering upon--I, who had been for eight years
eating at the simple Indians' hospitable boards, where eating and
talking are seldom done together; or taking my solitary meals, cooked
by my own hand; where I had no one to talk with--but will leave it to
Imagination's exhaustless colours, which, for a harmless pastime, will
paint the pleasures, perhaps, of the dragging hours of my lifetime that
I sighed through from that until twelve o'clock at night (the last
half-hour of which I had stood upon my feet, with my hat in my hand,
taking affectionate leave, with, "My dear, charming Sir, you can't tell
how happy we have all been--your accounts have been so interesting!
You _must_ come another evening and dine with us, and we will have
Mr. G. and Mr. and Mrs. L----n; they will be so impatient to hear you
tell all you have told us. Good night!--_good_ night!--we shall all
be in a party at your exhibition to-morrow at an early hour, at ten
o'clock--mind, don't forget the hour--and it will be so delightful to
hear you explain everything in your collection, which my dear husband
has seen so often, and says are so curious and interesting. Poor
fellow! he is quite knocked up--he has been up all day, and constantly
talking, and was so completely worn out that he went off to bed an hour
ago--you will know how to excuse him. We ladies can often entertain our
friends long after _his_ powers of conversation are fagged out. Good
night--good night, my dear Sir--farewell!"

Thus and at that hour I took leave, when the busses and cabs were all
still, and I had, from necessity, a solitary walk of three miles to
my lodgings; and before I laid my head on my pillow, from an equal
necessity, to feed my poor stomach with some substitute for _dinner_,
which had been in abundance before my eyes, but which the constant
exercise of my lungs had prevented me from eating. Such a rendezvous
as had been appointed for ten o'clock the next day, and by so fair and
so kind a lady, even the rough politeness of a savage would have held
sacred.

At twelve o'clock on the following morning, and when I had nearly
finished my descriptions of Indian modes to the ladies, my kind friend
who had taken me to his house the day before, and having a little
overslept himself on that morning had taken a late breakfast at eleven,
entered the rooms with three or four of his friends, and quite rapidly
addressed his wife in the following manner:--"Come now, my dear, you
and your party have kept poor Catlin talking and answering questions
quite long enough; you will kill him if you don't let him rest once in
a while. See how pale the poor man is. Go off and get home as quick as
possible. See all this crowd waiting around to talk him to death when
you are done with him. I have brought Mr. C., the famous mineralogist,
and the two Mr. N.'s, the geologists, to whom I want him to explain
the mineralogy and geology of those boundless regions, of the Missouri
and Rocky Mountains, and I was to have had the famous botanist, Mr.
D. S--, but he may come by and by; and after we have done here, I am
going to take him, that he may have a little relaxation and repose, to
the British Museum, which he has not seen yet, and to the Geological
Society's rooms; and after that, I have got for him an invitation
to dine with the Reverend Mr. O., who will have several reverend
gentlemen, and the famous Miss E. and Mrs. W., who you know are all so
anxious to learn about the Indians' religion and modes of worship." I
was then introduced to my friend's three or four companions, but a few
moments after was reminded, by one of my men, of an engagement which
took me off for the remainder of that day.




                               CHAPTER V.

  Author's illness from overtalking in his collection--Daniel's illness
      from the same cause--Character of Daniel--His labour-saving plan
      for answering one hundred questions--His disappointment--Daniel
      travels to Ireland for his health--Author prepares to publish his
      Notes of Travel amongst the Indians--John Murray (publisher)--His
      reasons for not publishing the Author's work--His friendly
      advice--Author's book published by himself at the Egyptian
      Hall--Illustrious subscribers--Thomas Moore--Critical notices in
      London papers.


In this manner passed the time from day to day, from week to week,
and from month to month; and as I was daily growing richer, I was
daily growing poorer--_i. e._ I was day by day losing my flesh, not
from the usual cause, the want of enough to eat, but from derangement
of the lungs and the stomach, both often overworked, with a constant
excitement and anxiety of the mind, the seat of which was not far
distant.

I endeavoured, however, and gradually succeeded in dividing my time
and my thoughts, giving a proper proportion to the public in my rooms,
a portion to my friends, and (as it was then becoming a matter of
necessity for the preparation of my notes of eight years' travel,
which were soon to be published) decidedly the greater part to myself,
leaving my exhibition mostly to the management of my men, of whom I had
several, and all familiar enough with the meaning of everything in the
collection to give a lucid description of its contents.

As I was gradually receding from the exhibition, the arduous duties
began to thicken more strongly upon my man Daniel, of whom I have
before often spoken. He had been longest associated with me and
my collection, and having it more by heart than the rest, was the
foremost man in illustrating it, of which he had been curator for
seven or eight years. I have before mentioned that he was of a quick
and irascible disposition, exceedingly tenacious of national feelings,
and those national prejudices mostly in favour of the country I said
he had some twenty years since adopted--the United States. Though he
was quick-tempered and violent in his prejudices, there was always the
redeeming trait at the end, that his anger was soon over, and there was
good nature and civility at the bottom.

Though I had often complaints made to me of the want of politeness
or of the rudeness of my man Daniel, I generally found that they
were instances where he had been provoked to it by some unnecessary
allusions to the vices of his own country, or by some objections to
his political opinions relative to the institutions of the United
States, upon which subjects he holds himself exceedingly punctilious
and very well prepared for debate. With whatever foibles he has, I
have found him invariably and strictly an honest man; and many of his
highest offences alleged to have been given to the public in my rooms,
were given strictly in obedience to my orders for the support of the
regulations of my exhibition, or for the protection of my property
and the advancement of my interest. To those who entered my rooms
respectfully for information, he was civil and communicative, and all
such drew valuable information from him, and many became attached to
him. His lungs were now labouring for me, while mine were getting a
little rest; and from morning to night of every day he was conducting
individuals and parties around the rooms, pointing out and explaining
the leading peculiarities of the museum, and answering the thousand
questions that were asked by all classes of society relative to the
looks, the modes, and habits of the Indians--the countries they lived
in--and also of Mr. Catlin, the proprietor and collector of the museum,
whom all were anxious to see, and many of whom had been led to believe
was himself an Indian.

In my own answering of these questions, many of which were natural to
be raised on so new and exciting a subject, I was often amused, and
as often surprised at the novelty and ignorance of many of them, even
amongst a polite and well-clad and apparently well-educated class of
people. Many of the questions, which only excited a smile with me,
elicited broad laughter from Daniel, which he could not help, and
having laughed, could not well avoid expressing his surprise at, and
his detection of, which gave umbrage, and sometimes was another cause
of difficulties that he occasionally though seldom got into.

I observed, after a while, that the same causes which had affected me
were emaciating him, and he finally told me that he was talking his
lungs out--and that he could not bear it much longer at the rate he
was going on. The questions which were constantly put to him in the
room were so much of a sort, or class, that there was little variety or
novelty in them to please or excite him; almost every person putting
the same; much the greater part of them being general, and therefore
irksome to him, as they were often asked a hundred or more times in
the day and as often answered. He came to me one evening, seemingly
much relieved from the painful prospect he had been suffering under,
and which was still before him, by the hope that I would adopt a plan
he had hit upon for obviating much of the difficulty, and of saving
his lungs for the explanations of questions which might be casual, and
not exactly reduced to rule. He said he had ascertained that there
were about 100 questions which were commonplace--were put (and in the
same way precisely) by the greater part of people who came in, and had
time to ask them; and that 50 of those, at least, were asked 100 times
per day, the answering of which took the greater part of his time and
the best part of his strength, which he thought might be reserved for
giving more useful information, while these 100 questions, the most of
which were extremely simple or silly, and of little importance to be
known, might be disposed of by a printed table of answers placed around
the rooms for every one to read as they walked, without the loss of
time and fatigue consequent upon the usual mode of asking and answering
questions. Though I could not consent to adopt his mode, yet I was
amused at its ingenuity; and I give here but a small part of his list,
which commenced and ran thus:--

  "The Indians have _no beards at all_, only may be one in twenty or
  so."

  "The Indians _don't_ shave--they pull it out, when they have any
  beard."

  "Virtuous?--Yes. I should say they are quite as much so as the
  whites, if the whites would keep away from them and let them alone."

  "Ah, as amorous?--No. Mr. Catlin says they have not the spices of
  life and the imaginations to set them on, or I'll venture they would
  be quite as bad as the whites."

  "The Indians in _America are not_ cannibals. Mr. Catlin says there is
  no such thing."

  "No, there are no tribes that go entirely naked; they are all very
  decent."

  "The Indians _don't_ eat raw meat, they cook it more than the whites
  do."

  "Mr. Catlin was amongst the Indians eight years, and was never killed
  during that time."

  "The scalp is a patch of the skin and hair taken from the top of the
  head by a warrior when he kills his enemy in battle."

  "No, they don't scalp the living--it is not a scalp to count if the
  man is alive."

  "They _sometimes_ eat a great deal, to be sure, but generally not so
  much as white people."

  "They _do_ get drunk sometimes, but white people sell them rum and
  make them so, therefore I don't think we ought to call them drunkards
  exactly."

  "The Indians all get married--some have a number of wives."

  "Yes, they seem as fond of their wives as any people I ever saw."

  "The Indians never injured Mr. Catlin in any way."

  "Mr. Catlin _didn't_ live on 'raw meat;' he was one time eighteen
  months with nothing but meat to eat, but it was well cooked."

  "The Indians know _nothing about salt_--they don't use it at all."

  "Reason! yes; why, do you think they are wild beasts? to be sure they
  reason as well as we do."

  "They _are_ thieves, sometimes; but I don't think they thieve so
  often as white people do."

  "The Indians _do_ lend their wives sometimes to white men, but it is
  only their old superannuated ones, who are put aside to hard labour,
  so it is a sort of kindness all around, and I don't see that there is
  much harm in it."

  "The Indians all have their religion, they all worship the Great
  Spirit."

  "They are _treacherous_, to be sure, towards their enemies only, and
  I'll be whipped if the white people an't just as bad."

  "The Indians _are cruel_, there's no mistake about that; but it is
  only to their enemies."

  "Sale? there _won't be_ any sale; Mr. Catlin don't intend to sell his
  collection in this country."

  "Mr. Catlin _is not_ an Indian."

  "No, he has _no_ Indian blood in him."

  "Mr. Catlin speaks the English language very well."

  "The Indians _don't raise_ tea."

  "They _never eat_ the scalps."

  "The Indians that Mr. Catlin saw are not _near_ Chusan, they are
  3,000 miles from there, they are in America."

  "You _can't come overland_ from America."

  "A scalping-knife is _any_ large knife that an Indian takes a scalp
  with."

  "A prairie is a meadow."

  "The Indians speak _their own_ language."

  "A pappoose is an Indian baby while it is carried in the cradle."

  "A prairie bluff is a hill that is covered with grass."

  "The Rocky Mountains are in _America_, between New York and the
  Pacific Ocean, and _not_ in the _Indies_ at all."

  "A snag is a large tree that is lying in the river, its roots fast in
  the mud at the bottom, and its trunk at the top, pointing down the
  stream."

  "Sawyers _are not_ alligators."

  "An alligator is a sort of crocodile."

  "The Chesapeake didn't take the Shannon, it was the Shannon that took
  the Chesapeake."

  "The Americans are _white_, the same colour exactly as the English,
  and speak the same language, only they speak it a great deal better,
  in general."

  "A stump is the but-end and roots of a tree standing in the ground
  after the tree is chopped down."

  "It _is_ true that all Indian women stay away from their husbands
  the seven days of their illness, and I think they are the decentest
  people of the two for doing it."

  "A squaw is an _Indian woman_ who is married."

  "The _Calumet_ is a pipe of peace."

  "Horns on a chief's head-dress have _no bad_ meaning."

  "Mr. Catlin _is not_ a repudiator," &c., &c.

And thus went on poor Daniel's list to the number of about 100
commonplace questions which he had hoped to have disposed of by a sort
of steam operation; but finding that they must all continue to be
"done by hand," as before, he returned to his post, which, from his
disappointment in his unrealized hopes, seemed to drag more heavily
than ever upon him, and so rapidly to wear him down that he was obliged
to plan a tour to his own native land of Erin, where he went for
some weeks, to restore his lungs and his strength. His labour-saving
suggestion might have been a very convenient one for me in his absence,
but it was dispensed with, and he was soon back at his post, recruited
and assuming the command again, whilst I was busy in advancing the
material for my forthcoming work.

The Notes of my Eight Years' Travels amongst Forty-eight different
Tribes of Indians in America, to be illustrated with more than 300
steel plate illustrations, were nearly ready to be put to press; and I
called on my good friend John Murray, in Albemarle Street, believing
that he would be glad to publish them for me. To my surprise he
objected to them (but without seeing my manuscript), for two reasons
which he at once alleged: first, because he was afraid of the great
number of illustrations to be embodied in the work, and secondly for
(certainly) the most unfashionable reason, that "he loved me too much!"
I had brought a letter of introduction to him from his old friend
Washington Irving; and from the deep interest Mr. Murray had taken
in my collection and the history and prospects of the poor Indians,
my rooms (which were near his dwelling-house) were his almost daily
resort, and I a weekly guest at his hospitable board, where I always
met gentlemen of eminence connected with literature and art. Good and
generous old man! he therefore "loved me too much" to share with me
the profits of a work which he said should all belong to me for my
hard labour and the risks of my life I had run in procuring it; and
as the means of enlarging those profits he advised me to publish it
myself. "I would advise you," said he, "as one of your best friends, to
publish your own book; and I am sure you will make a handsome profit
by it. Being an artist yourself, and able to make the drawings for
your 300 illustrations, which for me would require a very great outlay
to artists to produce them, and having in your exhibition-room the
opportunity of receiving subscriptions for your work, which I could
not do, it will be quite an easy thing for you to take names enough to
cover all the expenses of getting it up, which at once will place you
on safe ground; and if the work should be well received by Mr. Dilke
and others of the critical world, it will insure you a handsome reward
for your labours, and exceedingly please your sincere friend, John
Murray."

This disinterested frankness endeared me to that good man to his last
days, and his advice, which I followed, resulted, as he had predicted,
to my benefit. My subscription list my kind friend the Hon. C. A.
Murray had in a few days commenced, with the subscriptions of

                  HER MOST GRACIOUS MAJESTY THE QUEEN,

                        H. R. H. PRINCE ALBERT,

                     HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN DOWAGER,

                     H. R. H. THE DUCHESS OF KENT,

                 HIS MAJESTY THE KING OF THE BELGIANS,

                    H. M. THE QUEEN OF THE BELGIANS,

                 HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF SUSSEX,

                    H. R. H. LEOPOLD DUC DE BRABANT,

After which soon followed a complimentary list of the nobility and
gentry, together with the leading institutions of the kingdom.

My work was published by myself, at the Egyptian Hall, and the only
fears which my good friend John Murray had expressed for me were
all dispersed by the favourable announcements by Mr. Dilke, of the
Athenæum, and the editors of other literary journals, from which it
will be seen that the subjoined notices are but very brief extracts.

It may not be improper also here to remark, that for all the Royal
copies subscribed for above, the Hon. C. A. Murray was ordered to
remit me double the amount of the price of the work; and that, on a
subsequent occasion, when my dear wife and myself were guests at the
dinner table of John Murray, he said to his old friend Thomas Moore,
who was by our side, "That wild man by the side of you there, Mr.
Catlin, who has spent enough of his life amongst the wild Indians
(sleeping on the ground and eating raw buffalo meat) to make you and
I as grey as badgers, and who has not yet a grey hair in his head,
applied to me about a year ago to publish his Notes. I was then--for
the first time in my life--too honest for my own interest, as well as
that of an author; and I advised him to publish it himself, as the
surest way of making something out of it. My wife here will tell you
that I have read every word of it through, heavy as it is, and she
knows it is the only book that I have read quite through in the last
five years. And I tell Mr. Catlin now, in your presence, that I shall
regret as long as I live that I did not publish that work for him; for
as sincerely as I advised him, I could have promoted his interest by so
doing, and would have done so, had I known what was in the work when he
proposed it to me."

The reader will pardon me for inserting here the critical notices which
follow:--

                   EDINBURGH REVIEW. _Fifteen pages._

  "Living with them as one of themselves; having no trading purposes to
  serve; exciting no enmity by the well-meant but suspicious preaching
  of a new religion, Mr. Catlin went on with his rifle and his pencil,
  sketching and noting whatever he saw worthy of record; and wisely
  abandoning all search for the ancient history of a people who knew
  no writing, he confined his labours to the depicting exactly what
  he saw, and that only. Notes and sketches were transmitted, as
  occasion served, to New York, and the collected results now appear,
  partly in a gallery which has been for some time exhibited in
  London, containing some five hundred pictures of Indian personages
  and scenes, drawn upon the spot, with specimens of their dress and
  manufactures, their arts and arms; and partly, as just stated, of the
  volumes under our hands, which display engravings of most of those
  specimens and pictures, accompanied by a narrative, written in a very
  pleasant, homely style, of his walks and wanderings in the '_Far
  West_.'

  "The reader will find a compensation in the vigour of the narrative,
  which, like a diary, conveys the vivid impressions of the moment,
  instead of being chilled and tamed down into a more studied
  composition. Such as the work is, we strongly recommend it to the
  perusal of all who wish to make themselves acquainted with a singular
  race of men and system of manners, fast disappearing from the face of
  the earth; and which have nowhere else been so fully, curiously, and
  graphically described."

                               ----*----

                  WESTMINSTER REVIEW. _Twelve pages._

  "This is a remarkable book, written by an extraordinary man. A work
  valuable in the highest degree for its novel and curious information
  about one of the most neglected and least understood branches of
  the human family. Mr. Catlin, without any pretension to talent in
  authorship, has yet produced a book which will live as a record
  when the efforts of men of much higher genius have been forgotten.
  Every one in London has seen Mr. Catlin's unique gallery, and his
  attractive exhibition of living models at the Egyptian Hall; we
  cannot too strongly recommend them to our country friends. And here
  we take our leave of a work over which we have lingered with much
  pleasure, strongly recommending it to the reader, and hoping its
  extensive sale will amply repay Mr. Catlin for the great outlay he
  must have incurred."

                               ----*----

              DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE. _Fifteen pages._

  "Mr. Catlin's book is one of the most interesting which we have
  perused on the subject of the Indians. His pencil has preserved the
  features of races which in a few years will have disappeared; and
  his faithful and accurate observations may be considered as the
  storehouse from whence future writers on such topics will extract
  their most authentic statements."

                               ----*----

      TAIT'S EDINBURGH MAGAZINE. _Two Notices, Twenty-two pages._

  "This is altogether an _unique_ work. It may be considered as a
  _Catalogue Raisonnée_ of the numerous objects of art and curiosity
  which Mr. Catlin has collected in the course of his wanderings,
  and arranged in his Indian Gallery. The narrative of Mr. Catlin's
  personal adventures during the wandering years in which he was thus
  engaged, forms a work as unique in literature, as his collection of
  original portraits and curiosities is rare in art.

  "Many curious traits of character and pictures of manners are
  exhibited in these large and closely-printed volumes, which will
  remain an interesting record of the Homeric age and race of North
  America, when, save a few wild traditions and scattered relics, and
  a few of the musical and sonorous Indian names of lakes, rivers, and
  hunting grounds, every other trace of the red man will have perished
  on that vast continent."

                               ----*----

   LITERARY GAZETTE, _London_. _Three Notices, Twenty-five Columns._

  "_Catlin's Book on the North American Indians._--An _unique_ work!
  A work of extraordinary interest and value. Mr. Catlin is _the_
  Historian of the Red Races of mankind; of a past world, or at least
  of a world fast passing away, and leaving hardly a trace or wreck
  behind. We need not recommend it to the world, for it recommends
  itself, beyond our praise."

                               ----*----

        ATHENÆUM, _London_. _Four Notices, Thirty-one Columns._

  "The public have fully confirmed the opinion we formerly pronounced
  on Catlin's Indian gallery, as the most interesting exhibition which,
  in our recollection, had been opened in London. The production of the
  _work_ will, therefore, be most acceptable to those who have seen the
  exhibition, as serving to refresh their memories; to those who have
  not, as helping to explain that of which they have heard so much; to
  all as a pleasant narrative of adventure, and a circumstantial and
  detailed history of the manners and customs of an interesting people,
  whose fate is sealed, whose days are numbered, whose extinction is
  certain. The Americans should make much of Mr. Catlin for the sake
  of by-gone days, which his books, portraits, and collections will
  present to their grandchildren."

                               ----*----

                          ART UNION, _London_.

  "We have rarely examined a work at once so interesting and so useful
  as this; the publication of which is, in truth, a benefit conferred
  upon the world; for it is a record of things rapidly passing away,
  and the accurate traces of which are likely to be lost within a
  brief time after they have been discovered. As a contribution to
  the history of mankind, these volumes will be of rare value long
  after the last of the persecuted races are with 'the Great Spirit,'
  and they may even have some _present_ effect; for they cannot fail
  to enlist the best sympathies of humanity on the side of a most
  singular people. The book is exceedingly simple in its style; it is
  the production of a man of benevolent mind, kindly affections, and
  sensitive heart, as well as of keen perceptions and sound judgment.
  If we attempted to do justice to its merits, we should fill a
  _number_ of our work instead of a _column_ of it; we must content
  ourselves with recommending its perusal to all who covet knowledge
  or desire amusement;--no library in the kingdom should be without a
  copy."

                               ----*----

             TIMES, _London_. _One Notice, Three Columns._

 "The reflection is almost insupportable to a humane mind, that the
 indigenous races of America, comprising numerous distinct nations,
 the original proprietors of that vast continent, are probably doomed
 to entire extermination--a fate which has already befallen a large
 portion of the red tribes. It is still more painful to think that this
 should be the effect of the spread of the civilized races, who thus
 become the agents of a wholesale destruction of their fellow-men. If
 these melancholy truths were capable of aggravation, it may be found
 in the dreadful fact that the process of destruction is not left
 to the slow operation of invisible and insensible causes, but is
 hastened by expedients devised for that express end by civilized men,
 the tribes being stimulated or compelled to the destruction of each
 other, or provided with the means of destroying themselves.

 "Mr. Catlin, the author of the work which has suggested these
 observations, has had better opportunities for studying the character
 of the North American Indians than most travellers since the early
 French writers.

 "Mr. Catlin is an American, a native of Wyoming, and the publisher of
 his own work, at the Egyptian Hall."

                               ----*----

                      MORNING CHRONICLE, _London_.

  "As a work intended merely for general amusement, and independently
  of the higher object to which it is devoted, Mr. Catlin's book will
  be found exceedingly interesting. The salient or rugged points of its
  style have not been smoothed down by any literary journeyman. Mr.
  Catlin ventures alone and unaided before the public. What he has seen
  in the prairie, and noted down in its solitude, he sends forth, with
  all the wildness and freshness of nature about it. This, together
  with his free and easy conversational style, plentifully sprinkled
  with Americanisms, gives a peculiar charm to his descriptions, which
  are not merely animated or life-like, but _life_ itself. The reader
  is made to believe himself in the desert, or lying among friendly
  Indians in the wigwam, or hurried along in the excitement of the
  chase. He is constantly surrounded by the figures of the red man, and
  hears the rustle of their feathers, or the dash of their half-tamed
  steeds as they bound by him.

  "The work is ornamented with hundreds of engravings, taken from
  original pictures drawn by Mr. Catlin, of the persons, manners,
  customs, and scenes that he met with in his wanderings. They give
  an additional value to those volumes which are published, as the
  title-page informs us, by Mr. Catlin himself, at the Egyptian Hall.
  We wish him all the success to which his candour no less than his
  talents fully entitle him."

                               ----*----

                       MORNING HERALD, _London_.

  "In the two ample volumes just published, and illustrated with more
  than 300 plates, Mr. Catlin has given to the world a lasting and
  invaluable memorial of the doomed race of the Red Man, which, after
  having from immemorial time held the unmolested tenancy of an entire
  continent, is now but too obviously hurried on to utter extinction.
  Mr. Catlin's literary matter resembles his drawings; it has all the
  freshness of the sketch from nature. Through both he brings us into
  companionship with the red man, as if careering with him over the
  boundless plains, the primeval forests of his hunting grounds in the
  far West, or in the vicinity of his temporary village settlements,
  witnessing his athletic games, his strange, fantastic dances, and his
  spontaneous endurance of those revolting tortures by which he evinces
  his unflinching stoicism."

                               ----*----

                        MORNING POST, _London_.

  "Upwards of three hundred very well executed etchings from the
  paintings, drawn by Mr. Catlin, adorn these volumes, and offer to the
  eye one of the most complete museums of an almost unknown people that
  ever was given to the public. The style of the narrative is diffuse,
  inartificial, and abounding in Yankeeisms; but it is earnest, honest,
  and unpretending; and contains most undoubted and varied information
  relative to the red savage of America, fresh from the wilds, and
  unembittered by border hostility or unfounded prejudice. These
  volumes are handsomely printed, and 'brought out,' in all respects,
  with much care and taste."

                               ----*----

                  SPECTATOR, _London_. _Five Columns._

  "The illustrative plates of these volumes are numbering upwards
  of three hundred subjects--landscapes, hunting scenes, Indian
  ceremonies, and portraits form a remarkable feature, and possess a
  permanent interest as graphic records. They are outline etchings
  from the author's paintings, and are admirable for the distinct
  and lively manner in which the characteristics of the scenes and
  persons are portrayed: what is called a _style of art_ would have
  been impertinent, and might have tended to falsify. Mr. Catlin, in
  his homely, but spirited manner, seizes upon the most distinguishing
  points of his subjects by dint of understanding their value, and
  every touch has significance and force: hence the number of details
  and the extent of view embraced in these small and slight sketches,
  hence their animation and reality."

                               ----*----

           ATLAS, _London_. _Three Notices, Twelve Columns._

  "This publication may be regarded as the most valuable accession to
  the history of the fast perishing races of the aboriginal world that
  has ever been collected by a single individual. The descriptions it
  contains are minute and full, and possess the advantage of being
  wonderfully tested by the long experience of the writer, and verified
  by the concurrent testimonials of many individuals intimately
  acquainted with the scenes and races delineated. The engravings,
  which are liberal to an unprecedented extent, cannot be too highly
  praised for their utility as illustrations. To the readers who have
  never had an opportunity of visiting Mr. Catlin's gallery, these
  engravings will form for them quite a museum of Indian curiosities
  in themselves; while to those already familiar with the actual
  specimens, they will serve as useful and agreeable souvenirs. But we
  chiefly approve and recommend this work to universal circulation for
  the sake of the pure and noble philanthropy by which it is everywhere
  inspired. As the advocate of the oppressed Indian, now vanishing
  before the white man on the soil of his fathers, Mr. Catlin deserves
  the unmixed thanks of the Christian world. His volumes are full of
  stimulants to benevolent exertion, and bear the strongest testimony
  to the character of the races for whose preservation he pleads." #/

                               ----*----
                   UNITED SERVICE GAZETTE, _London_.

  "Mr. Catlin is one of the most remarkable men of the age. Every one
  who has visited his singularly interesting gallery at the Egyptian
  Hall, must have been struck by his remarkable intelligence on every
  subject connected with the North American Indians; but of its extent,
  as well as of his extraordinary enthusiasm and thirst for adventure,
  we had formed no idea until we had perused these volumes. In the
  present _blazé_ condition of English literature, in which hardly any
  work is published that is not founded more or less on other volumes
  which have preceded it, until authorship has dwindled to little more
  than the art of emptying one vessel into another, it is refreshing to
  come across a book which, like the one before us, is equally novel
  in subject, manner, and execution, and which may be pronounced,
  without hyperbole, one of the most original productions which have
  issued from the press for many years. It is wholly impossible, in the
  compass of a newspaper notice, either to analyze or afford even a
  tolerable idea of the contents of such a book; and for the present,
  at least, we must limit ourselves altogether to the first volume."

                             ----*----
                    CALEDONIAN MERCURY, _Edinburgh_.

  "_Mr. Catlin's Lectures on the North-American Indians._--We have much
  pleasure in publishing the following testimonial from a gentleman
  well qualified to pronounce an opinion, on the remarkable fidelity
  and effect of Mr. Catlin's interesting and instructive exhibition:--

                                 'Cottage, Haddington, 15th April, 1843.

    'Dear Sir,--I have enjoyed much pleasure in attending your lectures
    at the Waterloo-rooms in Edinburgh. Your delineations of the Indian
    character, the display of beautiful costumes, and the native Indian
    manners, true to the life, realised to my mind and view scenes I
    had so often witnessed in the parts of the Indian countries where
    I had been; and for twenty years' peregrinations in those parts,
    from Montreal to the Great Slave River, north, and from the shores
    of the Atlantic, crossing the Rocky Mountains, to the mouth of the
    Columbia River, on the Pacific Ocean, west, I had opportunities of
    seeing much. Your lectures and exhibition have afforded me great
    pleasure and satisfaction, and I shall wish you all that success
    which you so eminently deserve, for the rich treat which you have
    afforded in our enlightened, literary, and scientific metropolis.

                           'I remain, dear Sir, yours very truly,
                                                 'JOHN HALDANE.
    '_To George Catlin, Esq._'

  "The following is an extract of a letter received some days since by
  a gentleman in Edinburgh, from Mr. James Hargrave, of the Hudson's
  Bay Company, dated York Factory, Hudson's Bay, 10th December, 1842:--
  #/

    'Should you happen to fall in with Catlin's Letters on the North
    American Indians, I would strongly recommend a perusal of them for
    the purpose of acquiring a knowledge of the habits and customs of
    those tribes among whom he was placed. Catlin's sketches are true
    to life, and are powerfully descriptive of their appearance and
    character.'"

                               ----*----

                    THE WORLD OF FASHION, _London_.

  "We venture to affirm of Mr. Catlin's book, which can be said of very
  few others, that it is impossible to open it at any page, and not
  continue its perusal with unmingled satisfaction. It has too the rare
  quality of being written by a man who says nothing but that which
  he knows, who describes nothing but that which he has seen. We feel
  while reading the book as in the society of a man of extraordinary
  observation, of great talent, of wonderful accomplishments; and most
  cordially and earnestly do we recommend this invaluable book to the
  patronage of the public generally, and to the perusal of our readers
  in particular."

                               ----*----

                       WEEKLY DISPATCH, _London_.

  "A person might well be startled and frightened at the appearance of
  two such large volumes as these on only the manners, customs, and
  condition of the North American Indians, a race of savages now almost
  extinct. With all this complaint against the immense bulk of a book,
  moreover, on such a subject, we are bound to confess that not only is
  it the least wearisome of large books that we have for a long time
  seen, but that it is at least one of the most amusing and animating
  amongst even the condensed publications that for a considerable
  period have been submitted to our perusal and judgment, and we can
  confidently recommend it to our readers."

                               ----*----

       CHAMBERS'S EDINBURGH JOURNAL. _Two Notices, Four Columns._

  "Of all the works yet published on the subject of the aboriginal
  inhabitants of North America, no one, it seems to us, can be compared
  in point of accuracy and extent of research with that of Mr. Catlin.
  In the course of eight years he traversed North America almost from
  end to end, saw and mixed with forty-eight Indian tribes, composing
  a large portion of the two millions of red people yet in existence,
  examined personally into all their peculiarities, and, finally,
  accumulated a noble gallery of portraits, and a rich museum of
  curiosities, calculated to form at once a lasting monument to himself
  and an invaluable record of Indian persons, manners, and habiliments.

  "Mr. Catlin, combining all the qualities of the traveller,
  artist, and historian, merits no sparing notice. His two volumes,
  large octavo, and closely printed, are full of most interesting
  matter, and contain, besides, upwards of three hundred beautiful
  illustrations, engraved from the original paintings."

                               ----*----

                        "Légation des Etats-Unis, Paris, Dec. 8th, 1841.

  "Dear Sir,--No man can appreciate better than myself the admirable
  fidelity of your drawings and book, which I have lately received.
  They are equally spirited and accurate; they are true to nature.
  Things that _are_, are not sacrificed, as they too often are by the
  painter, to things as in his judgment they should be.

  "During eighteen years of my life I was superintendent of Indian
  affairs in the north-western territory of the United States; and
  during more than five I was Secretary of War, to which department
  belongs the general control of Indian concerns. I know the Indians
  thoroughly; I have spent many a month in their camps, council-houses,
  villages, and hunting grounds; I have fought with them and against
  them; and I have negotiated seventeen treaties of peace or of cession
  with them. I mention these circumstances to show you that I have a
  good right to speak confidently upon the subject of your drawings;
  among them I recognize many of my old acquaintances, and everywhere I
  am struck with the vivid representations of them and their customs,
  of their peculiar features and of their costumes. Unfortunately they
  are receding before the advancing tide of our population, and are
  probably destined, at no distant day, wholly to disappear; but your
  collection will preserve them, as far as human art can do, and will
  form the most perfect monument of an extinguished race that the world
  has ever seen.

                                                   "LEWIS CASS.
  "_To Geo. Catlin._"




                              CHAPTER VI.

  The Author's wife and two children arrive in the British Queen, from
      New York--First appreciation of London--Sight-seeing--Author
      lectures in the Royal Institution--Suggests a _Museum of
      Mankind_--Great applause--Vote of thanks by members of the Royal
      Institution--The "_Museum of History_"--Author lectures in the
      other literary and scientific institutions of London--Author
      dines with the Royal Geographical Society, and with the Royal
      Geological Society--Mrs. Catlin's travels in the "Far West"--Her
      welcome, and kind friends in London.


My work being published under the flattering auspices explained in the
foregoing pages, and now in the hands of the reading public, attracted
additional numbers of visitors to my Rooms, greatly increasing the
labours of poor Daniel, and calling also for more of my time and
attention, which I could now better devote to it. My old friends were
calling to congratulate me on the success of my book, and strangers
to form an acquaintance with me and offer me the civilities of their
houses.

Though every part of these calls upon my time, either in the labours
of my exhibition or in the society of friends, was pleasing and
gratifying to me, yet it became necessary for my health to evade a part
of these excitements on either hand, and I subsequently endeavoured,
by a limited indulgence in the pleasures of society, and a moderate
endurance of the excitements and fatigue of my Rooms, to save my life;
throwing the cares and labours of the exhibition, as much as possible,
upon the broader shoulders and stronger lungs of Daniel and his
assistants.

I felt now as if I had a sort of citizenship in London, and began
to think of seeing its "sights;" and from this time may date the
commencement of my real appreciation of the elegances and comforts of
London, its hospitalities, and the genuine English character.

It was an opportune moment, also, for the arrival of my dear wife and
her two infant children, for whom I had written to New York, and who
were just landing from the British Queen, in London, to share the kind
attentions and compliments that were being paid to me, and also for
seeing with me the sights and curiosities of the metropolis.

About this time I was highly complimented by an invitation to deliver
a lecture in the Royal Institution, Albemarle-street. The venerable
members of that institution were nearly all present, and every seat
was filled. I had, on the occasion, several living figures, dressed in
Indian costumes, with weapons in hand, as well as many of my paintings
exhibited on my easel, as illustrations; and I was highly gratified
with the attention and repeated applause, convincing me that the
subject and myself were kindly received.

I endeavoured, in the compass of an evening's lecture, to give as
comprehensive a view as I could of the motives which had led me into
the Indian countries--of the time I had spent in them--of the extent
and nature of the collection I had made--of the condition and numbers
of the various tribes, and of their personal appearance and habits of
life, which I illustrated by my numerous paintings, and by the curious
manufactures of their own hands. I endeavoured also to delineate
their true native character, as I had found it in its most primitive
condition--and to explain the principal causes that have been, and
still are, leading to their rapid declension.

I took advantage of this occasion likewise to introduce a subject
which had been for many years my favourite theme, which had constantly
stimulated me through my toils in the Indian country, and which, as
I was the first to propose in my own country, I believe I was the
first to suggest on this side of the Atlantic--a MUSEUM of
MANKIND. A shout of enthusiastic applause burst from every
part of the Hall when the subject was named, and rounds of applause
followed every sentence when I proceeded to say, that in the toils
and dangers of my remotest travels in the wilderness I had been
strengthened and nerved by the hope and the belief, that if I lived to
finish my studies and to return with my collection, I should be able
to show to the world the plan upon which a Museum could be formed, to
contain and perpetuate the looks and manners and history of all the
declining and vanishing races of man, and that my collection would
ultimately form the basis of such an institution.

I agreed with all the world as to the great interest and value of their
noble collections of beasts, and birds, and reptiles, of fossils, of
minerals, of fishes, of insects, and of plants, all of which can be
gathered hundreds of years hence as well as at the present time; and
I believed that all of the reasoning world who would give the subject
a moment's thought, would agree with _me_, that there was one museum
yet to be made, far transcending in interest and value all others
yet designed, and which must needs be made soon, or it will be for
ever lost--a museum containing the familiar looks, the manufactures,
history, and records of all the remnants of the declining races of our
fellow-men.

It occurred to me, and I said it then, that Great Britain has more
than thirty colonies in different quarters of the globe, in which the
numbers of civilized men are increasing, and the native tribes are
wasting away--that the march of civilization is everywhere, as it is in
America, a war of extermination, and that of our own species. For the
occupation of a new country, the first enemy that must fall is _man_,
and his like cannot be transplanted from any other quarter of the
globe. Our war is not with beasts or with birds: the grizly bear, the
lion, and the tiger are allowed to live. Our weapons are not employed
against them: we do not give them whiskey, and rum, and the small pox,
nor the bayonet; they are allowed to live and thrive upon our soil, and
yet their skins are of great value in our museums; but to complete a
title, man, our fellow-man, the noblest work of God, with thoughts,
with sentiments and sympathies like our own, must be extinguished; and
he dies on his own soil, unchronicled and unknown (save to the ruthless
hands that have slain him, and would bury his history with his body in
oblivion), when not even his _skin_ has a place assigned it amongst
those of the beasts and birds of his country.

From England, from France, and the United States, government vessels,
in this age of colonization, are floating to every part of the globe,
and in them, artists and men of science could easily be conveyed to
every race, and their collections returned free of expense, were there
an institution formed and ready to receive and perpetuate the results
of their labours.

I believed that the time had arrived for the creation of such an
institution, and that well-directed efforts to bring it into existence
would have the admiration and countenance of all the philanthropic
world.

There was but one expression of feeling from every part of the hall at
the close of these remarks, and every voice seemed to say "Yes--the
noble philanthropy of this Christian and enlightened and enlightening
age calls for it, and it must be done before it is too late."[3]

 [3] The noble and unaided efforts of my best of friends, Captain
     Shippard, to bring into existence such an institution, are, I
     believe, too well known and appreciated by the English public to
     require more of me here, than barely to refer to his beautifully
     illustrated lectures on the "_Arabians_" and the "_Ruined
     Cities of America_;" and whilst wishing all success to his
     noble enterprise, I beg to refer the reader to Appendix B for a
     synopsis of his design.

A few days after my lecture was delivered, I received with much
satisfaction from the secretary of the institution the following
communication, which the reader will allow me the vanity of inserting
here:--

  "Sir,--I have the honour to return you the thanks of the members
  of the _Royal Institution of Great Britain_ for your interesting
  account of your residence and adventures among the native tribes of
  North American Indians, with notices of their social condition,
  customs, mysteries, and modes of warfare--communicated at the weekly
  meeting of the members on Friday, the 14th February.

                        "I am, Sir, your very obedient Servant,

                            "EDWARD R. DANIELL, _Secretary_.

 "_To Geo. Catlin, Esq._"

       *       *       *       *       *

Invitations from the other literary and scientific institutions of
London afforded me the opportunity of repeating my lectures in most of
their halls, where I was uniformly received with applause, which was
also a source of much gratification to me. These interviews suddenly
and delightfully led me into the society of literary and scientific
men, and also into the noble collections and libraries under their
superintendence. I was here at once ushered, as it were, into a
new world--a new atmosphere--and in it was met and welcomed every
where with the utmost cordiality and kindness; libraries, museums,
laboratories, and lectures were free to me; and not only the private
tables of the advocates of science, but their public tables in their
banqueting halls, prepared a seat for me.

Thus were my labours being requited; and I was happy in the conviction
that the claims of the poor Indians were being heard in the right
tribunal, and that I was their advocate at the true source from which
emanated most of the great and moral influences that govern and improve
the world.

I was invited to the annual dinners of the Royal Geographical,
Geological, and Historical Societies; and in responding to the
compliments paid me at all of them, in proposing my health and the
prosperity of my country, I was delighted to find that my advocacy
of the rights of the poor Indian, and my scheme for a _Museum_ of
_Mankind_, were met and sanctioned with rounds of enthusiastic applause.

I have mentioned that my dear wife with her two children had arrived
from New York, and the pleasures and endearments of my own little
fireside, now transplanted into a foreign land, were stealing away
their part of my time, which, with the necessary attention to the
kind civilities being paid us, our sight-seeing, our dinings-out,
our drives, and my attendance in my rooms and lectures at night, was
curiously divided and engrossed.

The advent of my dear Clara, with her two babes, was like the coming
of the warm and gentle breezes of spring--she who, though delicate
and tender, had been, during the three last years of my rambles in
the Indian wilds, my indefatigable companion--She who had traced and
retraced with me the winding mazes of the mighty Mississippi, the
Missouri, the Ohio, and the Arkansas--and with the lightness of the
bounding antelopes that dwell upon their shores, had darted over their
grassy banks and their green carpeted and enamelled slopes, and plucked
their loveliest flowers--she who had also traced with me the shores
of the great lakes of the north, and inhaled the glowing sweetness of
Florida's lovely coast--and had kept her journal of thirteen thousand
miles of wild rambles with her husband, and since her return to the
land of her birth had blessed him in the richness of gift with two
children, was now by his side (as I have said, like the coming of
spring), to cheer him with the familiar sweet smiles and sounds in
which he never knew guile.[4]

 [4] The reader will pardon these expressions, and others of a
     similar nature that may occasionally occur, for they apply to
     one who now rests with the silent dead, as will be explained in
     future pages of this work.

Thanks to the kind friends who took her fair hand and bade her
welcome--for they were many, and ready to contribute to her happiness,
which filled (at that moment at least) the cup of our mutual enjoyment.




                              CHAPTER VII.

  The Author dines with the Royal Highland Society--The Duke of
      Richmond presides--His Grace's compliment to the Author
      and his country--Sir David Wilkie--His compliment to the
      Author--Charles Augustus Murray and the Author at the Caledonian
      Ball (Almack's) in Indian costumes--Their rehearsal--Dressing
      and painting--Entering the ball--Alarm of ladies--Mr.
      Murray's infinite amusement (_incognito_) amongst his
      friends--War-dance and war-whoops--Great applause--Bouquets of
      flowers--Scalp-dance--Brooches and bracelets presented to the
      chiefs-Trinkets returned--Perspiration carries off the paint, and
      Mr. Murray recognised--Amusement of his friends--The "Indians"
      return to Egyptian Hall at seven in the morning--Their amusing
      appearance.


Among the many very friendly invitations extended to me about this
time, there was one which I cannot omit to notice in this place.--I
was invited to take a seat at the _Royal Highland Society's_ annual
dinner, at which his Grace the Duke of Richmond presided. The name of
this society explains its character, and most of the guests at the
table were in full highland dress, with their kilts, and with the
badges and plaids of their peculiar clans. The scene was altogether a
very picturesque one, and I observed that their chiefs wore the eagle's
quills for the same purpose and in the same manner that the Indians do;
but I did not see any of them painted red, as the Indians paint them,
to adorn their heads as symbols of war when they are going to battle.

The banqueting hall was beautifully arranged, and two of Her Majesty's
pipers from the Palace, in the most gorgeous Highland dress, were
perambulating the table "in full blast" whilst we were eating.

The Duke of Richmond, who is an easy, affable, and entirely
unostentatious man, and the best president at a convivial table
that I ever saw, offered the customary healths, of--the Queen--the
Prince--the Duke, &c., which were drunk with the usual enthusiasm, and
after that proceeded to pay his ingenious and judicious compliments to
individuals at the table, by alluding, in the most concise and amusing
manner, to their exploits or other merits, and then proposed their
healths.

After we had all joined in the uproar of--Hip, hip, hips,--with one
foot on our chairs and the other on the table, in a number of such
cases, he arose and said--

  "Gentlemen, I now rise quite confident of your approbation of the
  sentiment I am to propose, and the sentiments I am to offer. The
  nations of the earth, like the individuals in the different branches
  of a great family, stand in certain degrees of relationship towards
  each other; and as those degrees of consanguinity are more or less
  remote, so are the friendships and attachments of those nations for
  each other. Now, gentlemen, as an individual component part of one of
  the great nations of that great national family, I feel proud to say,
  that there are two of that family so closely related, not only in
  commercial interests, but by blood, as almost to identify them in an
  unity of existence.--The relationship that I speak of, gentlemen (and
  which I believe will be familiar to many of you, as married men), is
  that of parent and child."

At this period commenced a tremendous cheering, and all eyes seemed
to be in a rotary motion, endeavouring to fix upon the representative
of that nearly related country on whom the next responsibility was to
fall. His Grace proceeded:--

  "Gentlemen, the term parent and child I have used to express the
  endearments of one stage of domestic relations; but there is
  another which lessens not the tie, but carries with it the respect
  that children do not win--I would call it father and son (_immense
  cheering_). I perceive, gentlemen, that you all understand me, and
  are preparing for the sentiment I am to offer; but I would remark,
  that when a distinguished individual from one of those nearly related
  countries pays a visit to the other, common courtesy demands that
  he should be treated with kindness and respect. If that individual,
  gentlemen, be one who, by the force and energy of his own mind, has
  struck out and accomplished any great undertaking for the advancement
  of science, or the benefit of mankind, he is a philanthropist,
  a public benefactor, and entitled to our highest admiration
  (_cheering_).

  "Gentlemen, I have the satisfaction of informing you that there is at
  our table an individual whose name when I mention it will be familiar
  to most of you; who, contemplating several millions of human beings
  in his own country sinking into oblivion before the destructive
  influences of civilization, had the energy of character, the courage
  and philanthropy, to throw himself, unprotected and unaided, into the
  midst of them, with his brushes and his pen, endeavouring to preserve
  for future ages their familiar looks, and all that appertained to
  their native modes and history. In this noble enterprise, gentlemen,
  this individual laboured eight years of his life; and having with
  incessant toil and hazard visited most of the native tribes of North
  America, he has brought home and to our city a collection (which
  I trust you have all seen) of vast interest and value, which does
  great honour to his name, and entitles him to our highest admiration
  and esteem. I now propose, gentlemen, the health of Mr. Catlin, and
  success to the great country that gave him birth!"

Whilst these compliments were applying to my country only, I was fully
confident there was some one of my countrymen present better able than
myself to respond to them; but when they became personal, and all eyes
were fixed upon me, I saw there was no alternative, and that I must
reply, as well as I could, to the unexpected compliment thus paid me
and answered to with a bumper and many rounds of applause, every guest
at the table, as before, with one foot on his chair and the other on
the edge of the table. An awful pause for a moment, while my name was
echoed from every part of the room, brought me upon my feet, and I
replied: but I never shall recollect exactly how. I believe, however,
that I explained the views with which I had visited the Indian tribes,
and what I had done; and put in a few words, as well as I could, for my
country.

His Grace next rose, and, after the most chaste and eloquent eulogium
upon his works and his character, proposed the health of Sir David
Wilkie, who, to my great surprise and unspeakable satisfaction, I found
was sitting by my side and the next to my elbow. His health was drunk
with great enthusiasm, and after he had responded to the compliment he
begged to be allowed to express to his Grace and the gentlemen present
the very great satisfaction he had felt in being able to join in the
expression of thanks to so distinguished a gentleman as Mr. Catlin, and
whom it afforded him great pleasure to find was by his side. He stated
that he had been many times in my exhibition rooms, but without the
good luck to have met me there. He commented at great length upon the
importance and value of the collection; and, while he was according to
me great credit for the boldness and originality of the design, he took
especial pains to compliment me for the execution of my paintings, many
of which, he said, as works of art, justly entitled me to the hands of
artists in this country, and he was proud to begin by offering me his,
in good fellowship, which he did, and raised me from my seat as he said
it.

This was sanctioned by a round of applause, and as he resumed his seat
I was left upon my feet, and bound again to reply, which I did as well
as I could.

The reader can more easily imagine than I can describe, how gratifying
to me was such a mode of acquaintance with so distinguished and so
worthy a man as Sir David Wilkie, at whose elbow I was now placed, and,
for the most part of the evening, in familiar conversation.

The pipers played, the wine flowed, many good songs were sung; a
Highland dance was spiritedly flung by M'Ian, M'Donald, and several
others, in Highland costume. An Indian song and the war-whoop were
called for, and given--and with other good fellowship and fun this
splendid affair was finished.

I was at this time devoting certain hours of the day to visitors in my
Rooms, and I found my kind friend C. A. Murray almost daily bringing
ladies of rank and fashion upon his arm, to take a peep into the
mysteries of savage life, which he was so well prepared to explain to
them, and to illustrate by my numerous paintings and works of Indian
manufacture.

I met him here one day, however, on my entering, where he had been
for some time waiting without acting the beau, for any one, which was
quite an unusual thing. He called me aside, and told me there was a
chance for us to make _a sensation_ if I felt disposed to join him
in it, and to make a great deal of amusement for others as well as a
dish of fun for ourselves--this was, to assume the Indian costume
and throw ourselves into the Caledonian ball, which was to be given
at Almack's that evening, and for which he had procured the tickets.
For the information of those who never have seen one of those annual
balls, I will briefly say that they are decidedly the most brilliant
and splendid affairs that can be seen in London--presenting the most
gorgeous display of costumes and diamonds that the world can exhibit,
short of royalty itself. It was but for Mr. Murray to propose--the
finest costumes were taken from the Walls of my Room--weapons,
head-dresses, scalping-knives, scalps, &c.--and placed in one of the
chambers of the Egyptian Hall: and three o'clock was the hour appointed
for Mr. Murray to meet me again, to fit us with our respective dresses,
and go through a sort of rehearsal in our songs, dances, &c., which we
might be called upon to enact during the evening, and in which it would
be a great pity for us Indian knowing ones to make any mistake.

Mr. Murray was punctual at the hour of three; and having proposed that
my nephew, Burr Catlin, a young man of 21 years and then living with
me, should be of the party, we entered the dressing-room, and were soon
suited with our respective dresses and took our weapons in hand. My
nephew, Burr, being six feet two inches, with a bold and Indian outline
of face, was arrayed in a Sioux dress; and it was instantly agreed that
he should be put forward as the Big Sioux--the Great Chief Wan-ne-ton.
He happened to wear the identical head-dress of that distinguished
chief, which was made of war-eagle's quills and ermine skins. He was to
hold himself entirely mute upon his dignity, according to the customs
of the country. I was dressed as a warrior of the _Sac_ tribe, with
head ornaments of red and white quills of the war-eagle, denoting,
according to the custom of the country, my readiness for war or for
peace. Mr. Murray had chosen a dress less rich, and more light and easy
to act in, and a head-dress that was made much like a wig of long black
hair spreading over his shoulders and falling down nearly to the calves
of his legs, surmounted by a solitary eagle's quill--giving himself
more the appearance of a "Bois Brûlé," as they are termed on the Indian
frontiers of America--a race of half-castes, who are generally used as
interpreters, speaking a little French and some "Americaine" (as they
call the English language). These curious personages are generally the
spokesmen for all parties of Indians travelling abroad or delegations
to neighbouring tribes. This character exactly suited Mr. Murray, as
he spoke the French and the German, and also a little of two or three
Indian tongues; and, in the position of an interpreter for the party,
he would be the vehicle of communication between the two chiefs and his
numerous friends and relations, both ladies and gentlemen, whom he was
to meet in every part of the Rooms.

The least discerning will easily see that he was most ingeniously
laying his plans for a great deal of amusement; and if my readers could
have seen the manner in which he was dressed out and metamorphosed for
the occasion, they would have insured him, at a low premium, fun enough
on that evening to have lasted him for a week. Having arrayed our
persons in the respective costumes we had agreed upon, and arranged the
different characters which we were to sustain, I took the Indian drum
or tambour in my hand, and to the music of that and the chief's rattle,
and our combined voices in concert in an Indian song, we practised the
war-dance and scalp-dance of the Sioux, until we agreed that we could
"do them" beyond (at least) the reach of civilized criticisms, in
case we should be called upon to dance, which it was agreed should be
at first met as a condescension that the chiefs could not submit to,
but which it was understood we should yield to if the measure was to
be very strenuously urged. Matters being thus arranged, we adjourned
until nine o'clock, when we were to meet again, and make our final
preparations for our début in the ballroom.

At nine we were drawing on our buckskin leggings, and mocassins fringed
with scalp-locks and ornamented with porcupine quills of various
dyes; our shirts or tuniques were also of deerskins richly ornamented,
and their sleeves fringed, like the leggings, with locks of the hair
of Indian victims slain in battle. We painted our faces and hands
of a copper colour, in close imitation of the colour of the Indian,
and over and across that, to make the illusion more complete, gave
occasional bold daubs of vermilion and green or black paint, so that,
with our heavy and richly garnished robes of the buffalo, thrown over
our shoulders and trailing on the floor as we walked, with tomahawks
and scalping knives in our belts, our shields of buffalo hides on our
arms, with our quivers slung and our bows and arrows clenched in our
hands, we were prepared for the sensation we were in a few minutes
to make. We stood and smiled at each others' faces a few moments in
curious anticipation, practising over each other's names, which we had
almost forgotten to take. And having decided that the great chief was
_Wan-ne-ton_, that the warrior's name was _Na-see-us-kuk_, and that of
the interpreter _Pah-ti-coo-chee_, we seated ourselves in a carriage,
and in three minutes were being ushered through the crowded halls
leading to the splendid and brilliant array, into the midst of which a
long Indian step or two more placed us!

There was a little cruelty in the suddenness of our approach, and a
simultaneous yell which we gave, innocently mistaking the effect it
might have upon the nerves of ladies standing near us, several of whom,
on catching the sound and then the sight of us, gave sudden shrieks far
more piercing and startling than the savage war-whoop that had been
sounded over their shoulders. By this time we formed the centre of
attraction in the room, and we stood in so dense a crowd to be gazed
at, that nothing could be scanned of us lower down than our chins and
shoulders. The big Sioux chief, however, who was a head taller than
the crowd around him, flourishing his enormous head-dress of eagle's
quills, was quietly rolling his eagle eyes around over the multitude,
who were getting so satisfactory a view of him that it eased us a
little from the rush that otherwise would have been upon us.

We had made our entry into this world of fashion and splendour entirely
unexpected by any one, and of course unknown to all. Here was truly
a splendid field for my friend Mr. Murray, and the time for his
operations had now arrived. All questions (and there were many, and
in various languages) put to the big chief or the warrior were, by
the understanding, answered only by frowns; and the interrogations
referred to _Pah-ti-coo-chee_, the interpreter. This brought him at
once into great demand, and he replied at first in Indian, and then
strained a few distorted words of French and German into his replies,
by which he made himself partially understood. Lords and ladies, dukes
and duchesses, and princes and princesses of his acquaintance were in
the room, and now gazing at his copper colour, bedaubed with red and
black paint, and patiently listening to and endeavouring to translate
his garbled French and German and Indian for some description of the
grand personages he had in tow, without dreaming of the honourable
gentleman upon whose visage they were actually looking. From a custom
of the Prairie country, which he had wisely thought of, he carried a
rifle-bullet in his mouth whilst he was talking, and his voice was thus
as much a stranger as his face.

Amongst the gazers on, and those who questioned him, were many of his
most familiar friends; and even his own brother, the Earl of Dunmore,
drew some marvellous tales from him before he made himself known, which
he did at last to him and a few others of his friends, that he might
the better crack the good jokes he had come to enjoy.

The crowd, by this time, had completely wedged us in, so that there was
no apparent possibility of moving from our position, yet it was not a
crowd that was insupportable: it was, at least for a while, a pleasure
to be thus invested, as we were, by silks and satins, by necklaces
of diamonds and necks as fair as alabaster, by gold lace, and
golden epaulettes, chapeaux and small swords; but the weight of our
bison robes at length brought us to the expedient that our ingenious
interpreter put forth, which gained us temporary relief, and gave us
locomotive powers by which we could show ourselves at full length, and
occasionally escape investigations when they became too close for our
good friend or ourselves.

It was a lucky thought of our interpreter, which he divulged to some of
his confidential friends much to our advantage, that the paints which
the Indians used were indelible colours, and he regretted to learn that
some of the ladies had injured their costly dresses by being in too
close contact with us. And again he feared that some of the scalp-locks
on the dresses of the chief and the warrior were not quite dry, as they
were fresh from the country where they had just been at war with the
Sacs and Foxes. This had a delightful effect, and we were not again in
danger of suffocation, though the space we had to move in was limited
enough during the rest of the night for our warm dresses and our
enormous buffalo robes.

The introductions I had on that night, to lords and ladies, and to
dukes and duchesses, as _Na-see-us-huk_, a famous warrior of the Sacs,
and my nephew, as _Wan-ne-ton_, the great Sioux Chief, were honours
certainly that he or I could never have aspired to under any other
names; and our misfortune was, that their duration was necessarily as
brief as the names and titles we had assumed.

In the midst of this truly magnificent scene, where our interpreter
was introducing us as two dignified personages from the base of the
Rocky Mountains, and enjoying his own fun with his friends as he moved
around, and after a set of quadrilles had finished, it was announced
through the rooms that the Indians were going to give the War Dance!

This of course raised a new excitement, and the crowd thickened, until
at length a red rope or cord was passed around us three about as
high as our waists. The bystanders were desired to take hold of this
and walk back, which they did in all directions until a large space
was opened for us, and we were left standing in the centre. We found
ourselves there in full display in front of the ladies patronesses of
the ball, who were seated upon a platform, elevated several feet above
the level of the floor, and who, it was stated to us, had expressed a
desire to see the Indians dance.

Alas! poor Murray, he had then an off-hand use to make of his mongrel
dialect, which seemed to embarrass him very much, and which he had
found he got along with much better in the crowd. We were also
pledged to hesitate about our dignity in case we were asked to dance,
which here made a dialogue in Indian language indispensable, giving
our interpreter fresh alarm; nevertheless, with enough of the same
determination and firmness left that used to decide him to dash through
the turbid rivers of the prairie, or to face the menacing savages that
he met in the wilderness, he resolved to go through with it, and the
Indian dialogue that he opened with me was never doubted, I believe,
for it was never criticised. The objections raised by the chief and his
warrior were translated in tolerable French (with the bullet accent),
to their ladyships and the audience around us. The dignity of a Sioux
Chief could not be lowered by such a condescension, and the dance could
not be made without him. "Good Mr. _Pah-ti-coo-chee_," said her Grace
the Duchess of ---- (who was the presiding patroness on the occasion),
in excellent French, "do, I beg of you, do prevail on that fine old
fellow to gratify us with a dance--don't let him look so distressed
about it--tell him that he has just been looking on to see some of
the greatest chiefs in our country dance, and he must not think it
degrading to show us the mode in which the Indians dance; I dare say it
is very fine. Oh, dear, what shall we do? they are fine-looking men--I
wish I could speak to them--I dare say they know Charles A. Murray,--he
was in their country--I have read his book. Where's Murray? he ought to
be here to-night; I am sure he knows them. Do you know Murray, my good
fellows? Ah, no, they don't understand French, though."

Our interpreter smiled, and the Sioux chief and the Sac warrior came
very near the misfortune also. The arguments of the duchess were
translated to the chief and the warrior with great difficulty, when,
after a few moments of silence, they began to put off their robes,
which were very deliberately folded up and laid aside, to the great
gratification of the ladies patronesses and the rest of the crowd.

By three dancers the war dance of the Sioux is given with considerable
effect, and we were now ready to "go into it." The drum, which until
this moment had been slung on Mr. Murray's back, was taken into my
hands, the chief took his rattle in one hand and his war-club in the
other, while the interpreter's shield skilfully manoeuvred over his
left shoulder and his tomahawk brandished in his right hand, which,
with the shrill sounds of the war-song and the war-whoop, altogether
suddenly opened a new era in the musical and dancing sphere of Almack's.

When it was done, the whole house rung with applause; bouquets of
flowers were showered upon us, and many compliments were paid us by the
most bewitching young ladies, but which, unfortunately for us, we could
not understand. The crowd now thickened around us to shake hands with
us and lavish their praises upon us; and among them a lovely little
creature, whose neck seemed forged from a bouquet of white lilies, who
was supported on the arm of an officer, with her languishing soft blue
eyes, and breath sweeter than that of the antelope that jostles the
first dew-drops of the morning from the violets of the prairie, was
beseeching me to allow her to adjust on my wrist a magnificent bracelet
which she had taken from her own lovely arm, and for which she wished
only, as she made me understand by signs, a small scalp-lock from the
seams of my leggings. To play our parts well it was necessary, for
the time being, to do as an Indian warrior would do--I tore off the
scalp-lock and gave it to her, and when her fair hands had adjusted
the precious trinket on my wrist, I raised the leathern shirt a little
higher on my arm and showed her the colour of my skin. This unfolded a
secret to her which compelled me to speak, and I said to her and her
guardian, "Pray don't expose us; let us have our fun. Your precious
trinket I will restore to you in a little time." This was answered
with the sweetest of smiles, and, as my joke was thus ended, I turned
round and found the ring prepared again for another dance. Fair hands
had been lavish upon the other two Indians, who were already decorated
with several keepsakes of beautiful and precious workmanship. The
scalp-dance now commenced, and as I had brought with me a real scalp,
according to the custom of a warrior, we gave it the full effect and
fury of such scenes as they are acted in the wilderness. We entered
upon this unfortunate affair with our prizes displayed in the fullest
exultation, and no doubt might have gained many more but for the
unforeseen misfortune which our over exertions to please and astonish
had innocently brought upon us. The warmth of the rooms at this hour
had become almost insupportable, and, in the midst of it, our violent
exertions, under the heat of our Indian dresses, had produced a flow
of perspiration which had carried away the paint in streaks from our
foreheads to our chins, making us simple studies for the ethnologist,
if any there were present, and easy of solution. Poor Murray! he
had supplied himself with a red handkerchief, which he had often
pressed upon his face, the consequence of which was--and it was funny
enough--that his nose and his chin, and the other prominent points of
his face, had all become white, long before he had finished his fun or
been willing to acknowledge our true character and caste.

However, he had much merriment in receiving the cheerful
congratulations of his friends (who now recognised him once more as the
Honourable C. A. Murray), and in introducing my nephew and myself in
our real names to many of his friends, we distributed scalp-locks and
feathers to all the fair hands whose trinkets we held and restored;
and after partaking of the good things that were in store for us, and
looking and laughing at our white-washed faces in the mirrors, we made
our way to the front door as the first step towards a retreat to the
Egyptian Hall. We waited in vain full half an hour for a vehicle, such
was the rush of carriages at the door. The only alternative seemed
to be to take to our legs, and once resolved, we dashed out into the
street, and made our way in the best manner we could. It was now past
sunrise and raining in torrents, as it had been during the whole
night. We wended our way as fast as possible through the mud, with our
white and beautiful mocassins, and painted robes; and the reader must
excuse me here, and imagine, if he can, how we three looked when we
arrived at the door of the Egyptian Hall, with the gang of boys and
ragamuffins assembled around us, which the cry of "Indians, Indians!"
had collected as we passed through the streets. The poor porter, who
had waited up for us all night, happened _luckily to be_ ready for our
ring; and thus, fortunately, we were soon safely withdrawn from the
crowd assembling, to gaze and grin at each other, and deliberately and
leisurely to scour ourselves back again to our original characters.




                             CHAPTER VIII.

  Their Royal Highnesses the Duke of Coburg and Prince Ernest visit
      the Collection--His Royal Highness the (little) Duc de Brabant
      visits the Collection with the Hon. Mr. Murray--The Author
      presents him an Indian pipe and pair of mocassins--Visit of His
      Royal Highness the Duke of Sussex to the Collection--His noble
      sympathy for the Indians--He smokes an Indian pipe under the
      wigwam--The Author takes breakfast with the Duke of Sussex in
      Kensington Palace--The Duke's dress and appearance--John Hunter,
      the Indian traveller--The Duke's inquiries about him--Monsieur
      Duponceau--Visit to the Bank of England--To Buckingham Palace--To
      Windsor Castle--Author visits the Polish Ball with several
      friends in Indian costumes.


Among the distinguished visitors to my rooms about this time were their
Royal Highnesses the Duke of Coburg, and Prince Ernest, the father and
brother of Prince Albert, at that time on a visit to the Queen and the
Prince. They were accompanied by Mr. Murray, who took great pains to
explain the collection to the Duke, who took me by the hand when he
left the room, and told me I deserved the friendship of all countries
for what I had done, and pronounced it "a noble collection." His second
visit was made to it a few days after, when he was also accompanied by
Mr. Murray, and remained in the rooms until it was quite dark.

His Royal Highness the Duc de Brabant, the infant son of the King of
the Belgians, on a visit to the Queen, was also brought in by Mr.
Murray. He was an intelligent lad, nine or ten years of age, and was
pleased with a miniature Indian pipe which I presented to him, and also
a small pair of Indian mocassins suitable for his age.

His Royal Highness the Duke of Sussex, though in feeble health, paid
my collection his first visit. It was his wish, from the state that he
was in, to meet me alone "in an Indian Council," as he called it. My
first interview with him lasted for an hour or more, when he told me
that if his strength would have permitted it, he could have been amused
the whole day. To this fine old venerable man my highest admiration
clung: he expressed the deepest sympathy for the Indians, and seemed to
have formed a more general and correct idea of them and their condition
than any person I had met in the kingdom. When he left my rooms he
took me by both hands and thanked me for the rich treat I had afforded
him, and assured me that for the benefits I was rendering to society,
and the justice I was doing to the poor Indians, I should be sure to
meet my reward in the world to come, and that he hoped I would also be
recompensed in this.

The Duke of Sussex was a great amateur of pipes and good smoking, and
took much interest in the hundreds of different designs and shapes
of the carved pipes in my exhibition. He was curious to know what
the Indians smoked, and I showed him their tobacco, a quantity of
which I had brought with me. The Indians prepare it from the inner
bark of the red willow, and when dried and ready for smoking, call
it "k'nick-k'neck." I prepared and lit a pipe of it for His Royal
Highness to smoke, with which he took a seat under the middle of the
Indian wigwam, where our conversation was held at the moment; and as
he drew the delicious fumes through the long and garnished stem which
passed between his knees, with its polished bowl, carved in the red
pipe stone, resting on the floor, he presented for a few moments the
finished personification of beatitude and enjoyment. He pronounced
the flavour delicious, wanting only a little more strength, which he
thought the addition of tobacco would give it.

I told him that the Indians were always in the habit of mingling
tobacco with it when they could afford to buy it: "Good fellows (said
he), they know what is good--their tastes are as good as ours are."
After he had finished his pipe, and we were moving towards the front
door, the moment before taking leave of me as I have mentioned above,
he asked me if I ever knew _John Hunter_, who wrote a work on the
Indians of America, to which I replied in the affirmative. He seemed
much pleased in learning this fact, and said to me, "You see what a
feeble wreck I am at present; my strength is gone, and I must leave
you; but you will take your breakfast with me at Kensington Palace
to-morrow morning: I am all alone. I am too ill to see the world;
they cannot find the way to me: but I will see _you_, and take great
pleasure in your society. Your name will be made known to the servants
at the back entrance to the palace."

The next morning, at the hour named, found me at the door of the
palace, where my name was recognised, and I at once was ushered into
the apartment of the Duke, where I found him in his arm-chair, wrapped
in his morning gown of white flannel, and his head covered with a cap
of black velvet richly embroidered with gold. He rose and took me by
the hand in the most cordial manner, and instantly led me to another
part of the room, in front of a portrait hanging on the wall.--"There,"
said he, "do you know that face?" "Very well," said I; "that is the
portrait of John Hunter; it is an admirable likeness, and looks to me
like a picture by one of our American artists. If I had met it anywhere
else but in this country I should have said it was by Harding, one of
our most valued portrait painters." "Well," said he, "you know _that_
portrait too, do you?" "Very well--that is his Royal Highness the Duke
of Sussex." "Well," said the Duke, "now I will tell you, they were both
painted by Mr. Harding. Harding is a great favourite of mine, and a
very clever artist."

I at this moment presented to the Duke the Indian pipe, through which
he had smoked the day before, and also an Indian tobacco-pouch, filled
with the k'nick-k'neck (or Indian tobacco) with which he had been so
much pleased.

He thanked me for the present, which he assured me delighted him
very much; and, after showing me a great variety of curious and most
ingenious pipes from various countries, we took our seats alone at the
breakfast table. In the course of our conversation, which ran upon
pipes--upon Indians and Indian countries, his Royal Highness said he
had reasons for asking me if I had known Hunter, and should feel most
happy if he found in me a person who had been acquainted with his
history. He said he had known Hunter familiarly while he was in London,
and had entertained him in his palace, and thought a great deal of him.
He had thought his life a most extraordinary one, well entitling him to
the attentions that were paid to him here--that he had been entertained
and amused by his narrations of Indian life, and that he had made him
several presents, amongst which was a very valuable watch, and had had
his portrait painted, which he highly valued. He said he had learned,
with deep regret, since Hunter had left here, that a learned French
gentleman in Philadelphia, M. Duponceau, and some others, had held
him up to the public, through the journals, as an impostor, and his
narrations as fabulous. "This to me," said the Duke, "you can easily
see, has been a subject of much pain (as I took more pains to introduce
him and his works in this country than any one else), and it explains
to you the cause of my anxiety to learn something more of his true
history."

I replied to his Royal Highness that I had been equally pained by
hearing such reports in circulation in my own country, and that my
acquaintance with Hunter had not been familiar enough to enable me
wholly to refute them, I stated that I had been introduced to Mr.
Hunter in New Orleans, where he was well known to many, and that I had
met him in two or three other parts of the United States, and since
reading his work I had visited many of the Indian villages, in which
he lived, and had conversed with chiefs and others named in his work,
who spoke familiarly of him. I felt assured, therefore, that he had
spent the Indian life that he describes in his work; and yet that he
might have had the indiscretion to have made some misrepresentations
attributed to him, I was not able positively to deny. His work, as
far as it treats on the manners and customs of the American Indians,
and which could not have been written or dictated by any other than
a person who had lived that familiar life with them, is decidedly
the most descriptive and best work yet published on their every-day
domestic habits and superstitions; and, of itself, goes a great way, in
my opinion, to establish the fact that his early life was identified
with that of the Indians.

I stated that I believed his character had been cruelly and unjustly
libelled, and that I had the peculiar satisfaction of believing that I
had justly defended it, and given the merited rebuke at the fountain of
all his misfortunes, which I described as follows:--

"On my return from an eight years' residence amongst the remotest
tribes of Indians in America, and paying a visit to my old friends in
the city of Philadelphia, M. Duponceau, of whom your Royal Highness
has spoken, an old and very learned gentleman, and deeply skilled
in the various languages of America, and who was then preparing a
very elaborate work on the subject, invited me to meet several of
his friends at his table to breakfast; which I did. He was at this
time nearly blind and very deaf, and still eagerly grasping at every
traveller and trapper from the Indian country, for some new leaf to his
book, or some new word to his vocabularies, instead of going himself to
the Indian fireside, the true (and in fact the only) school in which to
learn and write their language.

"After our breakfast was finished and our coffee-cups removed, this
learned M. Duponceau opened his note-book upon the table and began
in this way,--'My dear Sir (addressing himself to me), I am so
delighted with such an opportunity--I am told that you have visited
some forty or fifty tribes of Indians, and many of them speaking
different languages. You have undoubtedly in eight years learned to
speak fluently; and I shall draw from you such a valuable addition
to my great work--what a treat this will be, gentlemen, ha? Now you
see I have written out some two or three hundred words, for which you
will give me the Blackfoot, the Mandan, the Pawnee Pict, &c. You have
been amongst all these tribes?' 'Yes.' The old gentleman here took a
pinch of snuff and then said, 'In this identical place, and on this
very table, it was, gentlemen, that I detected the imposture of that
rascal Hunter! Do you know that fellow, Mr. Catlin?' 'Yes, I have seen
him.' 'Well,' said he, 'I was the first to detect him;--I published
him to the world and put a stop to his impostures. I invited him to
take breakfast with me as I have invited you, and in this same book
wrote down the Indian translation of a list of words and sentences
that I had prepared, as he gave them to me; and the next day when I
invited him again, he gave me for one-third at least of those words
a different translation. I asked for the translation of a number of
words in languages that were familiar to me, and which he told me he
understood, and he gave them in words of other tribes. I now discovered
his ignorance, and at once pronounced him an impostor, and closed my
book.'

"'And now,' said I, 'M. Duponceau, lest you should make yourself and me
a great deal of trouble, and call _me_ an impostor also, I will feel
much obliged if you will close your book again; for I am quite sure
I should prove myself under your examination just as ignorant as Mr.
Hunter, and subject myself to the same reproach which is following him
through the world, emanating from so high an authority. Mr. Hunter
and myself did not go into the Indian countries to study the Indian
languages, nor do we come into the civilized world to publish them,
and to be made responsible for errors in writing them. I can well
understand how Mr. Hunter gave you, to a certain extent, a different
version on different days; he, like myself, having learned a little
of fifteen or twenty different languages, would necessarily be at a
loss, with many of his Indian words, to know what tribe they belong
to; and our partial knowledge of so many tongues involves us at once
in a difficulty not unlike the confusion at Babel, and disqualifies
his responses or mine, as authority for such works as I hope you are
preparing for the world. With these views (though I profess to be the
property of the world, and ready and pleased to communicate anything
that I have distinctly learned of the Indians and their modes), I must
beg to decline giving you the translation of a single word; and at the
same time to express a hope that you may verbally, or in the valuable
works which you are soon to bequeath to posterity, leave a repentant
word at least, to remove the censure which you say you were the first
to cast upon Hunter, and which is calculated to follow him to the
grave.'"

His Royal Highness was much interested and somewhat amused by this
narrative, and agreed with me, that such men as M. Duponceau, and
others, to whom the world is to look for a full and correct account of
the Indian languages of America, should go themselves to the wigwams
of the Indians, and there, in their respective tribes, open the books
in which to record their various vocabularies, rather than sit at home
and trust to the ignorant jargon that can be caught from the trapper
and the trader and the casual tourists who make flying visits through
the Indian countries. He related to me many curious anecdotes of poor
Hunter, and as I left him enjoying his k'nick-k'neck through his Indian
pipe, he said to me, "Your name, sir, will be familiar at my door, and
I shall be delighted to see you again at the same hour, whenever you
feel disposed to come."

Amidst the many avocations that were now demanding and engrossing the
most of my time, I was still able, by an effort, to allot certain
portions of the day to the pleasures that are found in the domestic
circles of wives and little ones, and nowhere else; and with them spent
the happiest moments of my life, notwithstanding the attentions of the
world and the efforts to make my enjoyment complete. With my dear Clara
I took my strolls and my rides to see what was amusing or instructive
in the great metropolis, and we saw much that amused and still more
that astonished us. Through the kindness of our untiring friend Mr.
Murray, we got access to the palaces of St. James and Buckingham, and
to the public and private rooms of Windsor Castle; we saw the "five
tons' weight of gold plate" that are said to enrich that noble palace,
and which but few eyes are allowed to gaze upon.

We visited the Royal Mint, the Tower, the noble mansions of the Dukes
of Sutherland and Devonshire, and the Bank of England. I was surprised
that we were allowed to pass through every part of this wonderful
sanctuary of gold and silver, and still more so that a guide should
stand ready to conduct us through all its numerous ramifications, and
as he passed along from room to room, from office to office, and from
vault to vault, to hear him lecture upon everything we passed, as if
they feared we might not appreciate it in all its parts. It has been
many times described and needs no further comment here, except an
occurrence in one of the vaults which deserves a current notice. The
Honourable Charles Fenton Mercer, of Virginia, was among our companions
on the occasion, and as we were shown into this apartment, which I
think was called a vault, though it was a large square room with the
light of a dome over it, the gentleman having charge of it within
received us in the most courteous manner, and as if it were a public
exhibition which we had paid our shilling to see, he led us around the
room and with his keys opened the iron safes which were all sunk in
the walls, with double doors of iron, and showed us the amount of gold
and notes contained in them, and on opening one that was filled with
packages of Bank of England notes, he took a bundle of them some ten
or twelve inches in diameter, and smilingly placing it in the hands of
my wife, asked her if she had any idea how much money she was holding.
Her rough guess was a very moderate one: she was so much excited and
so recently from New York, that she had forgotten pounds sterling, and
replied "Perhaps a thousand _dollars_;" when he turned it the other
side up and referred us to the label upon it--"two millions of pounds!"
He then took out another parcel of equal size, and placing that on
the top of it said to her, "Now, madam, you have four millions." Poor
thing! she looked pale as she handed it back, saying, "Ah, well, I
am glad it is not mine." The kind and gentlemanly attention shown to
us, and the pains taken to explain everything as we passed along,
were unexpected, and even a mystery in politeness which was beyond my
comprehension. We were conducted from this room to the arched vaults,
where we traced for a long distance the narrow aisles to the right
and the left and to the north and the south, through phalanxes of
wheelbarrows loaded with bars of silver and of gold, and all with their
heads one way, seemed ready for a subterraneous crusade in case of
necessity.

We returned from this half-day's work, fatigued, and almost sorry that
we had seen so much of the "shining dust" which our hands are labouring
so hard through life to earn a pittance of.

There were several Americans with us on this day's expedition, and all
agreed that we drew more pleasure from the gentlemanly politeness we
met in the Bank of England than we did from its wonderful system (which
was all explained to us), and from its golden riches which were all
laid open to our view.

Our fatigue, when we got home, seemed enough for one day; but as it
happened on that day, our sight-seeing was only begun; for it had been
arranged that we were to go to the Polish ball at the Mansion House on
that evening, and what was to make it a double task, it was arranged
that we should all go, some five or six of us, in Indian costumes.
My Indian wardrobe was therefore laid under heavy contributions for
that night. My nephew Burr and myself were dressed as chiefs, and two
or three more of my friends were arrayed as warriors. My dear little
_Christian_ Clara, whose sphere it was not, and who never wore an
Indian dress or painted her fair face before, becoming inspired with a
wish to see the splendour of the scene, proposed to assume the dress
of an Indian woman and follow me through the mazes of that night as an
Indian squaw follows her lord on such occasions. I selected for her
one of the prettiest and most beautifully ornamented women's dresses,
which was made of the fine white skin of the mountain sheep; and with
her hair spread over her back, and her face and her arms painted to
the colour of a squaw, and her neck and ears loaded with the usual
profusion of beads and other ornaments, and her fan of the eagle's tail
in her hand, she sidled along with us amidst the glare and splendour,
and buzz and din of the happy throng we were soon in the midst of,
and dragging our awkward shields and quivers and heavy buffalo robes
through, as well as we could. We took good care not to dance on that
occasion, so we kept the paint on our faces, and by understanding
no questions, answered none, and passed off with everybody as _real
Indians_. We went resolved to gratify our eyes, but to give no
gratification to others besides what they could take to themselves by
looking at us. Our interpreter was true to his promise: he made out
his own descriptions for us, and assured all who inquired, that we
could not speak a word of English. French, German, Russian, and Italian
were all tried in vain upon us; and as they turned away, one after
another, from us, they exclaimed, "What a pity! how unfortunate the
poor things can't speak English! how interesting it would be to talk
with them! that's a noble-looking fellow, that big chief; egad, he is
six feet and a half. I'll be bound that fellow has taken many a scalp.
That's a nice-looking little squaw: upon my word, if she had a white
skin she would be rather pretty!" and a thousand such remarks, as the
reader can imagine, while we were wending our tedious way through the
bewildering mazes of this endless throng. The task for my poor Clara
soon became more than she had anticipated before entering the room,
and was growing too much for her delicate frame to bear: she had not
thought of the constant gaze of thousands she was to stand in every
moment of the evening; and another discipline (which she knew must
be strictly adhered to, to act out the character she was supporting,
and which had not occurred to her before she had commenced upon the
toils of the evening) made her part a difficult one to act--that was
the necessity of following in the wake of all the party of men when we
were in motion, the place assigned to Indian women on the march rather
than by the side or on the arms of their husbands. This, in the street
or in the wilderness or anywhere else would have been tolerable, she
said, but in her present condition was insupportable. The idea was so
ridiculous to her, to be the last of a party of Indians (who always
walk in single file) so far behind her husband, and then the crowd
closing in upon her and in danger of crushing her to death. We soon
however were so lucky as to find a flight of several broad steps which
led to a side room, but now closed, which furnished us comfortable
seats above the crowd, which we took good care to hold until our
curiosity was all gratified, and we were ready to return home. Our
interpreter, in answer to all inquiries as to the locale of these
strange foreigners, mentioned the Egyptian Hall; and for weeks after,
Daniel testified to the increase of our receipts, and bore sad evidence
too of the trouble he had in explaining the difficulty of showing to
his visiters the "real Indians." After having satiated our curiosity,
and several of the youngest of the party having received some very
pretty trinkets and other presents that had been forced upon them, we
made our way home in good season to enjoy the joke, and part of a good
night's rest.




                              CHAPTER IX.

  Consequent troubles for Daniel in the exhibition-rooms--Daniel's
      difficulty with an artist making copies--Takes his sketch-book
      from him--Tableaux vivans commenced--List of the groups--Hon. Mr.
      Murray attends, with His Royal Highness the Duc de Brabant--The
      Author presented to Her Majesty and His Royal Highness Prince
      Albert, by the Hon. Mr. Murray--Indian Collection removed to
      Liverpool--Biennial exhibition of Mechanics' Institution--22,000
      children admitted free to the Indian Collection in one
      week--The Indian tableaux vivans in the provincial towns for
      six months--Collection opened in Sheffield--In Manchester--Nine
      Ojibbeway Indians arrive, in charge of Mr. Rankin--His proposal
      to the author.


Poor Daniel in the exhibition-rooms! I mentioned in the preceding
chapter that our appearance at the Polish ball had greatly increased
the number of shillings, but, at the same time, it was, as he
said, doing great injury to the Collection, as people paid their
shillings expecting to see the real Indians, and then, finding their
error, revenged themselves upon poor Daniel by calling him and
the whole concern hard names, and in various ways provoking him.
Politics--Caste--Slavery--Truck-system--Poor-houses--Repeal--Oregon--and
Repudiation were the exciting topics--all of which he was able and
ready to discuss; and the kind of visitors I just now mentioned, under
their disappointment at the rooms, were prepared to annoy him on these
topics, and irritate him to such a degree that it made his duties
doubly hard to him and their visits less pleasant to themselves than
they would otherwise have been.

He had other things that annoyed him, amongst which were the constant
efforts by artists and amateurs to make copies in the room for
paintings and designs, which they somehow seemed to fancy. After
having risked my life and spent my little fortune in the wilderness
to procure such exciting and such original studies, and bring them to
England, I did not consider it fair that these gentlemen should step
into my rooms just when they had an hour of leisure, and industry
enough to use it, and copy whatever they could most easily convert into
cash.

So many of these attempts had been made, that I was obliged to post a
printed notice around the walls, that "_No copying was allowed in the
rooms._"

This had the desired effect with many, but there were some to whom
the temptation was so great, that Daniel was obliged to refer them
to the printed regulations; and one or two others for whom this was
not enough, and who seemed to think that, in my absence, Daniel's
authority was rather in imagination than any thing else; and when he
had requested them to desist, they had given him the finish to their
provocations by replying to him, that he was of no account--that if
his _master_ ordered them to stop they would do so, but not for him.
One of these customers had troubled him very much for several days,
and it was evidently affecting his spirits, and even his health, for
he was growing pale and ghastly under the excitement. He said he had
repeatedly taken the printed regulation and placed it before him, and
he was at last told to "Go to the devil with it." He told me this
man had some object in view, for he came every night, and sketched
very rapidly, and made very exact copies; and he said to me, "If you
don't see fit to come in and turn him out of the room to-night, I
shall lay hold of him, for your own interest. I hate to do it, for
he looks like a gentleman, though he don't act like one, and that's
enough; and if you don't stop him, Mr. Catlin, I will." "That's right,"
said I, "Daniel. You have charge of the rooms, and your regulations,
and of course it is your duty to stop him; and I am responsible for
any damage you may do in putting an end to it." I was at that time
occupying apartments opposite to the Egyptian Hall in Piccadilly, and
on that night observing the lamps burning at a much later hour than
usual, was induced to step in to learn the cause. As I was passing
through the Hall, and about to enter the exhibition-room, I heard a few
half-stifled and hasty words, and then something like a struggle; and
next, I heard distinctly Daniel's voice, in rather a stifled mood:--"No
you won't. If you get that leg through, the deil a bit o' good will it
do ye; for I'll be shot if you ever pass your neck any farther through
this door until you give it up!"

"Let go of my collar, then!"

"No, I'll be blathered if I do that! I've got a good hold now, and I
might not get it again. Lay down the book and I'll let you go, and not
before."

"What business is it of yours? come, I should like to know; you are
only a door-keeper." "That's what I am, you've got it right; and I'll
show you, my boy, that I can _keep_ a door, too."

I stood back during this conversation, easily understanding what the
difficulty was, as I had a partial view of them, but was unobserved, as
I was standing in the dark.

It seems that Daniel's friend the copyist had been as usual at work
most of the evening, making sketches, and Daniel had allowed him to
work, resolving to appropriate all his sketches at a haul, as he should
be leaving the room. The gentleman had been intensely engaged, and not
having been interrupted as usual, had kept at his work for half an hour
or so after all visitors had left the room, and a full blaze of gas
was burning at my expense and for his benefit. All these circumstances
ripened Daniel's taste for laying an embargo on him; and when he had
closed his book, and was about to take leave, he found Daniel standing
with his back towards the door, which was open. On endeavouring to
pass, Daniel civilly stopped him, and told him he should expect him on
that evening to leave his sketch-book with him before he passed out.
The gentleman seemed dreadfully insulted by such a suggestion, saying
that he had paid for his admission and had the same right to be in
the room or to go out that _he_ had; to which Daniel at once assented,
saying he had not the slightest objection to his going out; "but," said
he, "if that book goes out, it will be because you are a stronger man
than I am."

At this crisis the artist had made a rush for the door, and Daniel
had fastened his left hand into his cravat and shirt collar, whilst
he had a similar grip upon Daniel with one hand, and his sketch-book
in the other, when I discovered them on my approach to the rooms. How
long they had been in this amusing predicament I was not yet able to
ascertain; but as Daniel, who is of a quick and rather violent temper,
was speaking quite cool and deliberate, I presumed they must have stood
there at least long enough for his first excitement to have cooled off,
which could not possibly have been effected in a few moments.

Immediately after their last dialogue that I had heard when approaching
them, there commenced another scene of grunting, and sighing, and
shoving about, that lasted for some minutes, when all was still again.
The gentleman, however, broke silence at length, but in a very low and
placid voice: "Why, you are a very curious fellow; I don't see why this
thing should make you so wrathy. The pictures are not yours--come,
don't clinch me so tight there, if you please." "I don't hurt you--I
told you I didn't wish to hurt you; if you talk about my bein 'wrathy,'
you don't know what you are talkin about--and the pictures I know are
not mine; but my employer expects me to guard his property, and you may
be sure I'll do it. If you had taken my advice two or three days ago
it would have saved you all this fuss, and half an hour's time that we
have been standing in the door." Another scuffle and struggle ensued
here, and after much grunting, the gentleman exclaimed, "You have the
advantage of me, for you have both hands to work with and I have only
one! If it were not for the book I could upset you, damned quick!" Upon
which Daniel made a grand lunge at the book, which he snatched from his
hand, and exultingly exclaimed, "There! I'll take the book, and let
you try with both hands--and now, if you touch a finger to me again,
I'll lather you within an inch of your life. If your cloth be ever so
much better than mine, you have behaved like anything but a gentleman;
and as I told you in the beginning, if ever you carry this book out at
that door you will do it over my dead body." At that instant he turned
off the gas, giving the gentleman a good opportunity to depart in total
silence, and for me to dodge him, as he passed by, and to withdraw
myself, to enjoy Daniel's account of the affair, which was amusingly
given, as he handed me the sketch-book the next morning.

Daniel's health and spirits improved very sensibly after this affair,
and his duties were somewhat lightened about this time, though I
added much to my own labours, by closing the exhibition at night,
and giving my lectures on three evenings of the week in an adjoining
hall, illustrating them with _tableaux vivans_, produced by twenty
living figures in Indian costumes, forming groups of their ceremonies,
domestic scenes, and warfare. These were got up and presented with much
labour to myself, and gave great satisfaction; as by them I furnished
so vivid and life-like an illustration of Indian life as I had seen it
in the wilderness.

For these tableaux I had chosen my men for some striking Indian
character in their faces or figures, or action, and my women were
personated by round-faced boys, who, when the women's dresses were on
them, and long wigs of horses' hair spreading over their shoulders,
and the faces and hands of all painted to the Indian colour, made
the most complete illusion that could be conceived. I had furnished
each with his little toilet of colours, &c., and instructions how to
paint the face before a mirror, and how to arrange their dresses; and
then, with almost infinite labour, had drilled them through the Indian
mode of walking with their "toes in," of using their weapons of war
and the chase, and of giving their various dances, songs, and the
war-whoop; and I have no hesitation in saying, that when I had brought
this difficult mode to its greatest perfection, I had succeeded in
presenting the most faithful and general representation of Indian life
that was ever brought before the civilized world. Many of these scenes
were enlivened by action, and by the various instruments of music used
by the Indians, added to their songs, and the war-whoop, giving a
thrilling spirit to them, whilst they furnished scenes for the painter,
of the most picturesque character, as will be easily imagined from the
subjoined programme of them as announced at the time.




                           CATLIN'S LECTURES

                                  WITH

         _TABLEAUX VIVANS_ ON THE NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS,

                                   AT

                 THE EGYPTIAN HALL, PICCADILLY, LONDON.

                    PROGRAMME FOR THE FIRST EVENING.


                              WAR SCENES.

  No. 1.--_Group of Warriors and Braves, in Full Dress_, reclining
  around a fire, regaling themselves with the pipe and a dish of
  _pemican_. In the midst of their banquet the chief enters in full
  dress; the pipe is lighted for him--he smokes it in sadness, and
  breaks up the party by announcing that an enemy is at hand--that a
  number of their men have been scalped whilst hunting the buffalo, and
  they must prepare for war.

  No. 2.--_Warriors Enlisting_, by "smoking through the reddened
  stem." The chief sends "_runners_" (or _criers_) through the tribe
  with a pipe, the stem of which is painted red; the crier solicits
  for recruits, and every young man who consents to smoke through the
  reddened stem which is extended to him, is considered a volunteer to
  go to war.

  No. 3.--_War Dance._ The ceremony of "_swearing in_" the warriors,
  who take the most solemn oath by dancing to, and striking the
  "reddened post" with their war-clubs.

  No. 4.--_Foot War-Party on the March_, ("Indian file,") armed with
  shields, bows, quivers, and lances--the chief of the party, as is
  generally the case, going to war in full dress.

  No. 5.--_War-Party encamped at Night_, asleep under their buffalo
  robes, with sentinels on the watch. The _alarm in camp_ is given, and
  the warriors roused to arms.

  No. 6.--_War-Party in Council_, consulting with their chief as to the
  best and most effective way of attacking their enemies, who are close
  at hand.

  No. 7.--_Skulking_, or advancing cautiously upon the enemy to take
  them by surprise--a common mode and merit in war among the North
  American Indians.

  No. 8.--_Battle and Scalping_; showing the frightful appearance of
  Indian warfare, and the mode of taking the scalp.

  No. 9.--_Scalp Dance_, in celebration of a victory; the women, in the
  centre of the group, holding up the scalps on little sticks, and the
  warriors dancing around them, brandishing their weapons, and yelling
  in the most frightful manner.

  No. 10.--_Treaty of Peace._ The chiefs and warriors of the two
  hostile tribes in the act of solemnizing the treaty of peace, by
  smoking mutually through the calumet, or pipe of peace, which is
  ornamented with eagles' quills; the calumet resting in front of the
  group.

  No. 11.--_Pipe-of-Peace Dance_, by the warriors, with the pipes
  of peace, or calumets, in their hands, after the treaty has been
  concluded. This picturesque scene will be represented by the warriors
  all joining in the dance, uniting their voices with the beat of the
  Indian drum, and sounding the frightful war-whoop.

                   PROGRAMME FOR THE SECOND EVENING.

                            DOMESTIC SCENES.

  No. 1.--_The Blackfoot Doctor, or Mystery-man_, endeavouring to cure
  his dying patient by the operation of his mysteries and songs of
  incantation.

  No. 2.--_Mr. Catlin at his Easel, in the Mandan Village_, painting
  the portrait of _Mah-to-toh-pa_, a celebrated Mandan chief. The
  costumes of the chief and the painter the same that were worn on the
  occasion.

  No. 3.--_An Indian Wedding._ The chief, who is father of the girl, is
  seated in the middle of the group, receiving the presents which are
  laid at his feet by the young man, who (when the presents accumulate
  to what the father deems an equivalent) receives the consent of the
  parent, and the hand of the girl, whom he leads off; and as she is
  the daughter of a chief, and admired by the young men, they are
  bestowing on her many presents.

  No. 4.--_Pocahontas rescuing Captain John Smith, an English Officer._
  "It had been decided in council, over which _Pow-ha-tan_ presided,
  that Captain John Smith should be put to death, by having his head
  placed on a large stone, and his brains beaten out by two warriors
  armed with huge painted clubs. His executioners were standing with
  their clubs raised over him, and in the very instant for giving the
  fatal blow, when _Pocahontas_, the chief's favourite daughter, then
  about thirteen years old, threw herself with folded arms over the
  head of the captain, who was instantly ordered by the chief to be
  released."

  No. 5.--_Wrestling._ A favourite amusement among many of the tribes.
  For these scenes, several distinguished young men are selected
  on each side, and the goods bet being placed in the care of the
  stakeholders, the wrestling commences at a signal given, and the
  stakes go to the party who count the greatest number of men remaining
  on their feet.

  No. 6.--_Ball Play._ The most beautiful and exciting of all Indian
  games. This game is often played by several hundreds on a side. The
  group represents the players leaping into the air, and struggling to
  catch the ball as it is descending, in their ball-sticks.

  No. 7.--_Game of Tchung-kee._ The favourite play of the Mandans, and
  used by them as their principal gambling game.

  No. 8.--_The Night Dance of the Seminolees._ A ceremony peculiar to
  this tribe, in which the young men assemble and dance round the fire
  after the chiefs have retired to rest, gradually stamping it out with
  their feet, and singing a song of thanksgiving to the Great Spirit;
  after which they wrap themselves in their robes and retire to rest.

One will easily see that this opened a new field of amusement and
excitement for my old friends, who were now nightly present, with their
companions, and approving with rounds of applause. Amongst these was
my untiring friend Mr. Murray, who, among the distinguished personages
whom he introduced, made a second visit with the little Leopold, Duc
de Brabant, whom he brought in his arms from his carriage. His Royal
Highness, as the curtain rose and I stepped forward to give a brief
lecture, seemed not a little disappointed, by the speech that he
suddenly made--"Why, that is not an Indian, that is Mr. Catlin, who
gave me the Indian pipe and the mocassins." However, a few moments more
brought forth red faces, and songs and yelps that seemed more sensibly
to affect his Royal Highness's nerves, and at which Mr. Murray removed
with him to a more distant part of the room, from which point he looked
on with apparent delight.

About this time an incident of my Transatlantic life occurred, to which
I shall ever recur with great satisfaction:--there was, standing in my
exhibition-room, an elaborate model of the _Falls of Niagara_, which
I had made from an accurate survey of that grand scene some thirteen
years before; and, in compliment for the accuracy and execution of
which, a handsome silver medal had been struck, and presented to me by
the American Institute in New York, at one of its annual exhibitions,
where it had been exposed to public view. The Hon. Mr. Murray, whose
familiarity with that sublime scene had enabled him to judge of the
fidelity of the model, upon which he was often looking, with his
friends, with intense interest, by his representations to Her Majesty
and the Prince had excited in them a desire to see it; and he called
upon me one morning to inform me that Her Majesty would be pleased to
have me bring it to Windsor Castle the next day at one o'clock, at
which hour I should be received.

The reader may imagine what pleasure this unexpected and unmerited
honour gave me, and also to my dear Clara, who was in the habit of
sharing with me the pleasures of many compliments, in the forms of
which she could not join me.

I was at Windsor the next morning, with the model, and having placed
and arranged it in Her Majesty's drawing-room, I took Mr. Murray's
arm at the appointed hour of one o'clock, and, as we entered the
drawing-room, we observed Her Majesty and His Royal Highness entering
at the opposite door. We met by the side of the model--where I was
presented, and received in the most gracious and kind manner. Her
Majesty expressed a wish that I should point out and explain the
principal features of the scene; which, with the vivid descriptions
which Mr. Murray also gave, of going under the Horse-Shoe Fall, &c.,
seemed to convey a very satisfactory idea to Her Majesty and the
Prince; they asked many questions about the characters and effects of
this sublime scene, and also of the Indians, for whose rights they said
they well knew I was the advocate, and retired, thanking me for the
amusement and instruction I had afforded them.

Several months after this passed on in the usual routine of my business
and amusements (my collection open during the days and my lectures
and tableaux given at night) without incidents worth reciting, when
I received an invitation from the Mechanics' Institute at Liverpool
to unite my Indian collection to their biennial fair or exhibition,
which was to be on a scale of great magnificence. They very liberally
proposed to extend the dimensions of their buildings for the occasion,
and I consented to join them with my whole collection for two months.
My lease had expired at the Egyptian Hall, and my collection was soon
on its way to Liverpool.

I was received with great kindness in that town, and my collection for
the two months gained me great applause and some pecuniary benefit.
During its stay there I kept several men in Indian costumes constantly
in it, and twice a day gave a short lecture in the room, explaining the
costumes and many of the leading traits of the Indian character, sung
an Indian song, and gave the frightful war-whoop.

There were here, as in London, many pleasing incidents and events for
which I cannot venture a leaf in this book, with the exception of one,
which I cannot forbear to mention. During the last week of their noble
exhibition, the children from all the charitable and other schools were
admitted free, and in battalions and phalanxes they were passed through
my room, as many hundreds at a time as could stand upon the floor,
to hear the lectures (shaped to suit their infant minds), and then
the deafening war-whoop raised by my men in Indian paint and Indian
arms, which drove many of the little creatures with alarm under the
tables and benches, from which they were pulled out by their feet; and
the list that we kept showed us the number of 22,000 of these little
urchins, who, free of expense, saw my collection, and having heard me
lecture, went home, sounding the war-whoop in various parts of the town.

At the close of this exhibition I selected the necessary collection
of costumes, weapons, &c. for my lectures and tableaux, and calling
together my old disciplined troop from the City of London, I commenced
a tour to the provincial towns of the kingdom, leaving my collection
of paintings behind. My career was then rapid, and its changes sudden,
and all my industry and energies were called into action--with twenty
men on my hands, and an average expense of twelve pounds per day.
This scheme I pushed with all the energy I could, and in the space
of six months visited, with varied success, the towns of _Chester_,
_Manchester_, _Leamington_, _Rugby_, _Stratford-on-Avon_, _Cheltenham_,
_Sheffield_, _Leeds_, _York_, _Hull_, _Edinburgh_, _Glasgow_,
_Paisley_, _Greenock_, _Belfast_, and _Dublin_. In all these towns I
was received with kindness, and formed many attachments which I shall
endeavour to cherish all my days. The incidents of such a tour can
easily be imagined to have been varied and curious, and very many of
them were exceedingly entertaining, but must be omitted in this place.
On my return I was strongly urged by several friends in Manchester to
open my whole collection of paintings, &c. in that town a while before
leaving for the United States, for which I was then on the eve of
embarking. I consented to this invitation, and, a hall being prepared
for its reception, I removed it and my family there for a stay of two
or three months.

The collection was soon arranged and on exhibition, and I found
myself and my dear wife in the atmosphere (though of smoke) of kind
friends who used their best endeavours to make our stay comfortable
and pleasant. The strangers who sought our acquaintance and offered us
their genuine hospitality were many, and will have our grateful thanks
while we live.

My exhibition had been tolerably successful, and, strange and
unexpected, like most of the turning points in my life, during the very
week that I had advertised it as "positively the last in the kingdom,
previous to embarking for New York," an event suddenly occurred which
brought me back to the metropolis, to the chief towns of the kingdom,
to France and to Belgium; and eventually led me through the accidents
and incidents which are to form the rest and the most curious part of
this work, upon which the reader will now enter with me.

The first intimation of the cause which was to change the shape of my
affairs was suggested to me in the following letter:--

  "Sir,--Though a stranger to you, I take the liberty of addressing
  this letter to you, believing that its contents will show you a
  way of promoting your own interest, or at least be the means of my
  obtaining some useful advice from you.

  "I have a party of nine Ojibbeway Indians, on the way, and about
  at this time to be landed at Liverpool, that I am bringing over on
  speculation; and, having been in London some weeks without having
  made any suitable arrangements for them, I have thought best to
  propose some arrangement with you that may promote our mutual
  interests. If you think of anything you could do in that way, or any
  advice you can give me, I shall be most happy to hear from you by
  return of post.

  "Several persons in London conducting exhibitions have told me that
  they will do nothing unless they are under your management.

                                 "I remain, yours, very truly,
                                                 "ARTHUR RANKIN.

"_To Geo. Catlin, Esq._"

To this letter I answered as follows:--

  "Sir,--I received your letter of the 4th, this morning, and hasten
  to reply. It will be directly opposite to my present arrangements
  if I enter into any new engagements such as you propose, as all
  my preparations are now made to embark for New York in the course
  of a fortnight from this time. I have always been opposed to the
  plan of bringing Indians abroad on speculation; but as they are
  in the country, I shall, as the friend of the Indians under all
  circumstances, feel an anxiety to promote their views and success
  in any way I can. I could not, at all events, undertake to make any
  arrangement with you until I see what kind of a party they are; and
  at all events, as you will have to meet them at Liverpool, you had
  better call on me in Manchester, when we can better understand each
  other's views.

                                    "I remain, yours, &c.

                                            "GEO. CATLIN.
  "_To A. Rankin, Esq._"

On the third day after the posting of this letter Mr. Rankin arrived
in Manchester, and called upon me in my exhibition-rooms. After a
little conversation with him, and without entering into any agreement,
I advised him to lose no time in proceeding to Liverpool to receive
them when they landed; and he took leave with the understanding that
he would bring them to Manchester as soon as they arrived. The next
evening, just after it was dark, my door-keeper, who was not yet in the
secret, came running in and announced that there was a "homnibus at the
door quite full of orrible looking folks, and ee really believed they
were hindians!" At that moment Daniel whispered to me--"The Ojibbeways
are here, and they are a pretty black-looking set of fellows: I think
they will do." I saw them a moment in the bus, and sent Daniel with
them to aid Mr. Rankin in procuring them suitable lodgings. A crowd
followed the bus as it passed off, and the cry of--"Indians! real
Indians!" was started in Manchester, which soon rung through the
kingdom, as will be related.




                               CHAPTER X.

  Difficulty of procuring lodgings for the Indians--The Author pays
      them a visit--Is recognised by them--Arrangement with Mr.
      Rankin--Crowds around their hotel--First visit of the Ojibbeways
      to the Author's Collection--Their surprise--Council held under
      the wigwam--Indians agree to drink no spirituous liquors--The
      old Chief's speech to the Author--Names of the Indians--Their
      portraits--Description of each--Cadotte, the interpreter.


At the beginning of this chapter the reader turns a new leaf, or, opens
a new book. He learns here the causes that begat this book, and I hope
will find fresh excitement enough, just at the right time, to encourage
him to go through it with me. He finds me turning here upon a pivot--my
character changed and my occupation; travelling over old ground, and
looking up old friends, of whom I had taken final leave, and who had
thought me, ere this, safely landed on my own native shores.

The Ojibbeways were here; a party of nine wild Indians, from the
back-woods of America. "Real Indians!" the "Ob-jub-be-ways," or
"Hob-jub-be-ways," as the name was first echoed through Manchester--and
had gone into lodgings for the night, which Daniel had procured with
some difficulty. He drove to the door of an hotel, and inquired of
the landlord if he could entertain a party of nine Indians for the
night and perhaps for a few days. "O yes, certainly; bring them in.
Porter, see to their luggage." They were in his hall in a moment,
having thoughtlessly sounded a yell of exultation as they landed on the
pavement, and being wrapped in their robes, with their bows and arrows
and tomahawks in their hands--as Indians are sure to be seen when
entering a strange place--the landlord, taking a glance at them as he
passed out, called out to Daniel, "What the devil is all this? I can't
take in these folks; you must load them up again. You told me they were
Indians." "Well! they are," said Daniel. "No, they're not; they're wild
men, and they look more like the devil than anything else. Every lodger
would leave my house before morning. They've frightened the cook and my
women folks already into fits.--Load them up as quick as you please."
Daniel got them "on board" again, and drove to another hotel, which was
just being opened to the public, and with a new landlord, with whom he
had a slight acquaintance. Here he was more successful, and, advising
the Indians to keep quiet, had got them in comfortably and without much
excitement. This very good and accommodating man, whose name I am sorry
I have forgotten, being anxious to get his house and his name a little
notoriety, seemed delighted at the thought of his house being the
rendezvous of the Indians; and, upon Daniel's representations that they
were a civil and harmless set of people, his family and himself all did
the most they could to accommodate and entertain them.

Daniel told him that they would make a great noise in Manchester, and
as they would be the "lions" of the day, and visited by the greatest
people in town, the clergy and all, it would be a feather in his cap,
and make his hotel more known in three days than it would otherwise be
in three years. This had pleased the new landlord exceedingly, and he
made Daniel agree that Mr. Catlin, in announcing their arrival in the
papers, should say that they had taken lodgings at his house, which he
thought would do him great service. The good man's wish was complied
with the next morning, but there was scarcely any need of it, for the
crowd that was already gathered and gathering around his new hotel,
were certain to publish it to every part of the town in a very little
time.

After they had been landed a while, and just when they were all seated
around a long table and devouring the beef-steaks prepared for them, I
made my way with great difficulty through the crowds that were jammed
about the door and climbing to look into the windows, and entered the
room, to take the first look at them.

As I stepped into the room I uttered their customary ejaculation of
"_How! how! how!_"--to which they all responded; and rising from their
seats, shook hands with me, knowing from my manner of addressing them
who I was, or at least that I was familiar with Indians. I requested
them to finish their suppers: and whilst conversing with Mr. Rankin I
learned, from giving ear to their conversation, that one of the young
men of the party had seen me whilst I was painting the portraits of
chiefs at a Grand Council held at Mackinaw a few years before, and was
coming forward to claim acquaintance with me. He finished his meal
a little sooner than the rest, and made a dart across the room and
offered me his hand, with a "_How! how! how! ketch-e-wah!_" and then
telling me, with the aid of the interpreter, that he knew me--that he
was at Mackinaw at the Great Council, when I painted the portraits of
Gitch-e-gaw-ga-osh, and On-daig, and Ga-zaw-que-dung, and others; and
I recollected his face very well, which seemed excessively pleasing to
him.

The poor fellows were exceedingly fatigued and jaded; and after a few
minutes' conversation I left them, advising them to lie quiet for two
or three days until they were rested and recruited after the fatigues
of their long and boisterous voyage. Mr. Rankin, with the aid of my man
Daniel, settled all the arrangements for this, and the next morning I
met Mr. Rankin with a view to some arrangement for their exhibition in
my collection, which was then open in the Exchange Rooms. He seemed
alarmed about the prospects of their exhibition, from what had been
told him in London, and proposed that I should take them off his hands
by paying him 100_l._ per month.

I instantly stated my objections to such an arrangement, that by
doing so I should be assuming all the responsibilities for them
while abroad; and as I had always been opposed to bringing Indians
abroad on that account, as well as from other reasons, I should be
unwilling to use them in any way that should release him from the
responsibilities he had assumed in bringing them to this country. And
I then said, "I will propose what I feel quite sure will be more for
your pecuniary interest, and more satisfactory to my own feelings, and
it is the only way in which I will be interested in their exhibition;
for under such an arrangement both the Indians and the exhibition
will be sure of having our mutual and united efforts, which they will
stand in need of to ensure the success that I hope they may meet. I
will agree to make my Indian collection the place for their exhibition
(the appropriateness of which will do away all the objections that
would in many places be raised to their dancing), and to conduct their
exhibition in the best way I can, giving my lectures on them and their
modes, sharing equally with you all expenses and all receipts from this
day to the time they shall leave the kingdom, expecting you to give
your whole attention to the travelling and care of the Indians while
they are not in the exhibition-rooms."

To this proposition, which never was more than a verbal one, he at
once agreed, and our arrangements were accordingly being made for the
commencement of their dances, &c., in my exhibition-rooms. During the
few days of interval between their arrival and the commencement of
their exhibition, several editors of the leading journals, with other
distinguished visitors to them, had examined them, and, being much
pleased with their appearance, excited the public curiosity to see
them, to an impatient degree; and the streets in the vicinity of their
hotel became so completely besieged, that a strong party of police was
necessary to keep back the crowds, who could only now and then get a
glimpse of an eye and a nose of the Indians peeping out between the
curtains of their windows.

Their first airing in Manchester was a drive in an omnibus, to my
exhibition-rooms, which they had long wished to see. The mayor of the
city, with the editors of the _Guardian_ and several other gentlemen,
had been invited there to see the first effect it would have upon them.
It proved to be a very curious scene. As they entered the hall, the
portraits of several hundreds of the chiefs and warriors of their own
tribe and of their enemies were hanging on the walls and staring at
them from all directions, and wigwams, and costumes and weapons of all
constructions around them: they set up the most frightful yells and
made the whole neighbourhood ring with their howlings; they advanced
to the portraits of their friends and offered them their hands; and at
their enemies, whom they occasionally recognised, they brandished their
tomahawks or drew their bows as they sounded the war-whoop.

This scene was truly exciting, and after our distinguished visitors had
left the rooms, I spread some robes upon the floor, upon which we sat,
and lighting an Indian pipe, opened our first council by saying:--

  "My Friends, I am glad to see you, and to offer you my hand in
  friendship. You see by the paintings around you, of your friends and
  of your enemies, that I am no stranger to Indians--and that I am
  their friend. I am very happy to see you in my room, and all well
  after crossing the great ocean. Your friend here, Mr. Rankin, tells
  me you have come to this country to give your dances, &c.; and he has
  proposed that I should manage your exhibition, and have your dances
  all given in my rooms. This I have agreed to do, provided it meets
  your approbation."

To which they all instantly ejaculated "_How, how, how!_" which is
always an affirmative, literally meaning yes. When meeting a friend,
it is the first salutation, meaning "How goes it?" or "How do you do?"
and pronounced at the ends of sentences, when any one is speaking,
implies assent, or approbation, as "hear, hear!" is used in the English
language.

  "My good Friends, I have agreed to this on two conditions: the first,
  that it shall please you; and the second, that you will pledge your
  words to me that you will keep yourselves all the time sober, and
  drink no spirituous liquors while you are in the country. I make
  this condition because I know that the Indians are generally fond
  of strong drink, which wicked white men carry into their country
  and teach them to use. I know that the Indians often drink it to
  excess, not knowing in their country the sin of doing so. I know
  that the people in England detest drunkards, and they have an idea
  that all Indians are drunkards; and that if you drink and get drunk
  in this country, it will ruin all your prospects, and you will go
  home poor and despised. ('_How, how, how!_') You are a good-looking
  and well-behaved set of men, and I have no fears of any difficulties
  if you will keep sober. The English people are the friends of the
  Indians, and you will make many friends if you take and keep my
  advice.

  "I will ask but one solemn promise of you, and that is, that you will
  drink no spirituous liquors while you are in this country, and your
  friend Mr. Rankin will perfectly justify me in this. ('_How, how,
  how!_')

  "If you will keep sober, you shall have plenty of good tobacco to
  smoke and roast beef to eat, and there is no doubt that I will get
  you permission to see the Queen."

To this the old chief (Ah-quee-we-zaints, the boy chief) arose and
replied:--

  "My Friend, I give you my hand. The Great Spirit has been kind to us
  in keeping his eye upon us all in crossing the salt lake, and we are
  thanking Him that we are all here safe and in good health. We had
  heard much of you when in our own country, where all the Indians know
  you, and we are now happy to meet you. ('_How, how!_')

  "My Friend, we are here like children in this strange country, and we
  shall feel happy and not afraid if you will be our father--the Great
  Spirit has put good counsel into your mouth, and we will follow it.
  ('_How, how, how!_')

  "We all know the dangers of fire-water; we have all been fond of it,
  and have been taught to drink it. We have been told that the Great
  Spirit sent it to us because he loved us--but we have learned that
  this is not true.

  "We have learned that the English people do not drink it--they are
  wise; and we will all pledge our words to you in this council that we
  will not drink it while we are in this country, and we are ready to
  put our names on a paper. ('_How, how, how!_')"

  "My Friends," said I, "I don't require your names on a paper; I am
  satisfied; if you were white men, perhaps I might--but no Indian
  who ever gave me his word has deceived me. I will take your names on
  paper, however, for another purpose, that I may know how to call you,
  how to introduce you, and to have your arrival properly announced in
  the newspapers." ('_How, how, how!_')

[Illustration: N^o. 4.]

Their names were then taken as follows, and the business of our first
council being finished, it broke up. (_See Plate No. 4._)

    1. Ah-quee-we-zaints (the Boy Chief).

    2. Pat-au-a-quot-a-wee-be (the Driving Cloud), war-chief.

    3. Wee-nish-ka-wee-be (the Flying Gull).

    4. Sah-mah (Tobacco).

    5. Gish-ee-gosh-e-gee (Moonlight Night).

    6. Not-een-a-akm (Strong Wind), interpreter.

    7. Wos-see-ab-e-neuh-qua, woman.

    8. Nib-nab-ee-qua, girl.

    9. Ne-bet-neuh-qua, woman.

After a stroll of an hour or so about my rooms, where they were
inexpressibly amused with my numerous paintings, &c., they were driven
awhile about the town, and landed at their hotel, where the crowd
had become so general and so dense, that it was almost impossible
to approach it. The partial glance that the public got of their red
faces and wild dresses on this day, as they were moving through the
streets, and passing to and from the carriage, increased the cry of
"Ob-jubbeways!" in every part of the city, and established the fact as
certain, that "_real Indians_" had made their appearance in Manchester.

It should be known to the reader by this time that this party were
from the northern shore of Lake Huron, in Canada; therefore her
Majesty's subjects, and part of one of the most numerous tribes in
North America, inhabiting the shores of Lake Superior, Lake of the
Woods, and Lake Huron, numbering some 15,000 or 20,000, and usually
(in civilized parlance) called Chippeways, a mere _refinement_ upon
their native name, O-jib-be-way. The appearance of these wild folks so
suddenly in the streets of Manchester was well calculated to raise an
excitement and the most intense curiosity. They were all clad in skins
of their own dressing, their head-dresses of eagles' quills and wild
turkeys' feathers; their faces daubed and streaked with vermilion and
black and green paint. They were armed with their war-clubs, bows and
quivers, and tomahawks and scalping knives, just as they roam through
the woods in their country; and their yells and war-whoops, which were
occasionally sounded in the streets at some sudden occurrence that
attracted their attention, gave a new excitement amid the smoke and
din of Manchester. The leading man of this party, _Ah-quee-we-zaints_
(the boy chief), was an excellent old man, of seventy-five years,
with an intelligent and benignant countenance, and had been somewhat
distinguished as a warrior in his younger days.

The next of consequence (_Pat-au-a-quot-a-wee-be_, the driving cloud),
and called the war-chief (though I believe, not a chief), was a
remarkably fine man of thirty-five years of age, and had distinguished
himself as a warrior in several battles in the war of 1812, having been
engaged in the British lines, and in those engagements had been several
times severely wounded, and of which he still carried and exhibited the
most frightful scars.

_Sah-mah_ (tobacco) and _Gish-ee-gosh-e-gee_ (moonlight night)
were two fine young men, denoted warriors, having their wives with
them; _Wee-nish-ka-wee-be_ (the flying gull) was a sort of doctor
or necromancer to the party, and a young fellow of much drollery
and wit. The Strong Wind, the interpreter, whose familiar name was
_Cadotte_, was a half-caste, a young man of fine personal appearance
and address, and the son of a Frenchman of that name who had long been
an interpreter for the English factories in those regions.

By the patient and accommodating disposition of this young man, any
conversation was easily held with these people; and through him, the
interchange of feelings between the civilized world and these rude and
curious people, which will appear in the subsequent chapters of this
book, was principally effected.




                              CHAPTER XI.

  Ojibbeways visit the Mayor in Town-hall--They refuse wine--Distress
      of the kind and accommodating landlord--Indians' first _drive_
      about the town of Manchester--Their curious remarks--Saw
      some white people drunk--Many women holding on to men's
      arms and apparently not sick--Saw much smoke--Vast many
      poor people--Indians commence dancing in the Author's
      Collection--Effects of the war-dance and war-whoop upon
      the audience--Various amusements of the evening--A rich
      present to the old Boy-Chief--And his speech--Numerous
      presents made--Immense crowd and excitement--Indians visit
      a great woollen-factory--Casts made from their heads by a
      phrenologist--Visit to Orrell's cotton-mill at Stockport--Their
      opinions of it--The party kindly entertained by Mr. Hollins and
      lady.


The Indians having had a few days' rest, having made their first
visit to my rooms, and settled all the preliminaries for their future
operations, were now ready to step forth amongst the strange sights
that were open and ready for their inspection in the new world that
they had entered, all of which was yet before them.

The world's civilities towards them commenced in an invitation from
the Mayor of Manchester to visit the Town-Hall, and they dressed and
painted and armed for the occasion, not asking who the mayor was, or
how near he might be in rank to the Queen herself, whom it was their
greatest ambition to see; but upon the supposition, of course, that
they were going to see a "great chief," as they called him.

They were moved through the streets in an omnibus, accompanied by Mr.
Rankin, and I met them at the door of the hall, and conducted them
to the presence of the mayor, whom they recognised, and were not a
little surprised to find was one of the gentlemen to whom they had
been introduced the day before. They were then presented by the mayor
to his lady, and a select party of ladies and gentlemen who had been
invited to see them. By these they were received with much kindness,
and after having been shown the various rooms, &c., were led into the
mayor's court, then in session, where they stood a few minutes, and
finding that all proceedings were stopped, and all eyes upon them while
there, I beckoned to them to retire.

Various refreshments were prepared for them, to which they returned,
and whilst the lady mayoress and ladies and gentlemen were proposing
their health in wine which was poured out for them, they were surprised
to receive smiles and thanks from the Indians as they refused to
partake of it. To the inquiries raised for the cause of their refusing
to drink, Mr. Rankin explained that they were under a solemn pledge
not to drink spirituous liquors while in England, which was applauded
by all present, and they received many presents in consequence of this
information, which was the beginning of encouragement to keep their
promise of sobriety and total abstinence.

After leaving the town-hall, Mr. Rankin got into the omnibus with them,
and during a drive of half an hour or so, giving them a passing glance
at the principal streets of Manchester and its suburbs, they returned
to their hotel.

This excursion was calculated, of course, to bring around their hotel
its thousands and even tens of thousands of the excitable and excited
idlers that an extraordinary "turn out" had at that time thrown into
the streets; and in endeavouring to pay them my customary visit that
night, I was obliged to follow in the wake of a number of police, who
had the greatest difficulty in making their way through the mass.

The object of my visit to them was to talk, as usual, upon the events
of the day, and of our future operations. The first "_talk_" I had,
however, was with the kind and good-natured landlord, who said that
he had now got notoriety enough--he didn't think his house would
be forgotten; and was exceedingly obliged to me, and was pleased
with the Indians, who gave him no trouble; alleging that they were
ten times more civil and well-behaved than the people night and day
crowded around his house. "It seemed to him as if the _savages_ were
all outside of his house and the gentlemen inside. His house, which
was fresh painted but a few days, and not dry, was 'all done up,' as
high as they could reach and climb, and must be done over again; and
his windows were broken and window-shutters torn from their hinges;
and it was impossible for him to keep them any longer without great
damage to his interest, and he hoped I would provide some other place
for them as soon as possible." It happened much to my satisfaction
that I had already prepared an apartment for them in the Exchange
Buildings, adjoining to the exhibition-rooms, which were elevated high
above the gaze of the crowd, and to which they were to be removed the
next morning. This gave the good man much relief, and he said he could
manage to live through that night.

The conversation of the Indians that evening, while they were passing
their pipe round and making their comments upon what they had seen, was
exceedingly curious, and deserves to be recorded. They expressed great
satisfaction at the kind manner in which they had been entertained
by the mayor, understanding that he was the head man of the town of
Manchester--"chief of that village," as they called him; "they saw him
and his squaw, and many other beautiful squaws, all drinking; and they
saw many people through the windows, and in the doors, as they passed
along the streets, who were drinking; and they saw several persons in
the streets who were quite drunk, and two or three lying down in the
streets, like pigs; and they thought the people of Manchester loved
much to drink liquor. They saw a great deal of smoke, and thought the
prairies were on fire; they saw many fine-looking squaws walking in the
streets, and some of them holding on to men's arms, and didn't look
sick neither. They saw a great many large houses, which it seemed as
if nobody lived in. They saw a great many people in the streets, who
appeared very poor, and looked as if they had nothing to eat. They had
seen many thousands, and almost all looked so poor that they thought it
would do no good for us to stay in Manchester."

I explained to them the extraordinary cause that had recently thrown
so many thousands of poor people into the streets; that Manchester was
one of the richest towns in the world; that the immense houses they
had seen, and apparently shut up, were the great factories in which
these thousands of poor people worked, but were now stopped, and their
working people were running about the streets in vast numbers; that
the immense crowd gathered around their hotel, from day to day, were
of that class; that the wealthy people were very many, but that their
dwellings were mostly a little out of town; and that their business men
were principally shut up in their offices and factories, attending to
their business whilst the idle people were running about the streets.

Such was a little of the gossip after their first visit and drive about
the town--and the next morning, at an early hour, they were removed to
their new lodgings in the Exchange Buildings, and the kind landlord
effectually, though very gradually, relieved from the nuisance he had
had around his house for some days past.

On the same evening, by our announcements, they were to make their
first appearance in my exhibition, and at an early hour the Rooms were
filled, and we were obliged to close the doors. I had erected a strong
platform in the middle of my room, on which the Indians were to give
their dances, and having removed all seats from the room, every part of
the floor was covered as densely as it was possible for men and women
to be grouped together. Into the midst of this mass the party dashed
in Indian file, with shield and bow and quiver slung--with war-clubs
and tomahawks in hand, as they sounded the frightful war-whoop and were
endeavouring to reach the platform. The frightened crowd, with screams
and yells as frightful nearly as those of the Indians, gave way, and
they soon had a free passage to the platform, upon which they leaped,
without looking for the flight of steps prepared for them, and were
at full length before the staring, gaping multitude. Mr. Rankin was
by their side, and in a moment I was there also, to commence upon the
new duties devolving on me under our recent arrangement. They were in
a moment seated, and were passing their pipe around, while I was, by a
brief lecture, introducing them, and the modes they were to illustrate,
to the audience.

I described the country and the tribe they belonged to, and the objects
for which they had crossed the Atlantic; and also expressed to the
audience the happy opportunity it was affording me of corroborating the
many assertions I had been heretofore making relative to the looks and
modes of those people, many of which I was fully aware were difficult
of comprehension. Having done this, I should leave the Indians to
entertain the audience with such of their dances and other amusements
as they might decide upon, and endeavour to stand by and explain each
amusement as they gave it, feeling abundantly able to do so from a
residence of eight years amongst the various tribes in America.

There was a shout of applause at the close of my remarks, and the
most impatient anxiety evinced on all sides to see the commencement
of the curious tricks which were just ready to be introduced. At this
moment, with a sudden yell, the men all sprung upon their feet; their
weapons brandished and their buffalo robes thrown back, while the women
and children seated themselves at the end of the platform. Another
shrill yell of the war-whoop, with the flourish of their weapons,
and the Medicine-man or Doctor commenced with tambour (or drum), and
his voice, upon the war-song; and they were all off in the dance.[5]
At the first rest, when they suddenly stopped, there was but one
mingled roar of applause, which showed to the poor fellows that they
had made "a hit," and were to be received with great kindness and
interest. This stimulated them to finish it with spirit; and when it
was done, and they were seated a few moments to rest, hundreds were
ambitious to crowd up to them and offer them their hands. It was with
great difficulty that I could get the audience quiet enough to hear
my explanations of the war-dance--its meaning, and the objects and
character of the war-whoop which they had just heard. I gained the
patience of the crowd by promising them a number of dances and other
amusements, all of which I would render instructive by my explanations,
and afford all, in the remotest parts of the room, an opportunity to
shake hands with the Indians when their amusements were finished.

 [5] All American Indians are poor in musical instruments, the
     principal of which, and the "heel inspiring" one, is the drum or
     tambour. This is rudely, but ingeniously made, by straining a
     piece of raw hide over a hoop or over the head of a sort of keg,
     generally made by excavating the inner part of a log of wood,
     leaving a thin rim around its side. In the bottom of this they
     always have a quantity of water, which sends out a remarkably
     rich and liquid tone. Besides this, they use several kinds of
     rattles and whistles--some of which are for mystery purposes,
     and others merely for the pleasing and exciting effects they
     produce in their dances.

After my explanations and their pipe were finished, they arose and gave
the _Wa-be-no_ dance, as they call it. _Wa-be-no_, in the Ojibbeway
language, means mystery, and their mystery-dance is one of their
choicest dances, only given at some occasion of their mystery-feasts,
or for the accomplishment of some mysterious design. This dance is
amusing and grotesque, and made much merriment amongst the audience.
I explained the meaning of this also, and they afterwards gave some
surprising illustrations of the mode of catching and throwing the ball
in their favourite game of ball-play, with their ball-sticks in their
hands. The astonishing quickness and certainty with which they throw
and catch the ball in their rackets elicited immense applause; and
after this they gave the "_scalp-dance_," which is given when a party
returns from war, having brought home scalps taken from their enemies'
heads, and preserved as trophies by the victors. In this dance the
women, occupying the centre, hold up the scalps, attached to the tops
of little poles, while men who have come from war dance around in a
circle, brandishing their weapons, gnashing their teeth, and yelling
the war-whoop at the highest key of their voices. At the close of
this terrifying dance, which seemed to come just up to the anxiety of
the excited audience, there was a tremendous roar of applause, and,
in the midst of the uproar, an old gentleman took from his pocket a
beautifully chased silver tobacco-box, and handing it to me, desired
me to give it to the old chief, and tell him to carry his tobacco in
it. I handed it to the old man, and, as he had seen the hand that gave
it, he sprang upon his feet, as if he were but a boy, and reaching
out his hand, grasped, over the heads of the audience, the hand of
the venerable old gentleman, who told him "he was happy to see him,
and to make him a little present to recollect him by." The old chief
straightened up and squared himself upon the platform, throwing his
buffalo robe over his left shoulder and passing it forward under his
right arm and into his left hand; and with the most benignant smile
(as he turned his box a moment under his eye, and passed it into his
left hand) commenced--"My friends, though I am old I thank the Great
Spirit for giving me strength to say a few words to you. He has allowed
me to live many years, and I believe it is because I thank him for all
his gifts. His eye was upon us when we were on the great salt lake,
and he has brought us here safe, for which we all are thankful. He
has directed you all to come here this night and to be so kind to us,
for we had done nothing to make you come. We have long heard of the
_Sag-a-noshes_,[6] and we have been anxious to come and see them. We
have fought for them and with them, and our fathers and brothers have
bled for them. There are many of the _Sag-a-noshes_ amongst us, and
we love them. The Great Spirit has smiled upon our undertaking, and he
has guided the hand of my brother to make me this present. My friends,
my heart is warm and I am thankful. We have now done our dancing and
singing, and we offer you our hands in friendship." At this there was
a rush towards the platform from every part of the room to shake the
hands of the Indians, who had seated themselves on the front of the
platform for the purpose.

 [6] Englishmen.

These greetings for half an hour or so were exceedingly warm; and to
make them more impressive, several persons deposited in their hands
valuable trinkets and money, which they received with thanks. Thus
ended the first night's exhibition of the amusements of the Ojibbeways;
and it was quite impossible to bring it entirely to a close (such was
the avidity with which the visitors were seeking to handle and examine
every part of their costumes, their tomahawks, and scalping-knives,
&c.) until the Indians took leave and retired to their private room.
And even then there was almost an equal difficulty while I was in the
exhibition-room, for crowds were gathering around me to know what they
ate--whether they ate their meat raw--whether they were cannibals--what
I brought them over for--whether they were easy to manage, &c.--until
I gradually edged along towards the door, through which I suddenly
slipped, when I had got completely out of breath, leaving the group to
fall upon poor Daniel, who was lecturing in another part of the room.

Our first night's labour had taken us until eleven o'clock; and as I
was wending my way home to my lodgings, I could hear the war-whoop
squeaking and echoing in the streets in every part of the town.

On the following morning, at the very friendly invitation of the
proprietor of an extensive woollen-factory in the vicinity of Bury, and
who had sent a carriage with four horses for them, the whole party paid
a visit to his extensive mills and to his mansion, where they partook
of breakfast with him, and returned in great glee and spirits, each
one bearing a magnificent blanket of various colours, presented to them
by his generous hand.

The second night of their exhibition went off much like the first: the
room was filled long before they made their appearance; and in the roar
and confusion of applause at the end of their amusements, there was a
cry from the end of the room, "Let some of them come this way--we can't
get near them--we can't tell whether they are in their own skins or in
fleshings." And another hallooed out "Let that handsome little fellow
come here (alluding to _Samah_, who was a very fine-looking young man);
here is a lady who wants to kiss him!"

This being interpreted to him, he leaped into and through the crowd (as
he would dash into the river that he was to ford), and had his naked
arms around her neck and kissed her before there was any time for an
explanation. The excitement and screaming and laughing amongst the
women in that part of the room made kissing fashionable, and every one
who laid her hand upon his arm or his naked shoulders (and those not a
few) got a kiss, gave a scream, and presented him a brooch, a ring, or
some other keepsake, and went home with a streak of red paint on her
face, and perhaps with one or two of black or green upon her dress.
The gallant little fellow squeezed himself through this dense crowd,
kissing old and young as he went, and returned to the platform, from
which he held up and displayed his trophies with much satisfaction.

I felt it my duty to reprimand him for his rudeness, and told him it
was not fashionable in such crowds to kiss the ladies; to which he
replied, that "he knew what he was about--the white ladies are very
pretty and very sweet, and I gave my kisses only where they were asked
for." The response all over the house was that "he had done right; good
little fellow, he has done no harm."--A voice, "No, no harm, indeed;
I'll kiss him again if he will come down, charming little fellow!"--He
was in the act of leaping off, when Cadotte, the interpreter, seized
him by the arm and turned him back. The hour was come for closing, and
the Indians moved off to their lodgings. The events of that day and
evening furnished the Indians with rich materials for gossip, and I
retired to their chambers to smoke a pipe of k'nick-k'neck with them,
and join in the pleasures of their conversation. They had many fine
presents to display, and some of these valuable, being taken from arms
and necks and fingers, in the moments of enthusiasm, and given to the
Indians. The little gallant _Samah_ had been the most successful in
this way, and also had received all the kisses of the pretty women. I
have already mentioned that he had his wife with him. They were joking
her about this affair, and she coolly said she did not care about it;
"for the more kisses he gets from pretty women, the more presents I
get, for he loves me enough to give them all to me." There was much
commenting also on the great factory they had been to see in the
morning, and on the gentleman's kindness in presenting the blankets,
which they had now paraded and were examining and showing.

They were exulting much in their happiness and success, and were still
expressing fears that, by jumping and yelling, and making so much noise
in Manchester, they might give dissatisfaction to the Queen, who would
not feel so well disposed to see them. They asked for my opinion on the
subject; I told them to have no fears, the Queen would certainly be
glad to see them.

I was waited on about this time by Mr. Bally, a gentleman of great
eminence and skill in the science of phrenology, and who has one of
the richest collections of casts from nature, in the world. Mr. Bally
is one of the most rapid and skilful men in the operation of casting
from the living face, and was extremely anxious to procure casts from
the Ojibbeways; and, to a gentleman of so much worth to science, as
well as for his amiable and gentle disposition, I felt bound to lend my
best efforts in gaining for him the privilege. I had much difficulty to
overcome their superstitions; but, by assuring them that they were to
be done as a present to me, and by their seeing the operation performed
on one of my men, I succeeded in gaining their consent, and they were
all taken with great success. They were a present to my collection;
and a copy of them in the noble collection of Mr. Bally will, I hope,
continue to be subjects of interest and value.

Kindnesses and attentions were now showering upon the Ojibbeways from
all directions in Manchester; and amongst them many kind invitations,
which it was impossible for them to comply with. They were invited to
visit the mills of various kinds; and, amongst those that they went to,
I must record a few words of the one they were most pleased with, and
which they will talk the longest about.

I had received an invitation to bring them to Stockport, to examine the
cotton-mill of Mr. Orrell, which is probably one of the finest in the
kingdom, and availed myself of his kindness, by making a visit to it
with them. With his customary politeness, he showed us through it, and
explained it in all its parts, so that the Indians, as well as myself,
were able to appreciate its magnitude and its ingenious construction.

Upon this giant machine the Indians looked in perfect amazement;
though it is a studied part of their earliest education not to exhibit
surprise or emotion at anything, however mysterious or incomprehensible
it may be. There was enough, however, in the symmetry of this wonderful
construction, when in full operation, to overcome the rules of any
education that would subdue the natural impulses of astonishment and
admiration. They made no remarks, nor did they ask any questions, but
listened closely to all the explanations; and, in their conversations
for weeks afterwards, admitted their bewildering astonishment at so
wonderful a work of human invention.

After viewing, in all its parts, this stupendous work, we were shown
through the not less ingenious bleaching-mills of Mr. Hollins; and
then, in the kindest manner, conducted under his hospitable roof,
where his charming lady and lovely little ones united in their efforts
to make us welcome and happy. The cloth was spread, and the luxuries of
their house all heaped upon the table,--the substantials of life, and
then its spices. It seemed cruel to see these poor fellows devouring
the one, and rejecting the other--denying and denied the luxuries
that _we_ could not refuse, when our friends proposed to drink to our
healths and our happiness. They were happy, however, and, good fellows,
enjoyed what they partook, and we returned, wishing our kind-hearted
friends, Mr. Hollins and his lady, many, many happy days.




                              CHAPTER XII.

  Indians on the housetops--Great alarm--Curious excitement--People
      proposing to "take them" with ropes--Railway to London--The
      "Iron-horse"--"The Iron-horse (locomotive) stops to
      drink"--Arrive in London--Alarm of the landlady--Visit from the
      Hon. Mr. Murray--Interview with His Royal Highness the Duke of
      Cambridge--Old Chief's speech--War-dance--The Duke gives them
      ten sovereigns and ten pounds of tobacco--Indians ride about the
      city in an "omnibus and four"--Remarks on what they saw--The
      smoke--"Prairies on fire"--Lascars sweeping the streets--Visit
      from the Reverend Mr. S.--Impatience to see the Queen--Great
      medicine-feast to gain Her Majesty's consent--Curious
      ceremony--Hon. Mr. Murray's letter comes in--The Queen's
      appointment to see them--Great rejoicing.


On our return from Stockport we found two reverend gentlemen, who
had been waiting nearly all day for an interview with the Indians
(which had been appointed, but forgotten), to talk upon the subject of
religion. They had come several miles, and seemed somewhat vexed, as
night was near approaching, and the old chief told them that they were
going to London in a few days, and should be very busy in the meantime;
and again, that they were expecting to see the Queen, and would rather
wait until after they had seen her Majesty. They had learned, also,
that London was the _great city_ of England, and thought that anything
of that kind had better be deferred until they were in London, and the
subject was therefore postponed.

The exhibitions at night were progressing much as I have above
described--the hall invariably full, and the Indians, as well as the
public, had their own amusement in the room, and also amusing themes
for conversation after retiring to their own quarters.

In the midst of our success and of their amusement and enjoyment, an
occurrence took place that was near getting us into difficulty, as it
raised a great excitement in the neighbourhood and no little alarm to
many old women and little children.

As I was leaving my exhibition-rooms one morning, I met, to my great
surprise, an immense crowd of people assembled in front, and the
streets almost completely barricaded with the numbers that were rapidly
gathering, and all eyes elevated towards the roof of my building. I
asked the first person I met what was the matter?--supposing that the
house was on fire--to which he replied, "I believes, sir, that the
Hob-jib-be-ways has got loose; I knows that some on em is hout, for I
seed one on em runnin hover the tops of the ouses, and they'l ave a ard
matter to catch em, hin my hopinion, sir."

It seems that the poor fellows had found a passage leading from their
rooms out upon the roof of the house, and that, while several of them
had been strolling out there for fresh air, and taking a look over the
town, a crowd had gathered in the street to look at them, and amongst
the most ignorant of that crowd the rumour had become current that they
"had broke loose, and people were engaged in endeavouring to take them."

I started back to my room as fast as I could, and to the top of
the house, to call them down, and stop the gathering that was in
rapid progress in the streets. When I got on the roof, I was as
much surprised at the numbers of people assembled on the tops of
the adjoining houses, as I had been at the numbers assembled in the
streets. The report was there also current, and general, that they had
"broke out," and great preparations were being made on the adjoining
roofs, with ropes and poles, &c., to "take them," if possible, before
any harm could be done. About the time I had got amongst them, and
was inviting them down, several of the police made their appearance
by my side, and ordered them immediately into their room, and told
me that in the excited state of the town, with their mills all out,
such a thing was endangering the peace; for it brought a mob of many
thousands together, which would be sure not to disperse without doing
some mischief. I was ordered by the police to keep them thereafter in
the rooms, and not to allow them to show themselves at the windows,
so great were their fears of a riot in the streets, if there was the
least thing to set it in motion. As an evidence of the necessity of
such rigour, this affair of about fifteen minutes' standing had already
brought ten or fifteen thousand people together, and a large body of
the police had been ordered on to the ground, having the greatest
difficulty during the day to get rid of the crowd.

Mr. Rankin, about this time, was getting alarming apprehensions that
our delay in Manchester was calculated to affect our prospect of going
before the Queen, and at his urgent request I announced our last night
in Manchester, after an exhibition of ten days. On the last night,
as on each of the preceding ones, the room was quite full, and even
so many were necessarily forbidden entrance, that they began a most
ruinous warfare on the door from the outside, and to such a degree,
that I was obliged to put the entrance to my premises in charge of
the police, for protection. We were now prepared to move off to the
metropolis, and I showed to Mr. Rankin, by his share of the profits of
ten days, that he had already received more than he would have got in
two months by the plan he had proposed, to hire the party to me for
100_l._ per month.

This seemed to please him very much, and we moved off pleasantly on
our way to London, leaving the ungratified curiosity that remained in
Manchester until a future occasion, when we might return again.

For our passage to London we had chartered a second-class carriage to
ourselves, and in it had a great deal of amusement and merriment on
the way. The novelty of the mode of travelling and the rapidity at
which we were going raised the spirits of the Indians to a high degree,
and they sang their favourite songs, and even gave their dances, as
they passed along. Their curiosity had been excited to know how the
train was propelled or drawn, and at the first station I stepped out
with them, and forward to the locomotive, where I explained the power
which pulled us along. They at once instituted for the engine, the
appellation of the "Iron-horse;" and, at our next stopping-place, which
was one where the engine was taking in water, they all leaped out "_to
see the Iron-horse drink_."

Their songs and yells set at least a thousand dogs barking and howling
on the way, and as we came under the station at Birmingham, called up
a fat old gentleman, who opened our door and very knowingly exclaimed,
"What the devil have you got here? some more of them damned grisly
bears, have you?" He was soon merged in the crowd that gathered
around us, and, with doors closed, the Indians sat out patiently the
interval, until we were under weigh again. Arrived at the Euston
station, in London, an omnibus conveyed them suddenly to apartments
in George-street, which had been prepared for them. They were highly
excited when they entered their rooms, talking about the Queen, whom
they believed had just passed in her carriage, from seeing two footmen
with gold-laced hats and red breeches and white stockings, standing up
and riding on a carriage behind, with large gold-headed canes in their
hands: it proved, however, to have been the carriage of Lady S----n,
familiarly known in that neighbourhood; and the poor fellows seemed
wofully disappointed at this information.

The good landlady, who took a glance of them as they came in, was
becoming alarmed at the bargain she had made for the rooms, and came
to Mr. Rankin, expressing her fears that the arrangement would never
answer for her, as "she did not expect such wild, black-looking savages
from the Indies." Mr. Rankin assured her that they were quite harmless,
and much more of gentlemen than many white men she might get in her
house, and he would be responsible for all damage that they would ever
do to her property, even if she left the whole of it unsecured by
lock and key. So she said she would venture to try them for a week,
and see how they behaved. They were now in the midst of the great city
of London, which they had been so anxious to see; and, upon putting
their heads out of the windows to take a first peep, the smoke was so
dense that they could see but a few rods, when they declared that the
"prairies must be on fire again."

Daniel was, at this time, remaining in Manchester to take down and
bring on my collection, which it was agreed should be re-opened in
London. I was busy effecting a new arrangement for the Egyptian Hall,
which I took for six months, and in a few days my collection was being
replaced upon its walls.

The first visitor who came to see the party, and to wish them success
in London, was my excellent friend the Hon. C. A. Murray, who was much
pleased with them, and learning their desire to gain an audience of
Her Majesty, he proposed, as the surest way to bring it about, that
his Royal Highness the Duke of Cambridge should have an interview with
them first, and then it would be easy to get Her Majesty to see them.
This plan was agreed to, and the next day Mr. Murray addressed me a
note, saying that the Duke would meet them the next morning in the
Queen's drawing-room, Hanover-square Concert-rooms. I immediately made
the arrangement with the proprietor of the rooms, and at the appointed
hour the next morning was there with them, and met His Royal Highness
the Duke of Cambridge, with the Hon. Mr. Murray and Baron Knesebeck, in
attendance. The Duke met them in the most familiar and cordial manner,
offering them his hand, and smoking the Indian pipe with them. He
conversed a great deal with them through their interpreter, Cadotte;
and, after closely examining their costumes, weapons, &c., took a
seat to see them dance. They amused him with the war-dance and the
_Wa-be-no_ dance, giving several songs and the war-whoop; after which
they seated themselves on the floor, and after a few minutes' rest,
having passed the pipe around, the old chief arose and said--

  "Father, we are glad to see you and to take your hand; we know that
  you are uncle to our _great mother_ the Queen, and we are happy to
  see you. ('_How, how, how!_') We thank the Great Spirit for this; he
  has kept us in good health and safe over the great salt lake, and
  His eye is on us now, we know, or we should not see our great father
  this day. We are poor, ignorant children, and yet we hope the Queen,
  your niece, will be willing to see us, when our hearts will be happy.
  ('_How, how, how!_')

  "Father, my years, you see, are nearly spent. I have carried my
  weapons and hunted for your enemies many years, and my warriors here
  have many wounds they received in fighting for the Sag-a-noshes.
  ('_How, how, how!_')

  "I have no more words to say at present. ('_How, how, how!_')"

His Royal Highness graciously received the old Chief's speech, and then
examined the wounds pointed out on the body of the War Chief; after
which he replied to the old man--

  "My friends, I meet you here to-day with great pleasure, and I
  thank the Great Spirit also, that He has guarded you and kept you
  safe over the ocean. I hope your visit to England may be pleasant
  and profitable to you, and that you may all get back safe to your
  children. ('_How, how, how!_')

  "My friends, I will make known your wishes to the Queen, and I think
  you will see her. ('_How, how, how!_')"

The Duke most kindly took leave of them, presenting to the old chief
ten sovereigns, which he divided equally among the number, and sent
them on the following day ten pounds of the choicest smoking tobacco.
On leaving the Rooms he also thanked me for the treat I had afforded
him, and said, "Oh, the good fellows! yes, the Queen will see them."

The announcement of the arrival of the Ojibbeways which had been made
in the public papers, and the notice also of their interview with the
Duke of Cambridge, were now gaining them a notoriety with the public;
and amongst my personal friends, was announcing that I had returned to
London, which altogether brought me a flood of applicants for private
interviews with them. We had resolved not to make any exhibition
of their modes to the public, until after they had seen the Queen,
and the month that we remained idle, and waiting for her Majesty's
command, was rendered tedious and troublesome from the above causes.
We were daily and hourly importuned for permissions to see them, which
were in part granted, until it became quite necessary that I should
absent myself from them, leaving instructions at the door that no
communication could be had with them at present. Mr. Rankin during this
time stayed constantly with them, and I occasionally spent an evening
of gossip and smoked a pipe with them. We made use of most of the time
in endeavouring to show them as much of the great city as possible,
driving them out in a bus during the day, and several times taking them
into the country to spend a day running over the fields for the benefit
of their health.

After one of their first drives about the City, when they had been
passed through Regent Street, the Strand, Cheapside, Oxford Street
and Holborn, I spent the evening in a talk with them in their rooms,
and was exceedingly amused with the shrewdness of their remarks upon
what they had seen. They had considered the "prairies still on fire,"
from the quantity of smoke they met; one of the women had undertaken
to count the number of carriages they passed, but was obliged to give
it up; "saw a great many fine houses, but nobody in the windows: saw
many men with a large board on the back, and another on the breast,
walking in the street--supposed it was some kind of punishment; saw men
carrying bags of coal, their hats on wrong side before; saw fine ladies
and gentlemen riding in the middle of the streets in carriages, but
a great many poor and ragged people on the sides of the roads; saw a
great many men and women drinking in shops where they saw great barrels
and hogsheads; saw several drunk in the streets. They had passed two
_Indians_ in the street with brooms, sweeping away the mud; they saw
them hold out their hands to people going by, as if they were begging
for money: they saw many other poor people begging, some with brooms
in their hands and others with little babies in their arms, who looked
as if they were hungry for food to eat." They had much to say about the
two Indians they had passed. "It could not be that white people would
dress and paint themselves like Indians in order to beg money, and
they could not see how Indians would consent to stand in the streets
and sweep the mud away in order to beg for money." They appealed to me
to know whether they were really Indians, and I said "Yes; they are
natives from the East Indies, called Lascars. They are naturally, most
probably like yourselves, too proud to work or to beg; but they have
been left by some cruel fate, to earn their living in the streets of
London, or to starve to death, and, poor fellows, they have preferred
begging to starvation." The Indians seemed much affected by the
degradation that these poor fellows were driven to, and resolved that
they would carry some money with them when they went out, to throw to
them.

I had about this time several communications from the Reverend Mr.
S----, who was desirous, if possible, to have an interview with the
Indians for the purpose of learning from them what notions they had of
religion, if any; and to endeavour to open their minds to a knowledge
of the Christian religion, which it was the wish of himself and many
others of his friends to teach to them for their eternal welfare. I
at once wrote to those reverend gentlemen and assured them that their
kind endeavours would be aided in every possible way by Mr. Rankin and
myself; and I appointed an hour at once, when they could converse with
the Indians on the subject. Their visit was made at the hour appointed,
and the conversation was held in my presence. The reverend gentlemen
most kindly and humanely greeted the Indians on their safe arrival
in this country, where they were glad to meet them as brothers. They
called upon them not in any way to interfere with their amusements
or objects for which they had come to England, but to wish them all
success, and at the same time to learn from them whether as poor
children of the forests they had been kept in the dark, and out of the
light of the true Christian religion, which it was their desire to make
known to their minds. The old chief had lit his pipe in the meantime,
and having taken a few moments to smoke it out, after the reverend
gentleman had stopped, said (without rising up to speak) that he was
much pleased to see them, and shake hands with them, for he knew their
views were good and friendly. He said that they had heard something
about the white man's religion in the wilderness where he lived, but
they had thought it too difficult for them to understand. He said he
was much obliged to them for offering to explain it at this time, but
that they would take a little time to think of it first; and as they
had not yet seen the Queen, they thought it best to do no more about it
at present.

Poor fellows, they were daily asking for reports from the Palace,
becoming impatient for the permission to see her Majesty. They had
waited so long that they were beginning to think that their application
had failed, and they were becoming dispirited and desponding.

I said to them one morning, "Now, my good fellows, don't despair--you
have not tried what you can do yourselves yet; in your own country,
if you wish it to rain, you have _Rain-makers_ who can make it rain;
if you wish it to stop raining, you have _Rain-stoppers_, who cook
up a grand medicine feast and cause it to stop raining. If buffalos
are scarce, your medicine-men can make them come: why not 'put on the
Big Kettle,' and see what you can do in the present dilemma?--You
have your _Medicine-man_ with you, and your _Medicine-drum_ and your
_Shi-she-quoi_ (mystery rattle); you are all prepared; go to work--you
will certainly do no harm, and I fully believe you will bring it about."

As I was leaving the room their interpreter overtook me, and said that
the medicine man wanted the money to buy five fat ducks--that they had
resolved on having a _medicine feast_ that afternoon, and that they
would expect me to be of the party to partake of it.

I came in at the hour appointed, and found them all with their
faces painted black on one side and red on the other (their mode of
ornamenting when they supplicate the Great or other Spirit for any gift
or favour), and prepared to take their seats at the feast, which was
then smoking, on the floor in the adjoining room. Buffalo robes were
spread upon the floor, on which we were seated, when the following
dialogue took place between their kind (and now no longer terrified)
landlady and the interpreter Cadotte:--"Why," said she (as she was
completing the last arrangement for our feast upon the floor), "you
have left no room for the women, poor things." "Women!" said Cadotte,
"why, do you suppose that women can eat at a _medicine feast_?" "Why
not?" said the landlady, "are they not as good as the men? They are
a nice set of women, and that little girl is a dear little creature.
I cooked the ducks as much for them as I did for you, and I think it
would be cruel not to invite them to eat with you; you are no better
now than you were this morning; they ate with you then. If I had known
this, I would have kept one of the ducks for them." "Devil a bit!" said
Cadotte, "do you know what _medicine_ is?" "No, I don't suppose I do;
but there are the three women all crying now in the other room, poor
creatures." "And there they are _obliged_ to cry while we are in a
_medicine feast_, or we have no luck." "Oh, dear me, what a strange set
of beings!" said the old lady, as she returned to the kitchen, "I won't
interfere with them; they must take their own way."

With closed doors we went through all the peculiar solemnities of this
feast; and, having devoured all the ducks, leaving "none for the poor
women," the medicine man took about a quarter of an hour to recite a
sort of prayer or thanks to the Great Spirit, which, from the extreme
rapidity with which he repeated it, I supposed to be some established
form peculiar to such occasions. After this, and while the last pipe
was passing around, my man Daniel (in pursuance of my previous
instructions) entered the room, and delivered to me a large letter,
which he said he thought was from Mr. Murray, as it had the household
stamp upon it. The most impatient excitement prevailed until I broke
the seal and read as follows:--

                                   "Buckingham Palace, Thursday morning.

  "Dear Sir,--I have great pleasure in informing you that Her Majesty
  has expressed a desire to see the party of Ojibbeway Indians; and has
  appointed Thursday next, at two o'clock, as the hour when she will
  receive you with the party, in the Waterloo Gallery, Windsor Castle.
  I pray that you will be punctual at the hour, and I will meet you at
  the threshold, rendering all the facilities that may be in my power.

                                     "Yours, sincerely,
                                        "C. A. MURRAY,
                                "_Master of H. M. Household._
  "_To Geo. Catlin, Esq._"

The reader can readily imagine what was the _pleasure_ of these poor
people when they heard this letter read; but it would be difficult to
know what were their feelings of _surprise_, that the efficacy of their
_medicine_ should have brought it in at that opportune moment. The
reader will also suppose, what their superstition prevented them from
ever imagining, that this letter was in my pocket several hours before
the ducks were bought, and therefore cost me about twenty shillings.

A pipe was here lit by the old chief, and passed around, and smoked to
the kind _Spirit_ they had successfully invoked, and with it all the
anxieties of this day passed away.




                             CHAPTER XIII.

  Preparations for visiting the Queen--Amusing interview with
      Sykes, the porter--Mistaken by the old Chief for Prince
      Albert--Meet the Hon. Mr. Murray--The waiting-room--The
      Author conducts the party before Her Majesty and the Prince
      in the Waterloo Gallery--Their reception--Introductions and
      conversations--Indians give the war-dance--A smoke--The
      old Chief's speech to the Queen--Pipe-dance--Her Majesty
      and the Prince retire--Indians at a feast in the
      waiting-room--Drinking the Queen's health in Champagne--Indians
      call it "_Chickabobboo_"--Story of _Chickabobboo_, and great
      amusement--Indians return to London--Evening-gossip about
      the Queen and her _Chickabobboo_--First evening of the
      Indians in Egyptian Hall--Great excitement--Alarm--Tremendous
      applause--Old Chief's speech--Hon. Mr. Murray's letter
      to the old Chief, enclosing £20 from the Queen and other
      presents--Speech of the War-chief--Pipe-dance--Shaking
      hands--Curious questions by the audience--Ale allowed to the
      Indians at dinner and after supper--Their rejoicing--They call
      it _Chickabobboo_.


A new chapter commenced here with the Indians, as it commences with
my book. All "omnibus drives" were postponed for the present; all
communications with the world entirely interdicted; and all was bustle
and preparation for the grand event which was to "cap the climax"
of their highest ambition--the point to which they had looked ever
since they had started, and beyond which, it is not probable, their
contemplations had as yet visibly painted anything.

Colours, and ribbons, and beads, of the richest hues, were called for,
and procured from various parts of the city; and both night and day,
all, men and women, were constantly engaged in adding brilliancy and
richness of colour to their costumes.

The old chief was painting the stem of his pipe of peace (or calumet)
sky-blue, emblematical of the feelings they carried in their breasts;
and decorating it also with blue and red ribbons, as a suitable gift
to royalty. The little girl, _Nib-nab-e-qua_, was crying, as she
embroidered with red and white porcupine-quills, fearing that her new
mocassins would not look so brilliant as she had sometimes made them.
Her mother was arranging black mourning plumes in the cradle in which
her infant had died, and which, by the custom of the country, she was
obliged yet to carry on her back. The War-chief was repainting his
shield, and arranging his scalps on a little hoop, to give proper
effect to the scalp-dance. The _Medicine-man_ was preparing his
_wa-be-no_ drum. _Gish-ee-gosh-ee-gee_ was stringing beads with his
wife; and _Sah-mah_ was brightening his tomahawk and his scalping-knife
for a glittering effect in the war-dance. Cadotte, during this time,
was parading before the mirror, examining, arranging, and rearranging
the ostrich-plumes in his cap, and the fit of a laced frock he had just
had made; and (I had almost forgotten myself) I was anxiously awaiting
the arrival of a new coat I had ordered at my tailor's for the occasion.

On the morning appointed, all were satisfactorily prepared, and, being
seated in an omnibus posted with four horses, we were on our way, and
soon after that arrived at the gates of Windsor Castle. Descending from
the carriage, the poor old chief, whose eyes were getting a little dim
with age, was completely nonplused at beholding the magnificent figure
(in scarlet and gold lace and powdered wig) of (his apparent Majesty)
Sykes, the well-known porter of the palace, who had him by the elbow,
and was conducting him and his heavy paraphernalia towards the door.
The good old chief turned round and gave him his hand, not knowing as
yet what to say, as they had none of them contemplated anything so
brilliant and dazzling, short of Majesty itself. He was at this moment,
however, saved from committing himself or bestowing his pipe of peace
by the sudden approach of several others of the household in liveries
equally splendid, who conducted us into the hall, at which moment we
met our friend the Honourable Mr. Murray, whom we followed to the
waiting-room adjoining to the Waterloo Gallery, in which our reception
was to take place. Here we were seated, and awaited the anxious moment
when it was to be announced that her Majesty was ready to see us.

The Indians were here parading before the large and splendid mirrors
and adjusting their feathers and ornaments, and suggesting many
surmises about the long table which was dressed out in the room where
we were, and which they supposed was the place where the Queen and
all her officers about her took their dinners. This, as the sequel
will show, was a very great error, as it was preparing for another and
entirely different purpose.

After waiting half an hour or so, an officer in full dress came into
the room and informed us that the Queen was in the adjoining room,
and ready to receive us, and showed us the way. There was a moment of
jingling and rattling of trinkets as the Indians were throwing on their
robes and gathering up their weapons; and when they responded to my
question "if they were all ready?"--by their "_how! how! how!_" I led
the way, and they followed into the Waterloo Gallery. They were now all
at full length before her Majesty and the Prince, who most graciously
received them. (_Plate No. 5._) The Queen arose from a sofa in the
middle of the room, having her Majesty the Queen Dowager and H. R. H.
the Duchess of Kent by her side; and advancing towards the Indians, was
joined by H. R. H. Prince Albert and the Hon. Mr. Murray. Her Majesty
desired that the interpreter and myself should advance nearer to her,
and at her request I introduced each individually by their appropriate
names, explaining their costumes, weapons, &c. Her Majesty beckoned the
little girl up to her, and held her some time by both hands, evidently
much pleased with her appearance, and also the woman with the cradle
on her back, in whom she seemed to take much interest. She asked many
questions, as well as the Prince, relative to their costumes, modes,
&c., and they then took their seats on the sofa to witness the
dances which the Indians had come prepared to give.

[Illustration: N^o. 5.]

The Indians were at this time seated in a circle on the floor, when
the _Medicine-man_ gradually commenced tapping on his drum and singing
in a low tone. In a few moments the house jarred with the leap of the
War-chief, who was upon his feet, and after him all the party, in the
din of the war-dance. (_Plate No. 6._)

This dance finished, they were again seated on the floor, when the old
chief, seventy-five years of age, having lighted his pipe and passed it
around, arose and made the following address to her Majesty:--[7]

  "Great Mother--I have been very sorrowful since I left my home, but
  the Great Spirit has brought us all safe over the great waters, and
  my heart will now be glad that we can see your face. We are now happy.

  "These are all the words I have to say. My words are few, for I am
  not very well to-day. The other chief will tell you what I intended
  to say."

 [7] The poor old chief met with a sudden embarrassment at this
     moment that he had not thought of, and was not prepared
     consequently to know how to proceed. He had, according to the
     custom of his country, prepared and brought with him a beautiful
     calumet or pipe of peace to present, and on rising to make his
     speech (the moment when it is customary to present it) it for
     the first time occurred to him that he was about to present it
     to a woman, the impropriety of which was evident to him. He
     thought of the Prince, but as the pipe of peace can only be
     given to the highest in power, he had another misgiving; and,
     unlike to orators in the Indian countries, continued to hold it
     in his hand while he was speaking, and brought it away with him.

The War-chief then rose, and in a very energetic manner made the
following speech, which was also literally interpreted to her Majesty:--

  "Great Mother--The Great Spirit has been kind to us, your children,
  in protecting us on our long journey here. And we are now happy that
  we are allowed to see your face. It makes our hearts glad to see
  the faces of so many Saganoshes (English) in this country, and all
  wearing such pleasant looks. We think the people here must be very
  happy.

  "Mother--We have been often told that there was a great fire in this
  country--that its light shone across the great water; and we see now
  where this great light arises. We believe that it shines from this
  great wigwam to all the world.

  "Mother--We have seen many strange things since we came to this
  country. We see that your wigwams are large, and the light that is in
  them is bright. Our wigwams are small, and our light is not strong.
  We are not rich, but yet we have plenty of food to eat.

  "Mother--Myself and my friends here are your friends--your children.
  We have used our weapons against your enemies. And for many years we
  have received liberal presents from this country, which have made us
  quite happy and comfortable in our wigwams.

  "Mother--The chief who has just spoken, and myself, have fought and
  bled by the side of the greatest warrior who ever lived--Tecumseh.

  "Mother--Our hearts are glad at what we have this day seen--that we
  have been allowed to see your face. And when we get home our words
  will be listened to in the councils of our nation.

  "This is all I have to say."

After his speech the War-chief resumed his seat upon the floor; and as
her Majesty could not be supposed to reply to his speech, she called
upon the Prince, who thanked them for the amusement they had afforded
her Majesty, who felt a deep interest in their welfare, and thankful to
the old chief for the noble and religious sentiments expressed in his
remarks.

After this the Indians rose and gave their favourite, the PIPE
DANCE, which seemed to afford much amusement to the Royal party.
The Queen and the Prince then graciously bowed and took leave, thanking
them, through the interpreter, for the amusement they had afforded
them. The Indians at the same moment shouldered their robes and
retired, sounding their war-whoop to the amusement of the servants of
the household, who had assembled to the amount of some hundreds in the
galleries of the hall.

 [Illustration: N^o. 6.]

They were now in the waiting-room again, where, to their surprise
(and no little satisfaction), they found that the table they had seen
so splendidly arranged was intended for their own entertainment, and
was now ready for the "set-to." Mr. Murray announced it as ready, and
we all went to work. Mr. Rankin, who had been seated in the gallery
during the presentation, having joined the party, had now taken
his seat with them at the table. With his usual kindness, Mr. Murray
insisted on carving the roast-beef and helping them around, and next in
drinking the Queen's health, which is customary at all public dinners.
For this the first bottle of champagne was opened; and when the cork
flew and the wine was pouring into glasses, the Indians pronounced
the word "_Chick-a-bob-boo!_" and had a great laugh. A foaming glass
of it was set before each Indian; and when it was proposed to drink
to Her Majesty's health, they all refused. I explained to Mr. Murray
the promise they were under to drink no spirituous liquor while in the
kingdom. Mr. Murray applauded their noble resolution, but said at the
same time that this was not _spirituous liquor_--it was a light wine,
and could not hurt them; and it would be the only time they could
ever drink to Her Majesty so properly, and Her Majesty's health could
not be refused by Her Majesty's subjects. When again urged they still
refused, saying "We no drink--can't drink." They seemed however to be
referring it to me, as all eyes were alternately upon me and upon their
glasses, when I said to them--"Yes, my good fellows, drink; it will
not hurt you. The promise you have made to Mr. Rankin and myself will
not be broken--it did not contemplate a case like this, where it is
necessary to drink the Queen's health. And again, this is _champagne_,
and not _spirituous liquor_, which you have solemnly promised to
avoid."--"_How! how! how!_" they all responded, and with great delight
all joined in "health to the Queen!" And as each glass was emptied
to the bottom, they smacked their lips, again pronouncing the word
"_Chick-a-bob-boo! Chick-a-bob-boo!_" with a roar of laughter among
themselves.

Mr. Murray and I becoming anxious to know the meaning of
_chick-a-bob-boo_, it was agreed that the War-chief (who had a dry but
amusing way of relating an anecdote) should give us the etymology of
the word _chick-a-bob-boo_, which they said was manufactured but a few
years since in their country. The old Boy-chief, who was not a stranger
to _chick-a-bob-boo_, nor to good jokes, said that the "War-chief
couldn't tell a story well unless his lips were kept moist;" and he
proposed that we should drink Mr. Murray's health before he commenced.
So the champagne was poured again, and, the Hon. Mr. Murray's health
being drank, the War-chief proceeded by saying--that "Only a few years
since, when the white men were bringing so much rum and whiskey into
the little village where he lives, that it was making them all sick,
and killing a great many, the chiefs decided in council that they would
tomahawk every keg of whiskey the white men should bring in; and it had
the effect of keeping them away, and their people, who had been drunk
and sick, were getting well.

"Not long after that," continued he, "a little old man with red hair,
who used to bring us bags of apples, got in the way of bringing in one
end of his bag a great many bottles filled with something that looked
much like whiskey, but which, when we smelled it, and tasted it, we
found was not _fire-water_, and it was much liked by the chiefs and
all; for they found, he said, it was good, and would not make Indians
drunk. He sold much of this to the Indians, and came very often; and
when he had carried it a great way on his horse, and in the sun, it
sometimes became very impatient to get out of the bottles; and it
was very amusing to see the little old man turn a crooked wire into
the bottle to pull out the stopper, when one was holding a cup ready
to catch it. As he would twist the wire in, it would go _chee--e--_;
and when he poured it out, it would say, _pop-poo, pop-poo_.[8] This
amused the women and children very much, and they called it at first
_chee-pop-poo_, and since, _chick-a-bob-boo_. And this the old man with
red hair told us at last was nothing but the juice of apples, though we
found it very good; and yet it has made some very drunk."

 [8] This word must be _whispered_, as the War-chief gave it, and not
     _spoken_, to be appreciated--after the mode of Indians in their
     imitations, or exclamations of surprise.

This story of the War-chief amused Mr. Murray very much, and he ordered
one of the waiters to "twist the crooked wire" into the neck of another
bottle or two of the _chick-a-bob-boo_ and "pull out the little
stoppers," for he was going to propose that we all drink to the health
of Prince Albert, who could never be neglected when her Majesty's
health was drunk. This was done with enthusiasm; and the old chief
soon proposed to drink Mr. Rankin's health, and my health, which were
attended to; and he at length thought of the fat porter in scarlet and
gold lace, whom he had passed at the door, and who at this moment, with
several others in gold lace and powdered hair, were gathering around
the table to take a glass or two of _chick-a-bob-boo_ with them. This
happened at a good time, and Mr. Rankin commenced the anecdote of the
old chief having mistaken the porter Sykes for Prince Albert just as
Mr. Murray and I withdrew from the room to proceed to town.

I visited the Indians in their rooms that evening, and found them in
good spirits, having been well pleased by her Majesty's kind reception,
and also delighted with the _chick-a-bob-boo_, and the liberal
construction that had been put upon their sacred engagement "not to
drink spirituous liquors." Mr. Rankin gave me an amusing account of the
old chief's second interview with the porter Sykes, and their manner
of taking leave when they were parting to meet no more. "Their pipes,"
he said, "were lit when they took their omnibus to return, and their
joyful songs and choruses made it a _travelling music-box_ the whole
way to town."

I had come upon them at the moment when they were taking their
coffee--a habit they had got into as one of the last things before
going to bed. When they finished their coffee they lit the pipe, and
there were many comments from different parts of the room upon what
they had seen during the day. The Queen was of course the engrossing
theme for their thoughts and their remarks; and though so well pleased
with her kindness to them, they were evidently disappointed in her
personal appearance and dress. Her Majesty was attired in a simple and
unadorned dress of black, and wore apparently no ornaments whatever
at the time of their presentation, affording the poor fellows nothing
either in her stature or costume to answer to the fancied figure of
majesty which they had naturally formed in their minds, and were
convinced they were going to see. They had, on first entering the
room, taken the Duchess of Kent for the Queen, and said they were not
apprised of their error until they heard me address the Queen as "Her
Majesty."

They were advancing many curious ideas (over the pipe) as to the
government of the greatest and richest country in the world being in
the hands of a woman, and she no larger than many of the Indian girls
at the age of twelve or thirteen years. I explained to them the manner
in which she was entitled to the crown, and also how little a king or
queen has actually to do in the government of such a country; that it
is chiefly done by her ministers, who are always about her, and men
of the greatest talents, and able to advise her. And the old chief,
who had been listening attentively to me, as he was puffing away at
his pipe, said, he was inclined to think it was the best thing for the
country. "I am not sure," said he, "but it is the safest way; for if
this country had a king instead of a queen, he might be ambitious as a
great warrior, and lead the country into war with other nations: now,
under her government there is peace, and the country is happy."

Many jokes were passed upon the old chief for having mistaken the
porter Sykes for Prince Albert, and for having brought his pipe of
peace back, having been afraid to present it. They had many remarks
to make also upon the little girl whom her Majesty took by the hand;
they told her she turned pale, and they were afraid she would grow up
a white woman. They now, for the first time, thought of the Queen's
little children, and wondered they had not seen them: they thought they
ought, at least, to have seen the Prince of Wales. Daniel, they said,
had long since told them how old he was, and that he was to be the
next king of England. He had also read to them his long names, which
had pleased them very much, which they never could recollect, but would
have written down.

The conversation again, and for some time, ran upon the deliciousness
of her Majesty's chickabobboo, and also upon the presents which they
had imagined would have been made to them, and which I assured them
they might feel quite easy about, as they would come in due time
according to the custom. So were they whiling away the evening of this
memorable day, and I left them.

The grand point having been made, their visit to the Queen, the Indians
seemed in good spirits to meet the greetings of the public, amongst
whom the daily paragraphs in the papers, and their occasional drives
through the streets, had excited the most intense curiosity. The place
for their operations was prepared for them in the Egyptian Hall; and
in the midst of my Indian collection, as in Manchester, a platform was
erected on which their dances and other amusements were to be given.

Having been without any exciting occupation for more than a month, in
daily anticipation of their visit to the Queen, the Indians had become,
as well as the public, impatient for the opening of their exhibition,
which seemed requisite for their amusement as well as necessary for
their accustomed bodily exercise.

Their first evening's amusements being announced, the large room of the
Egyptian Hall was filled at an early hour, and the Indians received
with a roar of applause as they entered and advanced upon the platform.
I came on by their side, and after they had seated themselves upon the
platform, entered upon my duty, that of explaining to the audience
who these people were, whence they came, and what were their objects
in visiting this country. I also introduced each one personally by
his name, to the audience, and briefly described their costumes,
weapons, &c., and they were then left to commence as they chose, with
their dances and other amusements. Indian looks and Indian costumes,
&c., were supposed to have been pretty well understood before this,
by most of the audience, who had studied them at their leisure in my
rooms on former occasions; but Indian dances and Indian yells, and the
war-whoop, had been from necessity postponed and unappreciated until
the present moment, when the sudden yell and scream of the whole party
(as they sprang upon their feet) announced the war-dance as having
commenced. The drum was beating, rattles were shaking, war-clubs and
tomahawks and spears were brandishing over their heads, and all their
voices were shouting (in time with the beat of the drum and the stamps
of their feet) the frightful war-song!

With the exception of some two or three women (whose nerves were not
quite firm enough for these excitements, and who screamed quite as
loud as the Indians did, as they were making a rush for the door) the
audience stood amazed and delighted with the wildness and newness of
the scene that was passing before them; and, at the close of the dance,
united in a round of applause, which seemed to please the Indians as
much as seeing the Queen.

Like all actors, they were vain of their appearance, and proud of
applause, and (rather luckily for them, and unlike the painful
excitements that fall to the lot of most actors' lives) they were sure
of the applause which sympathy brings, and exempt from that censure
which often falls heavily upon those whose acting the audience is able
to criticise.

According to their custom, after the war-dance was finished, the
Indians seated themselves upon the platform and lit their long pipe,
which they were almost constantly smoking. This pipe was filled with
their own native tobacco (k'nick-k'neck), and passed around from one
to the other for a few whiffs, according to the usage of all the
American tribes. I took this opportunity of explaining to the audience
the meaning of the war-dance, the war-whoop, &c., and whilst I was up,
was so overwhelmed with questions (all of which I felt disposed to
answer) that I found it exceedingly difficult to sit down again. These
questions were put for the purpose of gaining information which it was
my wish to give; and having patiently answered a number of them, I
stated to the audience that I believed the explanations I should throw
out in the course of the evening in my own way, would answer nearly
every question that they would be disposed to put, and I begged they
would allow me as much time and opportunity to give them as possible.
This was responded to by acclamation all around the room, and the
exhibition proceeded by the Indians wishing me to announce that they
were to give the _wa-be-no_ (or mystery) dance. This eccentric and
droll dance caused much merriment among the audience, and gained them
hearty applause again; after which, they being seated as usual, with
the pipe passing around, I proceeded with my explanation, which done,
I was requested by the interpreter to announce that the old chief had
something which he wished to say to the audience, and was going to make
a speech. There was a great expression of satisfaction at this, evinced
among the crowd, which seemed to give fire to the eye, and youth to the
visage of the old man as he rose and said,--

  "My friends--It makes our hearts glad when we hear your feet stamp
  upon the floor, for we know then that you are pleased, and not
  angry." (Great applause.)

The old man then straightened himself up in the attitude of an orator,
and, throwing his buffalo robe over his shoulder, and extending his
right arm over the heads of his audience, he proceeded:--

  "My friends and brothers--These young men and women and myself have
  come a great way to see you, and to see our GREAT MOTHER THE
  QUEEN. The Great Spirit has been kind to us, for we are all
  well, and we have seen her face. ('_How, how, how!_')

  "My friends--We know that the Saganoshes in our country all come from
  this place; they are our friends there, and we think they will not
  be our enemies here. ('_How, how, how!_' and immense applause, with
  'Hear, hear, hear,' from the audience.)

  "My friends--You see I am old, and my words are few; some of my
  younger men may talk longer than I can. I hope our noise is not too
  great. ('No, no,' from every part of the room: 'The more noise the
  better, my good fellows.')

  "Brothers--My young men will finish their dances in a little while,
  when we will be glad to give you our hands." ("_How, how, how!_"
  great applause, and "Hear, hear.")

The venerable old man then resumed his seat; and at that moment, as
the pipe was preparing, Daniel was making his way through the crowd,
with one hand raised above the heads of the audience, conveying a large
square letter, which he was endeavouring to hand to me. On opening the
letter and reading, I found it was from the Honourable Mr. Murray, and,
with permission of the audience, I read thus:--

  "Dear Sir,--I have great pleasure to inform you that I am instructed
  by Her Majesty to transmit to you the enclosed 20_l._ note to be
  given to the Ojibbeway chiefs; and also to say that Her Majesty
  has instructed me to order to be made, as soon as possible, an
  entire piece of plaid, of Her Majesty's colours, which is also to
  be presented to them in her name, as an evidence of Her Majesty's
  friendship for them, and solicitude for their welfare. I have
  transmitted the order for the plaid, and as soon as it can be
  prepared I shall send it to them.

                          "I have the honour to be,
                                      dear Sir, yours, &c. &c.
                                           "CHAS. AUG. MURRAY,
              "_Master of Her Majesty's Household, Buckingham Palace._

  "_To Geo. Catlin, Esq._"
 */

The reading of this letter called forth a round of applause, which the
Indians did not seem to understand until its contents were interpreted
to them by Cadotte, when they received the bank-note with a yell or
two, and then gathered around it to examine it, and to make out, if
they could, how it could be a present of 20_l._, or (in American
currency, which they were a little more familiar with) 100 dollars.
That they might better appreciate it, however, I sent Daniel to the
door with it, who in a few moments brought back twenty sovereigns,
which were placed in the chief's hand, and, being better understood,
were soon divided equally, and put into the pouches which were
attached to their belts.

The War-chief (who was not much of an orator, and always seemed
embarrassed when he spoke) then rose, and advanced to the front of the
platform to offer his acknowledgments. He held his long pipe to his
lips, and, drawing several deep breaths of smoke to his lungs, and
pouring it out through his nostrils, at length began:--

  "My friends--I can't speak--I never speak. (Great applause, and he
  smoked again.)

  "My friends--My heart and my tongue were never made to live together.
  (Roar of applause, and '_How, how, how!_') Our chief is old, and his
  words few: he has told you that the Great Spirit has been kind to us,
  and that we have seen the face of our Great Mother the Queen. We have
  all thanked the Great Spirit for this, and we all wish to thank our
  Great Mother now for the presents she has sent us. She is not here,
  and we can't thank her; but we see these presents pass through your
  hands, and we wish to thank you. ('_How, how, how!_' and 'Hear.')

  "Brothers--I have no more to say, but I shall be glad in a little
  time to offer you my hand." ("_How, how, how!_" and applause.)

The audience were now prepared, and the Indians also, for the
_pipe-dance_, one of the most spirited and picturesque of their dances,
and which they gave with great effect. It was then announced that the
Indians would seat themselves on the front of the platform, where
all the visitors who desired it might have an opportunity to advance
and shake hands with them. This afforded the visitors a gratifying
opportunity of getting nearer to them, and disposed many to be liberal
to them, who gave them money and trinkets to a considerable amount.

Thus passed their first night of exhibition in London. The audience
gradually drew off, and the Indians, at length seeing a space through
which they could pass, gathered up their weapons, &c., and retired to
their private rooms, leaving Daniel to answer to, and explain, all
the curious surmises and questions that had been raised in the minds
of the audience during the evening, and not explained; amongst whom
(he told me the next day) there were at least a dozen who wished to
know "in what way the Indians were _taken_--whether with a lasso or
in a sort of pit," as they had heard of their taking wild oxen, &c.
Half a dozen inquired what part of the Indies they were from; twenty
or more "whether Cooper's descriptions of the Red Indians were true;"
several "whether they eat the scalps;" and one desired to be informed
"if it was actually necessary to cross the ocean to get to America,
or whether it was not attached to the mainland." Several ladies were
waiting to inquire "whether the Indians actually had no beards;" and
a great number of women after these, some of whom lingered patiently
until all other questions had been answered, begged to know "whether
the interpreter and the handsome little fellow _Sah-mah_ were married."

Mr. Rankin and myself, as usual, went into the Indians' apartments to
smoke a pipe with them after the fatigues of the evening were over, and
we found the poor fellows in an unusually pleasant humour, counting
over and showing the money and trinkets which they had received from
the visitors, and also the money sent by the Queen, which, to be
divided more exactly _per capita_ (their mode of dividing presents),
they had got changed into silver.

Their high excitement and exhilaration convinced us that it was the
very sort of life they required to lead to secure their health; and
their remarks upon the incidents that had transpired in the room, as
well as things they discovered in the crowd, were exceedingly amusing
and caused them a great deal of merriment whilst they were repeating
them over. In the midst of all this they often uttered the exciting
word _Chickabobboo_; and it occurred to Mr. Rankin and myself as a
suitable occasion to explain to them that we had no objection to
their having each a glass of ale at their dinner, and also after the
exceeding fatigues of their dances at night. We told them "that, in
binding them in the promise they had made, and so far kept, it never
entered our heads that they were not to be allowed an occasional
glass of wine or ale--luxuries of which nearly all the good people
of England, ladies as well as gentlemen, and even divines, partook in
a moderate way. We believed that they would use as much discretion in
taking those things as English fashionable people did, and felt quite
sure they would keep their promise with us. I told them that this ale
which I had just mentioned was a very fine drink, and we thought that,
though it was not quite as good as the Queen's _chickabobboo_, yet they
would like it, and that a glass of it at dinner, and also after their
night's fatigues, would give them strength and be of service to them.
I told them also that we had just sent for a jug of it (at that moment
coming in), that they might try it, and see whether they liked it."
"_How, how, how!_" resounded through the whole house; and each, as he
emptied his glass, shouted "_Chickabobboo! chickabobboo! ne-she-sheen!
ne-she-sheen!_" (good, good). So we agreed that, if on the next
morning they should pronounce its effects to be pleasing, they should
be allowed a similar quantity every day at dinner, and also at night,
instead of the strong coffee they were accustomed to drink before going
to bed.

We then left them; and thus finished our first day's labours and
excitements at the Egyptian Hall.




                              CHAPTER XIV.

  Rev. Mr. S---- and friend visit the Indians again--A day appointed
      for a _talk_ about religion--Indians go to the Thames
      Tunnel--Give the medicine-dance (wabeno) under it--Kind
      treatment there, and _Chickabobboo_--The exhibition--Egyptian
      Hall--Debate about the propriety of the Indians dancing
      to make money--Great crowd--Woman screaming and lifted on
      to the platform by Cadotte (afterwards called the "_jolly
      fat_ dame")--She gives Cadotte a beautiful bracelet--Her
      admiration of Cadotte--Evening gossip after their
      exhibition--The amusements of the evening and sights of the
      day--A clergyman asks an interview with the Indians and gets
      offended--Exhibition rooms at night--Great crowd--The "jolly
      fat dame" in full dress--She talks with Cadotte--Indians meet
      the Rev. Mr. S---- and friend by appointment--Old Chief's
      speech to them--Gish-ee-gosh-e-ghee's speech--Reverend
      gentlemen thank them and take leave.


The morning after their first interview with the public at the Egyptian
Hall having been deemed a proper time for a visit to them, the Rev. Mr.
S---- and a friend called on me with a view to a further conversation
with them on the subject of religion, which had been postponed at
their request until after they had seen the Queen, which honour they
had now had. I spoke to the chiefs about it, and they said, "It is
very difficult now, for we have not time. Mr. Rankin has gone for the
carriage, and we are just going out to ride, but you can bring them in."

The old chief received them very kindly, and gave them seats, when the
Rev. Mr. S---- addressed them through the interpreter in the most kind
and winning manner. "My friends, I have been delighted to see by the
papers that your Great Mother the Queen has graciously received you
and made you some valuable presents; and I hope the time is come now
when your minds are at ease, and we can have some conversation on that
great and important subject that I proposed the other day."

The old man was at that moment painting his face with vermilion and
bear's grease, as he sat on the floor with a small looking-glass
between his knees, and the palms of both hands covered with his red
paint, which he was plastering over his face, and impressing on his
naked arms and shoulders. He was not in a condition or mood to make a
speech, or to hold a long talk; but he replied in a few words: "You
see, my friends, that it is impossible to talk long now, for my young
men, like myself, are all dressing and painting to take our ride,
which we take every morning at ten. We are going now to the show of
wild beasts, and we can't wait long; if we do, we may not see them."
The reverend gentleman very pleasantly and patiently said to him, that
he did not wish to take up any of their time when they had amusements
or exercise to attend to; but he hoped they would keep the subject in
mind, and give them some leisure hour when they could listen to him;
and proposed the next day at twelve o'clock. The old man said, "No; at
twelve they were to give their exhibition, which was, after that day,
to be given in the day and evening also."--"Well, at two?"--"At two we
dine."--"Well, what do you do after dinner?"--"Sleep."--"Not all the
afternoon?"--"Pretty much."--"Well, in the morning, at eight?"--"_In
bed_ at eight."--"What time do you breakfast?"--"About nine."--"Well,
then, say ten?"--"Well, ten."--"To-morrow?"--"No, next day." The
reverend gentleman then said, "Well, my good friends, we will come and
see you the day after to-morrow, at ten; and we hope you will think of
this important subject in the mean time." The chief said, "He would
be glad to see them, as he had promised; but they had so much to see
and to think of, that it was not probable they could have much time to
think about it; and as the Queen didn't say anything to them about it,
they hadn't given it any thought since they last met."

The Indians took their customary omnibus drive-- not on this morning,
as the old chief anticipated, to the menagerie, but to the Thames
Tunnel and London Bridge. To these they were accompanied by Mr. Rankin,
and looked upon them both as the wondrous works of white men's hands,
which they could not comprehend. When they entered the Tunnel, and were
told that they were under the middle of the Thames, and that the great
ships were riding over their heads, they stood in utter astonishment,
with their hands over their mouths (denoting silence), and said nothing
until they came out. They called it the "_Great Medicine Cave_," and
gave the medicine (or _wa-be-no_) dance at the entrance of it. Mr.
Rankin made a speech here to the thousands assembled, which I believe
was never recorded. They were met with much kindness at that place,
where they received some fine presents, and were treated, they said, to
some very good _chickabobboo_.

The scene at the Egyptian Hall on this evening was again very exciting,
the Hall being as full as it could pack, and the Indians in great glee,
which insured much amusement. I accompanied the Indians on to the
platform as before, and, as usual, introduced them to the audience,
and explained the objects for which they had come to this country,
&c.: they then proceeded with their amusements by giving a dance,
accompanied by their customary yells and the war-whoop, which was
followed by thundering applause. They then seated themselves and smoked
their pipes, while I explained the nature and object of the dance they
had just given. While I was thus engaged, some decided opposition to
the nature of the exhibition manifested itself, which might well exist
in the minds of persons unacquainted with the relative position in
which these Indians and myself stood; and which objections I felt quite
willing to meet at that moment.

The first interruption that I met with was from a man who had taken his
position in front of me, and whom I had seen several times endeavouring
to obtain a hearing. He at length took an opportunity when he could be
distinctly heard, and addressed me thus:--"Do you think it right, Sir,
to bring those poor ignorant people here to dance for money?" There was
a cry of "Put him out! put him out!" but as soon as I could restore
silence I said, "No, my friends, don't put him out; I wish to answer
such questions." At that moment another rose in an opposite part of the
room, and said--

  "I think it is degrading to those poor people to be brought here,
  Sir, to be shown like wild beasts, for the purpose of making money;
  and I think, more than that,--that it is degrading to _you_, Sir, to
  bring them here for such a purpose; and the sooner it is stopped the
  better."

The audience, at my request, had held silence until this speech was
finished, when there was a general cry of "Turn him out! turn him out!
Shame! shame!" &c.

I waited as patiently as I could until silence was restored, when I was
enabled to get every ear in the house to listen to me; and I then said--

  "My friends, I beg that there may be no more disposition to turn
  any one out, for, if I can be heard a few moments, I will save all
  further trouble, and, I venture to say, make those two gentlemen as
  good friends to the Indians, and to myself, as any in the room. The
  questions which they have naturally put are perfectly fair questions,
  and such as I am anxious everywhere to answer to. The position in
  which I stand at present is not, I grant, ostensibly, the one in
  which my former professions would place me. I have been several years
  known to the British public, from my labours and my professions, as
  an advocate for the character and the rights of American Indians.
  This position I have taken, and still claim, from a residence of
  eight years amongst the various tribes where I have travelled, at
  great expense, and hazard to my life, acquainting myself with their
  true native dispositions, whilst I was collecting the memorials of
  these abused and dying people, which you see at this time hanging
  around us. In the eight years of my life which I have devoted to this
  subject, I have preserved more historical evidences of these people,
  and done more justice to their character, than any man living; and on
  these grounds I demand at least the presumption that I am acting a
  friendly part towards them, who have in their own country treated me
  with genuine hospitality. (Hear, hear! and immense applause.)

  "My friends, we come now to the facts, which it is my duty to
  mention, and which I presume those two gentlemen are not acquainted
  with. In the first place, I did not bring these people to this
  country, but have always been opposed to such parties going to a
  foreign country for such an object.[9] These Indians are men, with
  reasoning faculties and shrewdness like to our own, and they have
  deliberately entered into a written agreement with the person who
  has the charge of them, and who is now in the room, to come to this
  country, stimulated by the ambition of seeing Her Majesty the Queen,
  whose lawful subjects they are, and make, if possible, by their
  humble and honest exertions, a little money to carry home to their
  children. (Immense applause.)

  "These people are the avowed friends of the English in their own
  country, and several of them are here to show the frightful wounds
  they received in fighting Her Majesty's battles in the war of 1812.
  (Applause, and Hear!)

  "When they arrived, their first object was to see my collection,
  which is known (at least by report) to almost every Indian to the
  Pacific coast; and when they were in it, they decided that there was
  the appropriate place for their dances, &c., and insisted upon my
  conducting their exhibitions. By this it is seen that I met these
  persons in this country; and in the belief that my countenance and
  aid would render them subjects of greater interest, and therefore
  promote their views, I have undertaken to stand by them as their
  friend and advocate--not as wild beasts, but as men (though perhaps
  'degraded,' as civilized actors degrade themselves on foreign boards)
  labouring in an honest vocation, amid a world of strangers, wiser and
  shrewder than themselves, for the means of feeding their wives and
  little children. (Hear, hear, hear.)

  "These people are here at an enormous expense, and the gentleman to
  whom they have intrusted themselves has a tremendous responsibility
  on his hands, for he must return them safe home, at his own expense,
  after sharing the receipts of the expedition with them. They are
  free men, and not slaves; and in a free country like this, who will
  have the cruelty to say to them, 'Stop your vocation, and go to the
  streets, like the poor Lascars, with brooms in your hands;' or the
  kindness to say, 'Quit your dancing, and we will pay your expenses to
  the shores of Lake Huron, and give you money to buy blankets and food
  for your wives and little children'? (Hear, hear! and applause.)

  "As for 'degradation,' I only hope, my friends, that I may always
  live as free from it as I consider myself whilst by my exertions
  I am promoting the honest views of these simple and unoffending
  people; and for the name and honour of civilization I only wish that
  the thousands of the enlightened world who are led into the Indian
  countries by the passion to make money, would make it in as honest
  a way, and as free from degradation, as the one in which these poor
  fellows are labouring here to make a little." (Cheers and immense
  applause, and cries of "No reply, no reply!")

 [9] On a subject of so much importance to me, I deem proof
     admissible and necessary, and therefore offer to the reader the
     following letter from the former Secretary at War, Mr. Poinsett,
     to whom I had written on the subject of an expedition, fitting
     out in the United States, for such a purpose, several years
     since:--

     My dear Sir,                Washington City, October 19th, 1839.

     I received your letter of the 11th instant, and am much obliged
     to you for the information of the contemplated speculations with
     Indians in foreign countries. I have taken precautions to defeat
     all such enterprises, and will prosecute the speculators, and
     saddle them with heavy costs, instead of gains, if I can detect
     them. I consider such proceedings are calculated to degrade the
     Red Man, and certainly not to exalt the whites engaged in them.

                                       With great regard,
                                            Yours very truly,

     _To Geo. Catlin, Esq._     J. R. POINSETT, Sec. at War.

     A few days after I received the above letter an order was issued
     from the department of war to all the surveyors of Atlantic ports,
     prohibiting Indians from being shipped to England, or other
     foreign countries, for the purposes of exhibitions, without the
     consent of the Government of the country.

My two opponents by this time had lowered their heads and were lost
sight of amidst the crowd, and no other objections were heard from
them; and the poor Indians, who had enjoyed a good pipe in the mean
time, without knowing the nature of our debate, were rested and
prepared for their next dance. The audience at this time were all
standing, and wedged together, as it were, in every part of the
room; and amongst such a crowd, so closely packed, there were many
occurrences in the course of the evening which afforded much amusement
to the Indians, who were overlooking the whole of it from their
platform. The screams of one woman, who announced that "she should
faint unless she could get out," stopped all proceedings for a few
moments. It was decided on all hands to be impossible for her to reach
the door; and, being near the platform, she was at length lifted on
to it by the joint aid of the Indians and those below, and she then
took a conspicuous seat, as she supposed, for the rest of the evening.
Another now hallooed for help and fresh air, and, not being so near
the platform, was told that it was entirely impossible to get out,
unless she was lifted over the heads of the crowd. "Never mind," said
she, "I must go!" So she was raised by many hands, amidst a roar of
laughter and fun, every one over whose head she was passed, being
quite willing and ready to lend a hand, with a "Lay hold here! pass
her along," &c. The "jolly fat dame" (as she was afterwards called),
who had escaped from the surges and squeezes of the mass below, now
comfortably seated on the edge of the platform, and briskly plying
her pocket-handkerchief by way of fan, began to imagine her condition
in no way improved, inasmuch as her back was towards her friends the
Indians, and her jolly red face, of necessity, under the intense
glare of the chandelier, and exposed to the gaze of the audience,
who she imagined were passing their criticisms on her "good looks."
(_Plate_ No. 7.) More and more annoyed every moment at the idea that
her ruddy face was growing redder and redder as it was just in the
focus of all eyes in the room, and at the instant thought also that
(considering she was only coming into a crowd) her stays had been left
off, and her new poplin dress, with lace frill in front, not prudent
to wear, she had silently and unadvisedly resolved upon resuming her
old position, and with that view unceremoniously launched herself,
feet foremost, amongst the crowd of gentlemen below. Owing to several
circumstances--the density of the crowd, her rotund and unwedge-like
form, &c.,--there was an insurmountable difficulty (which she probably
had not anticipated) in bringing down with her feet to the floor, or
anywhere in that direction, the voluminous paraphernalia with which
she was circumvested. This state of semi-suspension (her toes merely
occasionally feeling the floor) became instantly alarming to her, as
well as conspicuous and amusing to the Indians and the audience; and
whilst she was imploring one party in the name of Heaven to lift, and
the other to pull, the strong and muscular arms of the interpreter,
Cadotte, gracefully raised her out of the abyss below, and, leading
her across to the back part of the platform, gave her a comfortable
seat, squatted behind, and in the shadow of the Indian group, amongst
shields and war-clubs, and other implements used by the Indians in
their various amusements.

[Illustration: N^o. 7.]

All was mirth and amusement during the remainder of the evening; and
the last position of the "jolly fat dame" (who it would seem had
strolled in on the occasion alone) proved exceedingly gratifying to
her, as it afforded her an opportunity of a few words of conversation
now and then with Cadotte, and of bestowing upon him a very splendid
bracelet which she took from her own arm, saying, as she gave it,
"Look here; you will always know me in a crowd, for on my left arm I
have the fellow to it, and I will always wear it for your sake, that
you may not lose sight of me." This gush of kindness had suffused the
uninvaded soul of this simple and fresh-grown young man, and, when the
exhibition had closed, gained her the kindness of his strong grip again
in easing her down upon the floor. His backwoods gallantry could not
allow her to wander about alone and uninstructed, and he glided down
from the platform on his soft mocassined feet, and, with his eagle and
ostrich plumes waving six feet and a half from the floor, was strolling
around by her side as the audience were withdrawing from the room,
and enlightening her by his descriptions of the paintings and Indian
curiosities covering the walls of the Hall.

The Indians in the mean time had shaken hands with the audience, and
received many fine presents, and having gathered their robes and
their weapons, and Mr. Rankin having announced to Cadotte that "the
carriage was ready," the poor fellow turned upon his heel and said, "I
am obliged to go." "I am so sorry," she exclaimed; "but look ye, can
you read?" "Yes, ma'am." "But can you read writing?" "Yes, a little."
"Oh, well, never mind, I'm going to be here every night--oh! it is so
charming to me! Good night, good night!"

The Indians were now off to their lodgings, and the greater part of
the audience also, leaving poor Daniel, as usual, in the midst of
some dozen or two of the most inquisitive and knowledge seeking and
devouring, to answer the accustomed routine of inquiries reserved for
this (to them) most profitable part of the exhibition.

He was assuring the crowd around him that "these people were _not_
taken with a lasso, nor were they taken in a pit (as some had
conjectured), but that they had _come in_ of their own accord," &c. He
was also showing the _real lasso_, and explaining that it was only a
cord with a noose at the end of it, which the Indians throw over the
wild horses' necks to catch them, and not "a _net_ or a _hammock_,"
to both of which he pointed, and which it seems many had mistook for
lassoes.

He had also commented upon several _real scalps_ which he had taken
down and was holding in his hand, saying, "Gentlemen, what nonsense to
talk about Indians eating the scalps! You see the scalp is nothing but
a small piece of the skin from the top of the head, with the hair on
it, and dried as hard as a bit of sole-leather: there couldn't be any
pleasure in eating a thing of that sort."

About this time the "jolly fat dame," having edged up in his vicinity,
touched Daniel on the shoulder, and at her nod and wink he followed her
to the other side of the room, when she said, "Well, you know _me_,
don't you, Daniel?" "Yes, madam, I recollect you very well; you used
to come here, some months ago, very often, to see the collection and
the tableaux." "Well, now," said she, "look here: those shoats there
will worry you to death; I'd let them alone; they'll go in a minute.
Ah, what a delightful scene this has been to-night! The _real Indians_
after all! what I never expected to see. I never was so happy and so
much delighted before--oh, dear me! they are _such fine_ fellows! I
shall be here every night. I can't keep away. How happy they seem! they
are clever--ah, that they are! I venture to say they are very clever
men. That Interpreter!--what's his name? for I have forgotten." "His
name is Cadotte, madam." "Ah, yes; stop a moment till I write it down,
lest I should forget. I don't like to forget things--I can't say that I
like to forget. How do you say? Cado--with two t's, or one?" "I believe
it is spelt with two t's, madam." "Yes, I dare say--_Cadotte!_--now I
have it! Well, it is wonderful! What a fine-looking fellow that Cadotte
is--ha!--what a tremendous powerful man! Oh, law me! he made nothing
of taking me up there. I suppose you saw him?" "No, madam, I was
'tending door; but I heard of it." "Why, bless me! I was no more than
a pocket-handkerchief to him as he lifted me on to the platform; and
you see I'm not a thing for the wind to blow away--oh dear!--and what a
tremendous hand he has! I never saw the like. When he took hold of my
arm it seemed as if he could have crushed it in a moment. I am sure he
is six feet and a half high." "No, not quite that, madam, but pretty
near it." "Well, really he is a giant, almost; and yet I am sure he is
young--not over 20 I am quite sure!" "No, madam, he is but just turned
18 I believe." "Oh, charming! and how wonderful! But you are jesting,
Daniel?" "No, madam, I may be mistaken, but I believe I am right."
"He can't be married yet?" "Oh, no, you may be sure of that--I don't
suppose he ever thought of a woman yet." "Bless me!--ah, well!--did you
see the present I made him, Daniel?" "No, madam, I have not." "Look
there! I gave him the fellow to that. He'll recollect me, won't he?
I took it off, and tried to buckle it on his wrist myself; but, law
me, what a tremendous arm he has got! it wouldn't go much more than
half way around! I thought _I_ had a pretty lusty arm, Daniel?--feel
it--clasp it round--take hold higher up--up there--I never wear
sleeves!--that's lusty, is'nt it?" "Yes, by jolly!" said Daniel, as
he was making a careful estimate of it; "that's a stout arm, madam."
"Well, mine is a baby's arm to that 'boy's,' as you call him. Ah, well,
Daniel, I am taking up your time, and I must go. I shall be here every
night, I assure you; and you will always let me in early? You see I
am not half dressed to-night. I want to get as near that corner of the
platform as possible when I come." "I understand." "Good night!" "Good
night! madam."

At this moment, or a moment after, Daniel closed the door upon the
last remaining visitors, and I stepped out from behind a green curtain
at one end of the platform, forming a little retreat into which I was
in the habit of withdrawing myself to avoid the crowd at the close of
the exhibition. Owing to this little accident, therefore, the reader
is in possession of the above ejaculatory conversation between the
"jolly fat lady" and Daniel; for as, in taking him to the "other side
of the room," she had most fortunately placed her back within a few
inches of the screen that was before me, bringing poor Daniel's eye to
mine directly over her shoulder, I was enabled to record, _verbatim et
literatim_ (which it might have puzzled poor Daniel to have done from
recollection, after the excitement of her jolly fat arm), precisely all
that was said and done on the occasion, as above related.

"Why," said I, "Daniel, that lady seems to be quite 'taken' with
Cadotte." "Taken! she's more than that--she's dead _in love_ with
him. I'll be shot if ever I saw the like in my life--the woman is
perfectly mad after him--and she's the same lady that used to come to
the _tableaux_ so often when you gave them in the Egyptian Hall, and
was repeatedly asking (as you'll recollect I told you) whether you were
actually married; and when I told her you were, she wouldn't believe
it. She's the same identical woman. I knew her in a moment, for I have
talked hours with her in the exhibition rooms; and didn't you hear her
call me Daniel when she spoke to me to-night? She appears to be quite
a lady. She used to come in quite a respectable carriage; and I'll
venture to say it has been standing at the door all the evening, and
I'll be shot but it will be there every night for a fortnight to come."

"Well, it is quite a curious case; but let us treat her respectfully,
and with politeness, on all occasions." "Oh, yes, certainly; she is
very civil and polite, and you may be sure, Mr. Catlin, that she will
receive no other treatment from me."

Under an agreement with Mr. Rankin and the Indians to meet them at
their lodgings after the exhibition, I repaired to their rooms,
and found them just finishing their beefsteaks and their jug of
_chickabobboo_. They were all in a merry humour, talking over the
curious scenes they had witnessed in the crowd. They said they thought
the Englishwomen loved to be squeezed in a crowd, for there were a
great many there, and they seemed to be very happy and goodnatured.
They were sure that they saw several persons quite drunk in the room,
and also believed that many of the ladies there must have been drinking
_chickabobboo_. They had several hearty laughs about the poor woman
who was passed over the people's heads; and also about the "jolly fat
dame," who was lifted on to the platform by Cadotte; and they teazed
him a long time with their jokes about her, and the beautiful present
he had received from her, and which they had seen her a long time
trying to fasten on to his arm.

Their jokes, which they were thus innocently enjoying, and their
_chickabobbo_, seemed to make them cheerful and happy; and I returned
home, myself pleased, and went to bed.

My desk was now becoming loaded with communications relative to the
Ojibbeway Indians, with more inquiries about their domestic habits and
warfare than I could possibly find time to answer, and more invitations
to dinners and parties than they could attend to; and on the next
day, amongst numerous applications for private interviews, were two
notes from reverend gentlemen, wishing opportunities to converse with
them. To them I answered that I should feel much satisfaction in
affording them every opportunity and every facility in my power, and I
recommended that they should come the next day at ten o'clock, when the
Indians were, by appointment, to meet several clergymen to converse
upon the subject of religion. One of those reverend gentlemen replied
to my note, saying, that "he should prefer a different audience from
that which I had named, and should feel as if I had acted entirely up
to the professions of my first note if I would use my endeavours to
obtain it;" to which I answered that "my only reason for recommending
that occasion was, that, as they had already had several short
interviews with clergymen, and had fixed upon that morning for a final
interview, I thought it probable it would be the only opportunity he
could have of hearing them state their religious belief." I never
received any further communication from this reverend gentleman, nor
did he attend the meeting named; and if I gave him any offence, it was
done while I was giving him what I thought to be the most friendly
advice.

The next night of their exhibition at the Egyptian Hall passed off much
like the preceding one; the Hall was crowded, and in the midst of the
crowd, at the end of the platform (as she had desired it), appeared the
"_jolly fat dame_" in _full_ dress, and fully equipped and prepared for
any emergency. She was in her "_stays_" and her _poplin_ and _lace_,
and loaded with trinkets; and although it was now the middle of winter,
that she might not suffer quite so much as she had done the night
before, she had brought a large fan, which the heat of the room and its
excitements made it necessary to keep constantly in motion. Daniel had
placed her where she could get some support by leaning on the platform,
and once in a while whisper a word to Cadotte, whose beautifully
embroidered mocassins were near to her nose when he leant forward to
listen to her, with the eagle plumes and ostrich feathers of his cap
falling gracefully down over her shoulders. She looked altogether more
lovely and "killing" that night than on the first; and, while she kept
more cool and considerate, was not lessening the progress which her
fascinations were making upon the heart of poor Cadotte, nor curtailing
the draughts of admiration which she was taking in at every breath she
inhaled, and at every glance that she had of his manly and herculean
figure as it moved before her.

What transpired in the bosom and the brain of this fair dame during the
evening, none but herself can exactly know; but, from the lustre of her
eyes, and the pleasure beaming from every part of her jolly face, it
was evident that peace and happiness, for the time, reigned within.

The dances and other amusements of the evening pleased all of the
audience well, and the "jolly fat dame" _supremely_. The Indians
returned to their apartments, and delighted themselves by counting
over their money and trinkets, with which they were well pleased, and
drinking their _chickabobboo_.

The next morning at ten o'clock, the hour appointed, the Rev. Mr. S----
and friend called, and were conducted by me to the Indians' apartments.
They were met with cordiality by the Indians and by Mr. Rankin; and
when the kind and reverend gentleman reminded them of the promise made
him for that morning, they all responded "_How, how, how!_"

They then, at the order of the chief, all spread their robes upon the
floor, upon which they took their seats, and at once were in _council_.

The reverend gentleman then, in a tone and a manner the most winning,
and calculated to impress upon them the sincerity of his views, told
them "he was aware that they were religious, that they all worshipped
the Great Spirit, but that he did not exactly know in what way; that
he did not come here to tell them anything to give them offence, but
with the hope of learning something more of their belief and modes of
worship, of which he confessed he was ignorant, and also of explaining
to them what he and the other divines in the civilized world believed
to be the best, if not the only true religion." (Here the old chief
lighted his pipe, which he commenced smoking.)

The reverend gentleman then explained, in the briefest manner possible,
and in the mode the best calculated for their understanding (and which
was literally interpreted them), the system of the Christian religion
and the mode of redemption.

When the reverend gentleman had finished his remarks, the old chief
filled his pipe again, and, sitting with his eyes cast down until he
had smoked it partly out, he handed it to the War-chief, and (instead
of rising, as an Indian does to speak on any other subject) the old man
rested his elbows on his knees and answered as follows:--[10]

  "My friends--We feel thankful for the information and advice which
  you come to give us, for we know that you are good men and sincere,
  and that we are like children, and stand in need of advice.

  "We have listened to your words, and have no fault to find with them.
  We have heard the same words in our own country, where there have
  been many white people to speak them, and our ears have never been
  shut against them.

  "We have tried to understand white man's religion, but we cannot--it
  is _medicine_ to us, and we think we have no need of it. _Our_
  religion is simple, and the Great Spirit who gave it to us has
  taught us all how to understand it. We believe that the Great Spirit
  made our religion for us, and white man's religion for white men.
  Their sins we believe are much greater than ours, and perhaps the
  Great Spirit has thought it best therefore to give them a different
  religion.

  "Some white men have come to our country, and told us that if we did
  not take up white man's religion, and give up our own, we should all
  be lost. Now we don't believe that; and we think those are bad or
  blind men.

  "My friends--We know that the Great Spirit made the red men to dwell
  in the forests, and white men to live in green fields and in fine
  houses; and we believe that we shall live separate in the world to
  come. The best that we expect or want in a future state is a clear
  sky and beautiful hunting-grounds, where we expect to meet the
  friends whom we loved; and we believe that if we speak the truth
  we shall go there. This we think might not suit white people, and
  therefore we believe that their religion is best for them.

  "If we follow the religion of our fathers we shall meet them again:
  if we follow a different religion we are not sure of it.

  "My friends--We are here but a few, and we are a great way from our
  homes, and we shall have but little time to waste in talking on this
  subject. When a few white men come into our country to make money,
  we don't ask them to take up our religion. We are here away from our
  wives and children to try to get some money for them, and there are
  many things we can take home to them of much more use than white
  man's religion. Give us guns and ammunition, that we can kill food
  for them, and protect them from our enemies, and keep whisky and rum
  sellers out of our country.

  "My friends--We love you, and give you our hands; but we wish to
  follow the religion of our fathers, and would rather not talk any
  more on the subject." (_'How, how, how!'_)

 [10] The numerous conversations held on the subjects of religion
     and education with the three different parties of Indians,
     in various parts of England, as well as on the continent, I
     consider form one of the most interesting features of this work;
     and as I have been present at them all, I have taken down all
     the Indians' remarks on those occasions, and I have inserted
     them in all cases in this book as I wrote them from their lips,
     and not in any case from recollection.--AUTHOR.

When the old man had thus closed his remarks, _Gish-ee-gosh-ee-gee_
took the pipe and puffed away a few minutes as hard as he could, when
he spoke as follows:--

  "My friends--The words of our chief, which you have just heard, are
  good--they are the words of nearly all of our nation. Some of the
  Ojibbeways say that the words of the white people are the best; but
  we believe that they have two tongues.

  "My friends--A few years ago a _black-coat_ came amongst us in the
  town where I live, and told us the same words as you have spoken this
  morning. He said that the religion of the white men was the only
  good religion; and some began to believe him, and after a while a
  great many believed him; and then he wanted us to help build him a
  house; and we did so. We lifted very hard at the logs to put up his
  house, and when it was done many sent their children to him to learn
  to read, and some girls got so as to read the 'good book,' and their
  fathers were very proud of it; and at last one of these girls had a
  baby, and not long after it another had a baby, and the _black-coat_
  then ran away, and we have never seen him since. My friends, we don't
  think this right. I believe there is another _black-coat_ now in the
  same house. Some of the Indians send their boys there to learn to
  read, but they dare not let their girls go.

  "My friends, this is all I have to say." (_'How, how, how!'_)

The reverend gentlemen kindly thanked the Indians for their patience,
and, telling me that it would be cruel and useless, under their present
circumstances, to question them longer, thanked Mr. Rankin and myself
for the kind assistance we had rendered them, and retired, leaving with
them as a present several very handsome Bibles. As I was leaving the
room I heard the old chief complaining that talking made his lips very
dry, and Mr. Rankin ordered for them a jug of _chickabobboo_.[11]

 [11] The minds of the Indians had been so much engrossed for several
     days with the subject of religion, that the inventive powers
     of the little _Sah-mah_ (Tobacco) had been at work; and when I
     called on them the next morning one of them handed me his ideas,
     as he had put them on paper with a lead pencil, and I give them
     to the reader (Plate No. 8) as near as my own hand could copy
     them from his original sketch now in my portfolio. If the reader
     can understand the lines, he will learn from it something of the
     state of the arts in the Indian country, as well as their native
     propensity to burlesque.

 [Illustration: N^o. 8.]




                              CHAPTER XV.

  Exhibition rooms--Great crowd--The "jolly fat dame"--Her
      interview with Cadotte--She gives presents to all the
      Indians--Excitement in the crowd--Women kissing the
      Indians--Red paint on their faces and dresses--Old Chief's
      dream and feast of thanksgiving--An annual ceremony--Curious
      forms observed--Indians invited to the St. George's
      archery-ground--They shoot for a gold medal--They dine with
      the members of the club--The "jolly fat dame" and Cadotte--She
      takes him to his lodgings in her carriage--Cadotte (or the
      "Strong-wind") gets sick--Is in love with another!--Daniel
      unfolds the secret to her--Her distress--She goes to the
      country--The "jolly fat dame" returns--Cadotte's engagement to
      marry--Rankin promotes the marriage--The Author disapproves of
      it.


The reader will easily imagine the position of the Indians at this time
to have been a very pleasant and satisfactory one to themselves--all in
good health; having seen and pleased the Queen; having met the public
several times in the great city of London, where their Hall was crowded
every night, and was likely to continue so; where everybody applauded,
and many bestowed on them presents in trinkets and money; with plenty
of roast beef, and withal indulged in their _chickabobboo_. The old
chief had finished his talks on religion, and Cadotte was in the
delightful state of incubation under the genial warmth of the wing of
the jolly fat dame.

The Hall on this evening was as overflowing as on the previous nights.
The "jolly fat dame" had been the first one at the door, and, by
the power of her smiles upon Daniel's gallantry, she had passed in
before the hour for admitting the public. This had most luckily (and
_bewitchingly_, as she did not expect it) allowed her a delightful
_tête-à-tête_ of a few minutes with Cadotte, who happened to be
sauntering about in the half-lighted hall of the exhibition, while the
Indians were in an ante-chamber, putting on their streaks of paint, and
arranging their locks of hair and ornaments for the evening. Lucky,
lucky hour! What passed there in these few minutes nobody knows. _One
thing_, however, we may presume, _did pass_ in that short time. Upon
Daniel's authority she had a letter in her hand when she entered, and
which was never identified on her person afterwards, though a similar
one poor Cadotte was seen poring over for several subsequent days, at
odd spells, like a child at its task in its spelling-book. As she was
first in, she took her old position, which had afforded her so much
pleasure the evening before. As her heart was more smitten, her hand
became more liberal: she had come this night loaded with presents, and
dealt them out without stint to the whole party. As each one received
his brooch, or his pin, or his guard-chain, he held it up and gave a
yell, which made the good lady's kindnesses subjects of notoriety; and
we believed, and _feared_ also, that her vanity was such, that, to make
the most of the occasion, she drew upon some of the most costly of the
ornaments that adorned her own ample person. During the excitement
thus produced by the distribution of her trinkets, some female in the
midst of the crowd held up and displayed a beautiful bracelet "for the
first one who should get to it." Three or four of the young fellows,
with their naked shoulders and arms, leaped with the rapidity almost
of lightning into the screaming mass. The little _Sah-mah_, who was
the _beau-ideal_ of Indian beauty among them, bore off the prize. As
there was not the same inducement for retracing their steps, and they
were in the midst of strong inducements to stay in the crowd, it became
exceedingly difficult to get them back, and to resume the amusements of
the evening. Many ladies were offering them their hands and trinkets:
some were kissing them, and every kiss called forth the war-whoop (as
they called it, "a _scalp_"). The women commenced it as _Sah-mah_ had
dashed into the crowd; and as he was wending his way back, finding it
had pleased so well, he took every lady's hand that was laid upon his
naked arm or his shoulder as a challenge, and he said that he kissed
every woman that he passed. This may or may not be true; but one thing
is certain, that many there were in the room that evening who went home
to their husbands and mothers with streaks of red and black paint upon
their cheeks, which nothing short of soap and water could remove. And,
curious to relate, when the amusements were finished, and the audience
nearly withdrawn, and the "jolly fat dame" was strolling about the
room, she met her two maids, to whom she had given their shillings,
and told them to "go and see the Indians." These two buxom young girls
had been in the midst of the crowd, and, both of them having met with
the accident I have mentioned above, the good-natured fat lady glowed
into a roar of laughter as she vociferated, "Why, girls, you husseys,
you have been kissing those Indians! Bless me, what a pretty figure you
cut! why, your faces are all covered with red paint!" "And _your_ face,
mistress! Look here! all one side of your face, and on your neck! Oh,
look at your beautiful new lace!" And _it was even so_; but _how_ it
happened, or where, or in what part of the excitement, or by whom, is
yet to be learned.

Leaving these excitements for a while, which were now become of nightly
occurrence, we come to one of a different character and of curious
interest. It is impossible for me to recollect the day, but it was
about this time, the old chief related to Mr. Rankin a dream which he
had had the night before, which made it incumbent upon them to make a
feast, and of course necessary for Mr. Rankin and myself to furnish all
the requisite materials for it.

In his dream (or "vision," as he seemed disposed to call it) he said
the Great Spirit appeared to him, and told him that he had kept his
eye upon them, and guarded and protected them across the great ocean,
according to their prayers, which he had heard; that he had watched
them so far in this country; that they had been successful in seeing
their Great Mother the Queen, and that they were now all happy and
doing well. But in order to insure a continuance of these blessings,
and to make their voyage back across the ocean pleasant and safe,
it now became necessary that they should show their thankfulness to
the Great Spirit in giving their great annual Feast of Thanksgiving,
which is customary in their country at the season when their maize is
gathered and their dried meat is laid in and secured for their winter's
food.

This injunction, he said, was laid upon him thus, and he could not from
any cause whatever neglect to attend to it; if he did, he should feel
assured of meeting the displeasure of the Great Spirit, and they should
all feel at once distressed about the uncertainty of their lives on
their way back. This Feast of Thanksgiving must be given the next day,
and they should wish us to procure for them a whole goat, or a sheep,
and said that it must be a _male_, and that they would require a place
large enough to cook it without breaking a bone in its body, according
to the custom of their country.

The request of this good old man was of course granted with great
pleasure; and Mr. Rankin, in a short time, returned from the market
with the sheep, which, on close inspection, seemed to please them; and
a large chamber in the Egyptian Hall, which Mr. Clark, the curator
of the building, had placed at their service, was decided on as the
place where the feast should be prepared and partaken of. Mr. Clark
and his wife, who are kind and Christian people, afforded them all
the facilities for cooking, and rendered them every aid they could in
preparing their feast; and the next day, at the hour appointed, it was
announced to Mr. Rankin and myself that the "feast was ready, and that
we were expected to partake of it with them."

When we entered the room we found the feast arranged on the floor,
in the centre of the large hall, and smoking, and the men all seated
around it on buffalo robes; and the only two guests besides ourselves,
my man Daniel and Mr. Clark, who were also seated. Two robes were
placed for Mr. Rankin and myself, and we took our seats upon them.
The three women of the party came in after we were all arranged, and,
spreading their robes, seated themselves in another group at a little
distance from us. A short time before the feast was ready, they sent
Cadotte to me to request that I would buy for them a small cup of
whisky, which was to be partaken of, "not as _drink_ for the _belly_,
but as drink for the _spirit_," which by the custom of their country
was absolutely necessary to the holding of their Feast of Thanksgiving.
In this they were also, of course, indulged; and when we were seated,
we found the whisky standing in front of the medicine-man in a small
pewter mug.

Everything now being in readiness, the pipe was lit by the war-chief,
who rose up with it, and, presenting its stem towards the _north_ and
the _south_, the _east_ and the _west_, and then upwards to the Great
Spirit, and then to the earth, smoked through it himself a few breaths,
and then, walking around, held it to the lips of each one of the party
(the women excepted), who smoked a whiff or two through it; after which
he made a short and apparently vehement appeal to the Great Spirit
to _bless_ the food we were then to partake of. When he had taken
his seat, the medicine-man took his _wa-be-no_ (_medicine-drum_) and
commenced beating on it as he accompanied its taps with a _medicine_
song to the Great Spirit. When the song was finished he arose, and,
shaking a rattle (_she-shee-quoin_) in his left hand, and singing at
the same time, he handed the cup of whisky around to the lips of each
guest, all of whom tasted of it; it was then passed to the women, who
also tasted it, and returned it to its former position but partially
emptied.

The War-chief then rose upon his feet, and, drawing his large knife
from his belt, plunged the thumb and fore finger of his left hand
into the sockets of the sheep's eyes, by which he raised the head as
he severed it from the body with his knife, and held it as high as he
could reach. At this moment he returned his knife to its scabbard,
and, seizing the _she-shee-quoin_ (or rattle) in his right hand, he
commenced to sing a most eccentric song as he shook his rattle in one
hand and brandished the sheep's head in the other, and danced quite
round the circle between the feast and the guests, going so slow as to
require some eight or ten minutes to get round. Having got round to his
seat, he gave a frightful yell, and, raising the sheep's head to his
mouth, bit off a piece of it, and again danced until he had swallowed
it. He then laid the head and the rattle at the feet of another, who
sprang upon his feet, and, taking the sheep's head and the rattle,
performed the same manoeuvre, and so did a second and a third, and so
on until each male of the party had performed his part. After this, the
flesh was carved from the bones by the War-chief, and placed before us,
of which we all partook. Parts of it were also carried to the women,
and after a little time the greater part of the flesh of the carcase
had disappeared.

It is worthy of remark, also, that at this strange feast there was
nothing offered but the flesh of the sheep; but which was cooked in a
manner that would have pleased the taste of an epicure.

When the eating was done, the war-chief took the rattle in his hand,
and, lightly shaking it as a sort of accompaniment, took at least a
quarter of an hour to repeat a long prayer, or return of thanks, to
the Great Spirit, which was spoken (or rather _sung_ than _spoken_)
in a very remarkable and rapid manner. After this the pipe was lit,
and, having been some three or four times passed around, the feast was
finished, and we took leave.

I leave this strange affair (having described it as nearly as I
possibly could) for the comments of the curious, who may have more
time than I can justly devote to it at this moment, barely observing
that the old chief, after this, seemed quite contented and happy that
he had acted in conformity to the sacred injunction of the Great
Spirit, and strictly adhered, though in a foreign country, to one of
the established and indispensable customs of his race; for which, and
for another cogent reason (that "his lips were getting very dry after
eating so much"), he thought we would be willing (as of course we were)
to let Daniel go for a jug of _chickabobboo_.

The whole party now seemed to be completely happy, and in the midst
of enjoyment. They were excited and amused every night in their
exhibitions, which afforded them wholesome exercise; and during the
days they took their drives through the city and into the country,
and beheld the sights of the great metropolis, or reclined around
their rooms on their buffalo robes, enjoying their pipes and counting
their money, of which they had received some thirty or forty pounds,
presented to them in the room at various times, independent of that
received from her Majesty, and their wages, and trinkets, and other
presents.

Of their drives, one of the most exciting and interesting that they
had or could have in London was about this time, when her Majesty
rode in state to the opening of Parliament. They were driven through
the immense concourse of people assembled on the line and along
Parliament-street, and conducted to a position reserved for them on
the roof of St. Mary's chapel, near Westminster Abbey. From this
elevated position they had a splendid bird's-eye view of the crowd
below, and the progress of the Queen's state carriage, as it rolled
along on its massive wheels of gold, and drawn by eight cream-coloured
horses. So grand a pageant filled their rude, uncultivated minds
with the strangest conjectures, which were subjects for several
evenings' curious gossip. And what seemed to please them most of all
the incidents of the day was, as they said, "that her Majesty and the
Prince both most certainly looked up from their golden carriage to see
them on the top of the church."

They were also most kindly invited by the members of the St. George's
Archery Club to witness their bow-and-arrow shooting on one of their
prize-days. This was calculated to engage their closest attention; and
at night they returned home in great glee. They had been treated with
the greatest kindness by the gentlemen of that club. They had put up
a gold medal for the Indians to shoot for, which was won by _Sah-mah_
(Tobacco), and other prizes were taken by others of the party.[12] The
first shot made by the young man who bore off the golden prize was
said to have been one of the most extraordinary ever made on their
grounds; but in their subsequent shooting they fell a great way short
of it, and also of that of the young gentlemen belonging to the club.
After the shooting of the Indians, and also of the members of the club,
contending for their valuable prizes, the Indians were invited to their
table, where a sumptuous dinner was partaken of. Many toasts were
drunk, and many speeches made; and, to their agreeable surprise, as
they said, they had plenty of the _Queen's chickabobboo_!

 [12] It was stated in some of the papers of the day that the Indian
     won the golden prize from the members of the club, which was not
     the case. It was put up, most liberally, by the young men of the
     society for the Indians to shoot for among themselves, and won
     in this way, not from the members of the club.

     There are no Indians in North America who can equal the shooting
     of these young gentlemen, who practise much this beautiful and
     manly exercise. I have often, at their kind invitations, visited
     their grounds, and I have had the opportunity of seeing the
     shooting amongst most of the American tribes. The Indian tribes
     who use the bow and arrow at the present time are mostly the
     Prairie tribes, who are mounted, and, from their horses' backs,
     at full speed, throw their arrows but a very few paces, and use
     a short bow of two feet or two feet and a half in length, and
     therefore never practise at the target at the distance of one or
     two hundred yards. Their skill and power, however, in that mode
     of using the bow is almost inconceivable, and might puzzle the
     best archers in England or in the world to equal.

They continued their amusements nightly, much in the same way as I have
above described, with full houses and similar excitements, all of which
and their effects we will imagine, as I pass over a week or two of
them without other notice than merely to say that the "jolly fat dame"
still continued to visit them, as she had promised, and nightly to
strengthen the spell she seemed to be working upon the heart of poor
Cadotte. She was elegant, but rather fat. She rode in a good carriage.
She bestowed her presents liberally, and on all; and insisted the whole
time that "it was the most interesting exhibition she ever saw," and
that "Cadotte was almost a giant!" "She could not keep away, nor could
she keep the Indians out of her mind." All were inquiring who she could
be, and nobody could tell. She had delivered three or four letters into
Cadotte's hand in the time; and, though "her carriage could put him
down at his door quite easy," she had driven him home but one night,
and then he was landed quite quick and quite safe. The Indians talked
and joked much about her, but Cadotte said little. He was young, and
his youth had had a giant growth in the timid shade of the woods. He
was strong; but he knew not the strength that was in him, for he had
not tried it. He was like a mountain torrent--dammed up but to burst
its barriers and overflow. The glow of this fair dame upon him was a
sunshine that he had never felt, and, like the snow under a summer's
sun, he was about to have melted away. In the simplicity of his native
ambition, he had never aspired to anything brighter than his own
colour; and few were dreaming till just now that the warrior Cupid was
throwing his fatal arrows across the line. Nor did those who suspected
them (or even _saw_ them), from the source that has been named, know
more than half of the shafts that were launched at the _"Strong-wind"_
at this time, nor appreciate more than half the perplexities that were
wearing away his body and his mind. _He_ knew them, poor fellow, and
had _felt_ them for some time; but the world saw no symptom of them
until his treatment of this fair dame on one night set them inquiring,
when they found that she, with her little _archer_, was not alone in
the field.

Reader, we are now entering upon a drama that requires an abler pen
than mine, which has been used only to record the dry realities of
Indian life, stripped of the delicious admixture which is sometimes
presented when Cupid and civilization open their way into it.

I regret exceedingly that I cannot do justice to the subject that is
now before us; but, knowing the facts, I will simply give them, and not
aspire to the _picture_, which the reader's imagination will better
paint than my black lead can possibly draw.

On the unlucky evening above alluded to the "jolly fat dame" had made
her appearance at the rooms half an hour before the doors were to open;
and, with Daniel's usual indulgence, she passed into the room, in the
hope, as she said, to have a few words with the Indians, and shake
hands with them all, and bid the good fellows good by, as she was going
into the country for a few days. She loitered around the room until it
began to fill with its visitors for the evening, without the good luck
to meet the "_Strong-wind_," as she had been in the habit of doing,
before the chandelier was in full blaze, and while the Indians were
in their adjoining room, putting on their paint and ornaments. This
disappointment, for reasons that she probably understood better than
we can, seemed to embarrass her very much, and most likely, even at
that early stage, carried forebodings of troubles that were "brewing."
In the embarrassment of these painful moments, not being able to spend
the evening in the exhibition, as usual, but under the necessity of
returning to pack her things and complete her preparations for her
journey, she was retreating towards the door as fast as the audience
filled in in front, determined to hold a position in the passage
where she could shake hands with the Indians as they passed in, and
drop a little billet into the hands of the "_Strong-wind_," which, if
received, was intended only to stop a sort of palpitation there would
be in the side of her breast, in case she should have gone off to the
country without informing the "_Strong-wind_" of it, and that she was
to return again in a very few days.

Unlucky device! The Indians all passed by, excepting the "_Strong
Wind_," and, as each one shook her hand, he saluted her with a yelp
and a smile. All this was gratifying to her, but added to the evident
fever that was now coming on her. She paced the hall forward and back
for some time, living yet (and thriving) upon the hope at that moment
raised in her mind, that he ("noble fellow!") was hanging back in
order to have a moment of bliss alone with her in the hall, after the
gazing visitors had all passed by. This hope sustained her a while,
and she many times more walked the length of the passage, but in vain.
At this moment the sound of the drum and the echoing of the war-whoop
through the hall announced their exhibition as commenced; and the
liberal dame, advancing to the door, and standing on tiptoe, that she
might take a peep once more at the good fellows over the heads of the
audience, beheld, to her great astonishment, the noble figure of the
"_Strong-wind_," swinging his tomahawk, as he was leading the dance!
Unhappy dame! the room was closely stowed, and not the possibility left
of her getting half way to her old stand by the end of the platform, if
she tried.

This dilemma was most awful. The thought of actually "going off to the
country, as she had promised, for several days, without the chance to
say even good bye, or to shake hands, was too bad,--it was cruel!" She
went to the door to see Daniel, and said, "Well, this is very curious;
I wanted to have seen Cadotte for a moment before I went away, and I
can't stay to-night. I shook hands with all the rest as they went in,
but I did not see Cadotte. I don't understand it." "Why," said Daniel,
"the poor fellow is not here to-night; he's getting sick: he was here
when you first came in, but he _shot out_ a few moments afterwards,
and told me to tell you, if you came, that he was too unwell to be
here to-night. He is looking very pale and losing flesh very fast, and
his appetite is going. He has only danced once or twice in the last
week." "Poor fellow! I am sorry. What a pity if he should get sick! I
don't see what they would do without him; he is worth more than the
whole party besides. He's a fine young man. What an immense fellow he
is! Did you examine his hand? What a grip he has got--ha! I _may_ not
go to-morrow, but if I _do_, it will only be for a few days. I have
_promised_ to go, and you know it is wrong to break promises, Daniel.
If anything should prevent me from going to-morrow I shall certainly be
here again to-morrow night. Poor fellow! I _hope_ he won't get sick: I
think a little ride in the country would do him good. Mr. Catlin ought
to send him into the country for a while. That's what he should do,
shouldn't he? I won't stand here too long, Daniel; it's rather a cold
place: so good night."

It _was_ a _fact_ that the "_Strong Wind_" was getting sick; and a
fact also that Daniel thought he had gone home, as he told the good
lady; and two other facts followed the next day--the one was, that the
journey to the country was not made that morning; and the other, that
the "jolly fat dame" was at the Hall at an early hour of the evening
as usual. Her visit was carefully timed, so as to allow her a little
time for gossip with Daniel at the door, and to subject her to the
delightful possibility of accidentally meeting the "_Strong Wind_" as
she had sometimes done, in the half-lighted hall.

"You see, Daniel, that I didn't get off this morning; and when I am
in London I cannot keep away from those curious fellows, the Indians.
They are here, I suppose, before this?" "Yes, madam, they have just
come in in their bus." "Well, how is Cadotte? he is _my_ favourite, you
know." "Well," said Daniel, "I don't think he's any better: I believe
there is but one thing that will cure him." "Bless me, you don't say
so! What do you think is the matter with him?" "Why, I think he is in
love, madam; and I don't believe there is anything under heaven else
that ails him." "Oh! now, but you _don't think_ so, do you, really?" "I
do, indeed, madam; and I don't wonder at it, for there are charms that
are lavished upon him that are enough to----" "Oh! come, come, now,
Daniel, don't give us any of your dry compliments. He's a fine man,
certainly--that I _know_, and I should be sorry if he should get sick.
He will be in the exhibition, I suppose, to-night?" "No, madam, I saw
him a few minutes since, and he had lain down on his buffalo robe on
the floor, and I heard him tell Mr. Rankin that he should not go into
the room to-night; that he did not feel well enough." "So, you cruel
man, you think the poor fellow is in love, do you?" "I am _sure_ of
it, madam: in the next house to where the Indians lodge there is one
of the most beautiful black-eyed little girls that I have seen since I
have been in London, and, by putting her head out of the back window to
look at the Indians, and by playing in the back yard, she long since
showed to everybody who saw her that she was fascinated with Cadotte.
She used to kiss her hand to him, and throw him bouquets of flowers,
and, at last, letters." "Pshaw!" "It's true! And, finally, she and her
sisters got in the habit of coming in to see the Indians, and, at last,
the father, and mother, and brother; and they all became attached to
Cadotte, and invited him to their house to take tea with them and spend
the evenings; and he has at last become so perfectly smitten with the
girl that he is getting sick: that is the reason why he is not at the
Hall more than three evenings in the week; he spends his evenings with
her, and often don't get home before twelve and one o'clock." "Oh,
but you shock me, you _shock_ me, Daniel--but I don't _believe_ it--I
_can't believe_ it--he _couldn't_ be _led away_ in that silly manner--I
_don't believe a word of it_. You say he is in the dressing-room?"
"Yes, madam, I know he is there." "You don't think he'll come into
the exhibition-room to-night?" "No, I know he will not." "You don't
think he would come out a minute? I can't stay to-night, and I shall
certainly go in the morning. I _must_ go--you _don't think_ he would
come out?" "I don't know, madam; I will ask him if you wish." "Well,
_do_, Daniel; come, that's a good fellow--or, stop!--look here--just
hand him this note; it is merely to say good bye: give it to him, and
only tell him I am here, will you, and going out of town to-morrow
morning?"

Daniel took in the note to the "_Strong Wind_," who was lying on
his robe, and in a minute returned with the note and this awful
message:--"Tell her she _may_ go out of town--I don't wish to see her."
This was as much of his ungallant message as Daniel could venture to
bear to the good lady, though the "_Strong Wind_" continued to say,
"Take the note back to her: she is making too free with me, and all
the people see it. She wants a husband too bad, and I hope she will
soon get one." Daniel returned the note, and apologized for being
the bearer of such a message to her; but he said, as he had carried
her message to Cadotte, he felt bound to bring his message back.
"Certainly, certainly," said she; "I can't blame you, Daniel; but this
is strange--all this is strange to me; it's quite incomprehensible, I
assure you. The crowd is coming in, I see, Daniel; and I can't possibly
be here through the evening, I'll be here as soon as I come back. Good
night."

One can easily imagine how the peace of the bosom of this good-natured
unoffending lady was broken up by the abrupt way of the "_Strong
Wind_," and how unhappy might have been the few days she was to
spend in the country, and which she could not then fail to do, as
she had made a promise to friends, that she could not break. By her
absence from the exhibition-room for a week or more, it was evident
that she was accomplishing her visit to the country; and, though her
little _archer_ was unemployed in her absence, it would seem as if
the very show of so many bows and arrows in the great city of London
had suddenly called into existence, or into service, a reinforcement
of those little marksmen, who were concentrating their forces about
this time, and seemed to be all aiming their shafts at the breast of
the "_Strong Wind_." There were several fair damsels who nightly paid
their shillings, and took their positions near the platform, in a less
conspicuous way, though not less known to the "_Strong Wind_," than
our friend who had "gone for a while to the country." From the fair
hands of these he had received, unobserved, many precious and sly
gifts, and amongst them several little billets of the most sentimental
nature, containing enclosures of beautiful little stanzas, and cards of
address, &c.

Among this jealous group of inveterate gazers and admirers was always,
though most coy and least noticed, the sweet little "black-eyed maiden"
of whom I have said Daniel gave some account to the good lady who has
gone to the country, as having "kissed her hand and thrown bouquets of
flowers" to the "_Strong Wind_" from the back windows of her father's
house in George-street. The whole soul of the "_Strong Wind_," which,
until now, had been unchained and as free as the mountain breeze, was
completely enveloped in the soft and silken web which the languishing
black eyes, the cherry and pulpy lips, and rosy cheeks of this
devouring little maid had spun and entwined about it. He trembled
when he straightened his tall and elegant figure above the platform,
not that he was before the gazing world, but because _her_ soft black
eyes were upon him. His voice faltered and his throat was not clear
when he brandished his glistening tomahawk and sounded the shrill
war-whoop. This was not that the ears of hundreds, but that the ears of
ONE, were open to catch the sound.

His heart was now free, for a few days at least, from the dangers of
the first siege, the guns of which for the time were all silent. The
glances of his eyes and his occasional smiles were less scrupulously
watched; and now and then they could be welcomed by sweet returns. He
had now but one _real_ enemy in the field, and _his_ shafts, though
they went to his inmost soul, were every one of them welcome messengers
of peace and love.

Thus besieged, thus pierced and transfixed, the "_Strong Wind_" did
as much as he could to continue his natural existence, to eat his
accustomed meals, and to act his customary parts in the dance; but
efforts all seemed in vain. The sweet and balmy-sleep that had
been the pleasure of his untaught youth had fled; roast beef and
plum-puddings, his favourite bits, had ceased to please him; sighs and
long breaths had taken all the place of peaceful and equal respiration;
the paleness of his face showed there was trouble within; his noble
frame and giant strength were giving way; and save the devouring
pleasure that was consuming him, nothing was acceptable to him but
seclusion and his occasional mugs of _chickabobboo_.

All things at the Egyptian Hall went on as usual for several days,
the Indians giving their nightly entertainments, but without the
aid of the "_Strong Wind_," and consequently without the presence
of the "languishing little black eyes" that used to be seen peeping
over the corner of the platform. The reader (who has heard already
that the "_Strong Wind_" loved to ride home with this sweet little
creature--that he took his dishes of tea in her father's house, which
was next door--and that he often stayed there until twelve and one
o'clock at night) can easily understand how the time now passed with
the "_Strong Wind_," and how hopeless were to be the chances of the
good dame who had "gone to the country but for a few days, where she
had promised to go, but from which she was soon to return." The reader
who is old enough will easily understand also why the "_Strong Wind_"
grew pale; how it was that everything ceased to taste good--beautiful
things to look pretty; and why I had to translate, as well as I could,
the speeches of the Indians, who now had no better interpreter.

The exhibition-room continued to be filled night after night without
the presence of the "_Strong Wind_;" and at length, on one of these
occasions, the "jolly fat dame," who had gone to the country for a
few days, presented herself at the door as usual before the audience
had assembled. She was admitted by Daniel's kindness; and as she got
into the passage, the party of Indians came in from their omnibus,
and, passing her, gave her their hands, and as they passed on each
one gave a hideous yell. She seemed delighted at this, and, turning to
Daniel, said, "Oh, did you hear the poor fellows rejoicing? they are
delighted to see me back again." "Why, madam," said Daniel, "that was
the _war-whoop_; and when that is given, the tomahawk always follows."
She seemed a little startled at this; "But," said she, "the good
fellows, I have lots of fine presents here for them to-night; I can
make it all right with them I think. But I don't see Cadotte--I hope
he's not sick--he's a splendid fellow--I have not seen a man like him
in all my travels in the country, and I have been a great way. I have a
nice present for him, d'ye see?--is'nt that a fine brooch? I know he'll
like it." "But I fear you are too late, madam--I believe it is all over
with him." "What! you don't mean to say that he is dead?" "No, he's not
dead, but he's nearly as bad--he don't come here at all--he don't eat
or drink--he's pining away for that pretty little girl I told you of.
It's been all her doing: the foolish girl fell in love with him, and is
determined to have him, and I believe he will marry her." "Oh, pshaw!
fie on it! I don't believe a word of it;--they will get over it all in
a day or two." The kind lady after this took her position in the Hall
as usual, and during the exhibition smiled on all the group, and dealt
out her presents to them, and went home as usual well pleased.

Most curiously, all this affair of Cadotte's and the sweet-mouthed,
black-eyed little girl, had passed unnoticed by me, and I had of course
entirely mistaken his malady, having sent my physician to attend him.
His symptoms and the nature of his disease were consequently fully
understood by examinations of the patient and others who had watched
closely all the appearances from the commencement of his attack.
Getting thus a full report of the case, I held a conversation with Mr.
Rankin, who at once told me that it had been well understood by him
for some time, and that Cadotte had asked for his consent to marry
the young lady, and that he had frankly given it to him. I told him
I thought such a step should be taken with great caution, for the
young lady was an exceedingly pretty and interesting girl, and, I had
learned, of a respectable family, and certainly no step whatever should
be taken in the affair by him or me without the strictest respect to
their feelings and wishes. He replied that the mother and sisters were
in favour of the marriage, and had been the promoters of it from the
beginning; that the father was opposed to it, but he thought that all
together would bring him over. I told him that I did not know either
the father or the mother, but that, as long as there was an objection
to it on the part of the father, I thought it would be cruel to do
anything to promote it; and that, much as I thought of Cadotte, I did
not feel authorized to countenance an union of that kind, which would
result in his spending his life in London, where his caste and colour
would always be against him, and defeat the happiness of his life; or
she must follow him to the wilderness of America, to be totally lost to
the society of her family, and to lead a life of semi-barbarism, which
would in all probability be filled with excitements enough for a while,
but must result in her distress and misery at last. To these remarks
his replies were very short, evidently having made up his mind to let
them raise an excitement in London if they wished, and (as I afterwards
learned) if he could possibly bring it about.




                              CHAPTER XVI.

  Mr. Rankin resolves to take the Indians to the provincial
      towns--Exhibition advertised to close--The wedding in
      St. Martin's church--Great excitement--Its object--Grand
      parade through the streets in omnibuses--Rankin advertises
      "the beautiful and interesting bride" to appear on the
      platform at the Indians' exhibitions--Public disgust and
      indignation--Condemned by the Press--Rankin begins his
      exhibition--Denies Cadotte admission to the Indians' rooms,
      and dismisses him from his service--Rankin leaves London with
      the Indians--Author getting out his large work--The Indian
      portfolio--The "jolly fat dame" makes a visit to Daniel in the
      exhibition rooms--A long dialogue--Illustrious subscribers
      to the Author's large work--Emperor of Russia and Duke of
      Wellington review 10,000 troops at Windsor--The Emperor
      presents the Author a gold box--Author takes out a patent for
      "disengaging and floating quarter-decks, to save lives on
      vessels sinking or burning at sea."


At the commencement of this chapter we find the Indians still
proceeding with their amusements at the Egyptian
Hall, riding out during the day for fresh air and to see the city, and
enjoying their roast beef and _chickabobboo_; the interpreter laid up,
as described, and Mr. Rankin labouring to promote, and preparing for,
an event that was to give greater notoriety to himself and his party,
and ensure more splendid success through the kingdom, as the sequel
will show.

My opposition to his views in promoting the marriage of this love-sick
pair afforded him the suitable occasion of calling on me one morning
and advising me of a course which "he had been, he said, recommended
by many of his friends to pursue, which was, that (as he had now heard
me lecture on the modes of the Indians until the subject had become
sufficiently familiar to him to enable him to give the lectures well
enough himself) he could promote his own interest much better by
taking the Indians to the provincial towns, meeting all the expenses,
and taking all the receipts, instead of sharing with a second person,
which his friends thought was a great pity he should any longer do."
He represented that by such a course he could afford to do better by
the Indians, and he thought it would be decidedly for the interest of
both, and he had resolved to do it. I said to him that it was, to be
sure, a resolve which he could easily make, as we were under no other
than a verbal agreement, and entirely confidential, so that, if his
interest urged it sufficiently strong, there was no doubt that he could
do as he pleased, and that, under any circumstances, I should have but
one anxiety, and that would be for the welfare of the Indians under
his charge. I had so far done all I could to introduce them and him
properly. I had added my collection to their exhibition, to give it
additional interest. I had devoted my best efforts in lecturing on them
and their customs, and had succeeded (after lying still with them for
a month in London) in getting for them an audience of the Queen. By
these means I had rendered him and them a service, for which I wanted
no other return than the assurance that, wherever he went with them, he
should take good care of and protect them.

He said he had made up his mind to take them on his own hands in that
manner after an exhibition for ten days longer in the Egyptian Hall,
when he was to leave London on a tour to the provincial towns; and
he wished me to advertise these exhibitions positively to close on a
certain day. I then informed him that I should do so, and should freely
yield to his proposition to sever in the manner he had proposed, on
account of the accomplishment of the marriage, which he had assured me
was just at hand, and in the responsibility of which I was determined
to take no part. This I told him was an argument sufficiently strong,
without further comment, to incline me to meet his proposition without
the slightest objection.

I therefore advertised, as he had suggested, that the Indians could
only be seen in London that number of days; and from night to night
announced the same thing from the platform when giving my lecture;
and to the last day, at his request, stated that the Indians were
positively to leave London at that time. The next morning after we
had made this final close, and I had announced it as such to the
audience, advertisements appeared in the papers that "he had rented
the adjoining room to Mr. Catlin's, and on the same floor, for two
months--a much finer room, where ladies and others would be much better
accommodated; where the lectures in future would be given by Mr.
Rankin, _himself_, who had _lived all his life among the Indians_." And
in his advertisements, a few days after, he had the imprudence to state
that "_hereafter the beautiful and interesting bride of the 'Strong
Wind,' the interpreter, will make her appearance on the platform with
the Indians, and preside at the piano_."

This extraordinary advertisement, which of course was after the
consummation of the marriage, was inserted in all the London daily
journals, and was at once a key to all the absurd and disgusting
efforts that had been used to create an excitement on the occasion of
the wedding. It had been carefully announced that the wedding was to
take place at a certain hour in the day in St. Martin's church, that
ten thousand people might be waiting there for a chance to see the
novel spectacle of a beautiful London girl married to an Indian from
the wilds of America, and then to trumpet it through the city and
through the land where they were going, that the shillings might the
more abundantly pour in for a sight of the extraordinary pair that
were united in St. Martin's church in London, and the "beautiful and
interesting bride who was to preside at the piano" while the Indians
danced.

To make this affair more exciting, and its disgusting humbug more
complete, several omnibuses and coaches, drawn by four-in-hand,
were employed to convey the "beautiful and interesting bride" and
bridegroom, and Mr. Rankin and his attendants, through the streets
to and from the church where the ceremony took place. Each of these
splendid affairs was decorated with evergreens, ribands, &c.; and on
their tops, bands of music playing through the streets, and other
attendants, covered with belts and ribands, waving flags of various and
brilliant colours. These carriages were directed to be driven through
the principal thoroughfares of London, that the excitement and hubbub
might be the more complete, and that the greater number of shillings
might be turned into the exhibition-room.

The scheme, as a business one, was not without some ingenuity, but,
most unluckily for its projector, it did not exactly succeed. There
was too much sagacity in the London people and the London press not to
detect the object of the scheme, and too much good taste to countenance
and patronise it. The result was, and deservedly so, that it was
condemned by the press, and the project and its projectors held up to
public view in the light that they deserved.

The next day after his advertisement that "the beautiful and
interesting bride was to appear and preside at the piano," he put forth
another advertisement, stating that the bride _would not_ appear, as
announced the day before, owing to objections raised by some of her
friends, &c. These friends were nearly all the press in London, as well
as her father and her husband, who had never been consulted on the
subject, who were indignant at the step he had taken, and ordered him
to countermand his advertisement.

He then commenced his exhibition of the Indians in his new quarters,
and under the new auspices, necessarily without the additional
attraction of the new and beautiful bride, and also without the aid of
his interpreter Cadotte, whom he had turned out of his employment, and
to whom he had refused admission to the house to see his fellow Indians
or to hold any communication with them. Cadotte was thus driven to his
father-in-law's house, where he took up his residence, and Mr. Rankin
proceeded with his exhibitions, himself lecturing on their customs and
_interpreting_ their speeches to the audience, and all the various
communications of the audiences and the public to them, wherever they
went, without knowing five words of their language.

The extraordinary announcement which he had put in the papers of the
appearance of the "beautiful and interesting bride upon the platform"
had drawn a great crowd together at his first exhibition under the
new arrangement, and, from the odd mixture of people it had brought
together, begat some very amusing incidents worth recording. On
ascending the platform for his first lecture, amidst a room densely
packed, chiefly with working men and working women, whose application
to their tasks during the day had prevented them from getting a glimpse
of the beautiful bride of the "_Strong Wind_," and had now handed in
their hard-earned shillings, he soon found himself in the midst of
difficulties which it would seem that he had not anticipated.

In such a city as London there are always enough who do not read the
_contradictions_ of announcements (with those who won't believe them
if they do read them) to fill a room; and of such was his room chiefly
filled on this occasion--all impatient to see the beautiful bride of
the Indian, and full of expectation, though his second advertisement
had announced that "she would not appear." One can easily imagine the
difficulties with which he was surrounded, and the perplexing materials
with which he was about to contend in presenting himself as the
expounder of Indian modes, and that in the absence of the "beautiful
bride."

Curiosity to hear him give his first lecture on the customs of the
Indians, "who had spent all his life amongst them," led me into the
crowd, where I caught the following amusing incidents, which are given
as nearly as I could hear them amidst the confusion that soon took
place. Mr. Rankin had proceeded but a few sentences in his elucidations
when a voice from a distant part of the room called out, "Rankin! Mr.
Rankin!" "Well," inquired the lecturer, "what's wanted of Mr. Rankin?"
"Why, Sir, Mr. Rankin is advertised to lecture, and we expect to hear
him." "My name is Rankin--I am Mr. Rankin, Sir." "No, you are not Mr.
Rankin neither: why do you tell us that nonsense? Come now, _Arthur_;
you know me, old fellow: don't set yourself up for Mr. Rankin here;
you'll get yourself into trouble if you do." (Uproar, and cries of
"Turn him out, turn him out.") The voice continues, "Mr. Rankin! Mr.
Rankin! what has lived all his life with the Indians!" (Uproar.) "I
am Mr. Rankin, Sir: what do you want?" "You are _not_ Mr. Rankin; are
Mr. Arthur Jones, or was so when I knew you in New York." (Cries of
"Turn him out--shame, shame! the bride, the bride!" and hisses.) The
lecturer here advanced to the front of the platform and endeavoured
to frown the crowd into silence, but got nothing in return but "The
bride, the bride!" and hisses from various quarters. One of the men
in his employment unluckily at that moment seized hold of a little
square-shouldered working-man, standing just before me, who was
hissing, and was hauling him towards the door. The little man gathered
himself up, and brought his antagonist to a halt before he was half way
to the door. While grasping each other by the collar, the little man,
who was nearly lost sight of in the crowd, demanded the cause of this
violence on his person. "Why, Sir, you was hissing the lecturer, and I
was ordered to put you out of the room--that was all."

"So I did iss im, Sir, hand I'll iss again, hif I choose----ands hoff!
hif you please!" "You must go out, Sir." "Hout, Sir! [in a tremendous
voice.] I'll hax this haudience hif I am to go hout, or whether they
would prefer to ear the hobservations I hintend to make." There was a
general uproar here for a few moments, and the friends of the little
man seemed to predominate as they were gathering around him, and the
cry of "Hands off!" freed him from the difficulties with which he had
been beset, and encouraged him to demand an audience for a moment,
which was carried by acclamation all around the room. By stepping on to
the end of a bench near by, he become conspicuous above the heads of
the audience, and continued:--

  "Ladies hand Gentlemen, I opes I ave your haprobation?" (Shouts of
  approbation from all parts of the room; the Indians seated on the
  platform, and Mr. Rankin allowing the little working gentleman to
  proceed.)

  "My friends, I am a poor and to speak, and I did not hanticipate an
  event hov this sort. I came ere, like the rest of you, an ard-working
  man, to spend my shilling, hand for wot? To be umbugged, gentlemen?
  (Great applause.) To be oaxed, gentlemen? I calls it an impudent
  oax! I olds in my and the adwertisement of that gentleman haxing us
  to pay our shillings to see the bride of the Hindian wot was married
  yesterday; and we are now told that she is not to be ere, and that
  this is ol nothink.--I say it is _somethink_, gentlemen. (Great
  applause.) Wen it was said that this couldn't be elped, I issed im,
  and ee _hought_ to be issed, for I saw we was oaxed: I was then
  dragged by the andkerchief in a wiolent manner, but I hescaped unurt,
  and I am thankful that my woice can now be eard.

  "Hif this gentleman is really Mr. Rankin, or hif ee is not, its hol
  the same--wot's the hods? he as inwited us ere, to inale the ot
  hatmosphere of the Hegyptian All, to see the 'beautiful bride,' oom
  ee as been hinstrumental in leading up to the halter of Ymen, after
  making a great ubbub about it; and I esitate not to pronounce it
  an underanded business, that umbles a man in my hestimation, and I
  think it would ave been better for im to ave ushed up the wole think
  holtogether. (Applause.)

  "Gentlemen, I am appy to see that I ave your haprobation. Wen I
  look around me, I see that you are all working men like myself, and
  able to hunderstand me. You all know it's werry ard to be oaxed out
  of our shillings--wen prowisions is igh--wen work is scarce--wen
  we ave little to heat, and hobliged to lie hidle." (Applause, and
  Hear, hear.) A voice. "Mr. Rankin! Mr. Rankin!" A hundred voices!
  "The bride! the bride!--Turn him out!--Bagh!--The Indians! the
  Indians!--The workee! hear him out!--Mr. Rankin!--The Indians! the
  Indians! Police! the police!--Turn him out!--The bride! the bride!
  the bride! the bride!" &c. &c.

In the midst of all the din and confusion which it seemed now
impossible to suppress, the sudden expedient of Mr. Rankin succeeded,
and was probably the only one that could have done it. He thought of
his Indians, who were quietly seated on the platform, and prepared for
the war-dance; and the signal given, and "Sound trumpets, sound!" they
all sprang upon their feet and soon drowned the din and confusion in
the screams and yells of the war-dance.

By the time the brandishing of tomahawks and spears and war-clubs and
scalping-knives of this noisy affair was done, the attention of the
visitors had become so much engrossed with the spirit and novelty of
the scene, that they seemed generally disposed to dispense peaceably
with the expected treat of seeing the beautiful bride, and were quiet.
The little pugnacious working-man, however, arose again, as soon as
silence was restored, to resume his speech; and, asking "if he should
go hon," the response from every part of the house was, "No! no!" to
which he pertinaciously replied, "Well, then, I'll go ome, and see if I
can hearn hanother shilling in the place hov the one I ave given to see
those ill-looking wild hanimals, the Hindians."

The reader can easily understand why Mr. Rankin's stay with the Indians
in London after this was very short. Of his career and theirs in the
provincial towns, other historians will probably give some account,
and I refer the reader to them, being unable to give more than a very
imperfect account of it myself.

This sudden break-up of our establishment at the Egyptian Hall, just at
the commencement of the fashionable season, when considerable outlay
had been made, and the receipts daily increasing, was disastrous to
all parties, and particularly so to me, who had the Hall, at a heavy
rent, for three months longer, left on my hands. The excitement of
the exhibition being thus removed, my Indian collection, which had
already been three years in the same building, scarcely drew visitors
enough to meet its expenses, and I left its management entirely to my
faithful man Daniel, while I devoted my time, in an adjoining room, to
getting out my second book, shortly after published at the Egyptian
Hall--a large illustrated work, entitled '_Catlin's Hunting Scenes
and Amusements of the North American Indians_.' Several months being
necessary for the completion of this work, I resolved to hold my
collection in the Hall, as it was, until the expiration of my lease,
and then pack it up and return to the United States.

I was then, for a while, free again from the yells and stamps of the
Indians, and the excitements and anxieties attending their exhibitions;
and my exhibition room became a quiet and pleasant salon in which
to meet my friends, who frequently called, and I found were glad to
see me, even though I had no Indians with me. My work was advancing
fast, and I devoted my whole time to it, excepting when old friends
or persons of distinction called, when I endeavoured to be with them,
leaving the management of the room and entertainment of visitors
mostly to Daniel, who by this time was a perfect key to everything
in the room, provided he was turned the right way. He had all sorts
of visitors however--those who came for useful information, and
others merely to hear the war-whoop, and see the war-dance, supposing
the Indians to be still there. These, feeling provoked at their
disappointment, often took revenge on poor Daniel, by torturing him
with questions about the Yankees, repeal, &c., which would lead at last
to most exciting discussions on slavery, poor-laws and poorhouses,
United States Bank, national debt, annexation, wars in Afghanistan,
the Oregon question, the income-tax, and repudiation. As I have before
said, Daniel, with a strong mind, and well fortified with the facts
and dates relative to these subjects, was quite able to surprise his
assailants with his information on all these points, and of course to
provoke them in return. The consequence was that these debates often
ran too high, and, as soon as they arrived at a pitch of indiscretion,
I generally heard something of them in the adjoining room, and, leaving
my work, showed myself in the exhibition, which brought them to an
amicable issue.

There were others, again, who came to talk and learn more about the
Indians, whom they knew had gone away. Among such was one day the
"jolly fat dame," who stepped in merely to have a little chat with
Daniel; and, as will be seen, she was lucky in finding him alone, and
just in the humour to talk with her. There happened to be no cart
or carriage passing at the moment, to prevent me from healing her
melodious voice, as she entered, and rolled along, with her parasol
swinging in her hand.--"Well, Daniel" (who happened to be at the
farther end of the room), "I am so lucky to find you all alone for
once, for you always have such a possee around you! Daniel, you know
you and I have always agreed very well." "Yes, madam, I don't know
why you and I should have a falling-out." "Ah, well, we'll drop that,
Daniel--I believe I'll take a chair, I am so fatigued with those plaguy
stairs. Well, oh, but what a wonderful collection this is--Ha? what a
curiosity that man is--Mr. Catlin, I mean--what a life he _has_ led, to
be sure! Don't you think he has been married to some of those little
squaws? I'll be bound he has." "No, madam, I should doubt whether he
has. I think Mr. Catlin went into the Indian country, determined to
make this collection and to immortalize himself; and I have many a time
heard him say that he resolved never to get into any difficulty with
them about their women; and I think it was one reason why he succeeded,
and was everywhere treated with friendship." "Ah, well! may be so. But,
look ye, Daniel; that's been a sad affair with poor Cadotte, has it
not? what a foolish man, ha!"

"Why, I don't see that it was so foolish on his part as on that of the
girl."

"Oh, tush! but she's a silly little thing. She's pretty enough; but
what's that to such a man as Cadotte? She's no substance. He's a giant,
almost--what a grip!--I never felt the like in my life! Ah, well, I am
sorry--I felt quite an interest in Cadotte."

"I feel more sorry for the foolish girl," said Daniel, "for falling in
love with him--it was all her doing--she would have him, and wouldn't
take 'No' for an answer. I never saw the like in my life. She seemed
crazy for him; and they both cried like children about it for weeks,
and he was good for nothing else. She has got him now; and, as I said
before, I pity her, for she don't know what country she is going to,
nor what society she will have instead of that of her parents, and
sisters, and friends in London. The girl don't know what she will come
to, and therefore I pity her."

"Well, _I_ don't pity her a bit. Ah, yes, I am sorry she has been so
silly; but I pity _him_ the most. I care nothing about her; or--that
is--she ought to know better; but she's, as I told you, a silly little
thing. Ah, well, I have only been one night to see them since they left
Mr. Catlin. What a foolish thing that was! It will be the ruin of them
all. I am afraid they will come to want, poor things! I have only been
there one night! Cadotte was not there."

"No, madam, he won't join them any more. Rankin has turned him out of
the house, and out of his employ, because he wouldn't let his wife
appear in the exhibition and play the piano, as he had advertised."

"Noble fellow! I like him for that. Isn't that a fine spirit? I knew he
had it. But that little silly thing, she can't play. What do the public
care about a foolish girl's playing upon the piano?--Ridiculous! Well,
they have all gone, I suppose?"

"All but Cadotte and his wife, madam; they have not gone."

"What! you don't say so? Cadotte has not gone?"

"No; they are living together with the girl's father. Rankin has left
him, without anything but his wife, to get home to his own country in
the best way he can."

"Well, there's a brute for you; is'nt he--that Rankin? I always hated
his looks, d'ye see. Not gone, ha? What is he to do here? Will he stay
in London? Can't Mr. Catlin do something for him? He'd be just a good
hand now, to help you here, Daniel--to explain: you can't always be
here--there should be two of you. He comes here occasionally?"

"Oh, yes, he's here every day."

"Well, look ye, Daniel, I'll call again and see Mr. Catlin about it.
Something should be done. Mr. Catlin is a good fellow I know. I want a
long talk with him; he shall know my whole mind on this affair. I can't
stay now--I must go; but what a pity--ha, Daniel! Good day."

"Good day."

She was very near discovering me as she turned round and passed my
door; but Daniel smiled after she had gone out, and said he was quite
sure she had not seen me, as he had kept her conversation directed to
him, so that she should not turn her face round suddenly on me.

I was sorry that I had overheard this dialogue; but, as it had fallen
thus into my possession, I resolved to make the most prudent use of it,
believing it to contain the sum total of all she wished to say in her
"long talk" with me; and I directed Daniel, when she should call to see
me, to announce me "out of town," and himself to engross all that she
had to say, saving me from entering again upon an unpleasant subject,
which I considered now at an end.

Thus continued my labours and Daniel's, each one in his department, for
three months or more after the Indians had left, by which time my large
work was ready for publication (like the first one, "to be published by
the Author, at the Egyptian Hall, price five guineas in printed tints,
and eight guineas coloured), with a subscription-list headed by the
illustrious names of--

                  HER GRACIOUS MAJESTY THE QUEEN,
                  LOUIS PHILIPPE, KING OF THE FRENCH,
                         THE EMPEROR OF RUSSIA,
                       THE KING OF THE BELGIANS,
                     H.R.H. THE DUKE OF CAMBRIDGE,
               AND MANY OF THE NOBILITY OF ENGLAND.

The Emperor of Russia was at this time paying his visit to the Queen
of England; and my dear wife and myself took the occasion of the
grand pageant when the Emperor, with Prince Albert and the Duke of
Wellington, reviewed 10,000 troops at Windsor, to obtain a view of his
Imperial Majesty, which we did during the review, and, still more to
our satisfaction, after it was over, from behind the post of the gate
opening into the great park, where we had stationed ourselves, and
where his Imperial Majesty passed within reach of us. When the Emperor
and suite had passed by, I suddenly perceived in the passing throng J.
W. Webb, Esq., editor of the 'New York Inquirer,' and endeavoured, but
unsuccessfully, to overtake him.

A few days after this, the Honourable Mr. Murray was kind enough to
deliver to the Emperor the copy of my work subscribed for by his
Majesty; and, in a few weeks after that, sent me the following very
flattering communication:--

                                    "Buckingham Palace, June 14th, 1844.

  "Dear Sir,

  "The Emperor of Russia, having inspected your PORTFOLIO OF
  INDIAN HUNTING AND OTHER SCENES, was so much pleased with their
  spirit and execution, that he desired Count Orloff to send me a
  gold snuff-box, to be presented to you as a mark of his Majesty's
  gratification derived from the efforts of your pencil.

  "I acquit myself of this agreeable commission by sending you herewith
  a Russian box of gold and blue enamel, set in pearls, which will, I
  trust, prove to you a gratifying reminiscence of the Emperor's visit
  to England.

                                  "I am, my dear Sir,
                                       "Very faithfully yours,
                                                         "C. A. MURRAY.

  "_To Geo. Catlin, Esq._"

This most gratifying testimony of the Emperor's satisfaction with my
work was unexpected by me; and future pages will show that I received
evidences equally flattering from their Majesties the King of the
French and the King of the Belgians.

My large work being now published in London, and, like my former one,
kindly noticed and highly approved by the press, I felt as if my
labours in England were coming near to a close; and, having a little
leisure, I was drawing my little children (of whom I now had four)
nearer to me than ever, and with my dear Clara was endeavouring to
see the remainder of the sights of London before our departure for
our native land. This desired event was yet to be delayed a little,
however, by a circumstance that I must here narrate, not to leave the
reader in the dark as to the curious incidents and impulses of this
transatlantic part of my chequered life.

About this period occurred an unparalleled destruction of life at sea:
the "Solway" and other noble vessels striking on sunken rocks, and
going down in smooth water in sight of land, and hundreds of human
beings sinking with them to eternity. Human invention, roused by human
sympathy, was everywhere labouring to devise means for the preservation
of life in such cases; and my brain, like the brains of hundreds of
others, was busy in the same cause, when a plan suddenly suggested
itself, which appeared more practicable the more I contemplated it. I
deliberated on it much, and threw in my own way all the arguments I
could possibly raise against it; and amongst them, as the strongest,
the blind and deaf enthusiasm, which leads too many inventors to ruin.
No objections that I then raised or can yet raise, however, have
created in my mind a doubt of the feasibility of my plan, or of its
immense and never-ending importance to the human race. And, as the
sequel will show, I give the following information concerning it to
the world, not on my own account, but for those who may possibly be
benefited by it, or whom it may in any way concern.

On mature deliberation I decided, like other inventors, to avail myself
of a patent for my discovery; and, with that view, called upon a
patent-agent, who had been recommended to me by the highest authority.
On stating to him the object of my visit, I was invited to a private
room, where he stated that it was necessary that he should hear a
distinct description of my invention before he could tell whether it
was new, and whether it was a fitting subject of a patent. I replied
as follows:--"I believe, Sir, that there is but one effectual way of
saving the lives of the greater number of persons on board steamers
and other vessels sinking or burning at sea, and that an invention
applicable, for such a purpose, to all vessels (as there is never to be
an end to the increase of vessels and exposure of life on the ocean)
would be of the greatest importance to mankind, and would most richly
repay the inventor. A plan has suggested itself to me which I think
will have this effect; and if, after hearing it explained, you should
decide that it is new and of sufficient consideration, I beg you to
procure me a patent for it as soon as it can be obtained."

I then proceeded--"The patent I should ask for would be for
'_disengaging and floating quarter-decks of steamers and other
vessels for the purpose of saving human lives at sea_.' These I would
propose to build of solid timber or other material, resting upon and
answering all the purposes of quarter-decks; and, in case of the
sinking of a vessel, to be disengaged by means which I would set forth
in the specification, and capable of floating, as rafts, with all
the passengers and crew upon them. These rafts might easily be made
of sufficient strength to resist the force of the most violent sea;
and their shape being such as to prevent them from capsizing, there
would be little difficulty in preserving life for many days upon them.
They might be made to contain within them waterproof cases of sheet
iron or tin, to carry provisions and liquors, and also rockets for
signals, valuable papers, money, &c.; and, when driven on shore, would
float safely over a reef, where vessels and life-boats go to pieces
and the greatest loss of life generally takes place. In case of a
vessel on fire at sea, when it should be found that all exertions to
extinguish the flames were unavailing, all hands might retreat to the
quarter-deck, and the vessel be scuttled and sunk by slinging a gun
and firing a shot through her bottom, or by other means; and as she
goes down the flames of course are extinguished, and her passengers and
crew, and valuables, might be saved on the raft, as I have described."

When I had thus explained the nature of my invention, I asked the agent
whether he considered it new, and fit to be patented, to which he at
once replied, "You may rely on it, Sir, it is entirely new: nothing of
the kind has been patented; and it is a subject for which I think I can
get you what we call a 'clean patent.'" Upon this I at once authorized
him to proceed and procure the patent in the quickest manner possible,
saying that the money required for it should be ready as fast as he
should call for it. After this, and in further conversation about it,
he said, "I think remarkably well of the invention, and, though I am
not in the habit of giving encouragement to my employers, I say to you,
frankly, that I believe that when we have obtained the patent, the
Admiralty will buy it out of your hands and give it for the benefit of
the world at large."

Being thus authorized, he proceeded, and the patent was obtained in
the space of two months, and for which I paid him the sum of 130_l._
After I had received my patent, I met a friend, Mr. R----, to whom I
explained the nature of my invention; and, when I had got through, he
asked me who had been my agent in the business, and I told him; to
which he replied that it was very strange, as he believed that a friend
of his, a Captain Oldmixon, had procured a patent, in London, for a
similar thing, some five or six years before. He said he was quite
confident that it was the same thing, for he had heard him say a great
deal about it, and recollected his having advertised and performed an
experiment on a vessel in the river below the city; and advised me to
call on my agent and put the question to him. I did so, and he referred
to the published lists of patents for ten or twelve years back, and
assured me that no such name was on the list of patentees, and that I
might rest satisfied that no such patent had ever been taken out.

I then returned to my friend Mr. R----, and informed him of this,
telling him that he _must_ be mistaken. To which he replied, "No; since
you have been absent I have recollected more. I have found the address
of Captain Oldmixon's attorney who procured the patent for him, which I
give you; and I wish you would call on him, and he will correct me if I
am wrong."

I took the address and called on the attorney, whom I found in his
office. I asked him if he had taken out a patent for Captain Oldmixon
five or six years ago, and he replied that he had. I asked him if he
would be kind enough to tell me the nature of it, and he instantly
replied that it was for "disengaging and floating quarter-decks for
saving life." I then asked him if he had completed his patent by
putting in his specification, and he replied that he had, and that if I
would ask for it in a registry of patents in Chancery-lane I could see
it. I then inquired if it had been published in the manner that the law
requires, and he assured me it had. He further stated that he had been
for several years, and still was, engaged with it for Captain Oldmixon
before the Committee on Shipwrecks, with a prospect of getting the
Admiralty to take it up. With this information I returned immediately
to my agent, and, having explained it to him, he accompanied me to
the registry in Chancery-lane, where, on being asked if they had the
specification of a patent in the name of Captain Oldmixon, one of the
clerks instantly replied "Yes," and unrolled it upon the counter.

I read it over, and, finding it almost word for word like my own, and
the invention exactly the same, I said to my agent, "I have nothing
more to say or to do, but to go home and attend to my business." Nor
have I ever taken further pains about it. My agent, at a subsequent
period, wrote me a letter, expressing his regret that such a thing
should have happened, and enclosing a 10_l._ note, the amount, he said,
of his fees; stating that the rest had all been paid into different
offices, for which there was no remedy.

I have mentioned the above circumstance, as forming one of the many
instances of ill luck that have been curiously mixed with the incidents
of my life; and also to show the world how much circumspection and
caution are necessary in guarding one's interest, even amidst the
well-regulated rules and formalities of this great and glorious country.

Captain Oldmixon has my hearty wishes for the success of his invention;
and I hope that my allusion to it in the above manner will do him no
injury, but may be the cause of turning the attention of the world
towards it as a means of benefiting the human race.

I have informed the reader already that, just before completing the
above adventure, the Ojibbeways having left London, and my large work
being published to the world, I was turning my eyes to my native
country again, where, with my little ones and my collection, I was
preparing to go; but even this _was not to be_ as we had designed it,
for it was announced, just then, that another party of fourteen Indians
had arrived in Liverpool, and were on their way to the metropolis!
Life has its chapters, like the chapters of a book; and our days are
like the leaves we turn in reading it. We peruse one page ignorant of
what is contained in the next; and, as the chapters of life are often
suddenly cut short, so this chapter of my book must end here; and the
reader will start with me afresh, in a second volume, which commences
with a new enterprise.




                               APPENDIX.




                            APPENDIX.--(A.)

                         OPINIONS OF THE PRESS

                                   ON

                 CATLIN'S NORTH AMERICAN INDIAN MUSEUM.


    The following are a few of the very numerous eulogiums which the
    Press has passed upon the merits of this Collection, in England,
    France, and the United States, where it has been exhibited.


                             LONDON PRESS.


                         THE QUARTERLY REVIEW.

Mr. Catlin's object in visiting England with his Indian Gallery, it
would seem, is to sell his collection to our Government, and we most
sincerely hope that his reliance on the magnanimity of the British
people will not be disappointed. As a man of science, of enterprise,
and of true philanthropy, he is justly entitled to be considered as a
citizen of the world; and, although he reflects especial honour upon
the intelligent nation to which he is so proud to declare that he owes
his birth, yet, for that very reason, we are confident, a generous
feeling will universally exist to receive him with liberality here.

But, leaving the worthy artist's own interests completely out of the
question, and in the cause of science casting aside all party feeling,
we submit to Lord Melbourne, to Sir Robert Peel, to Lord Lansdowne,
to Sir R. Inglis, and to all who are deservedly distinguished among
us as the liberal patrons of the fine arts, that Mr. Catlin's Indian
collection is worthy to be retained in this country as the record of
a race of our fellow-creatures whom we shall very shortly have swept
from the face of the globe. Before that catastrophe shall have arrived,
it is true, a few of our countrymen may occasionally travel among
them; but it cannot be expected that any artist of note should again
voluntarily reside among them for seven years, as competent as Mr.
Catlin, whose slight, active, sinewy frame has peculiarly fitted him
for the physical difficulties attendant upon such an exertion.

Considering the melancholy fate which has befallen the Indian race, and
which overhangs the remnant of these victims to our power, it would
surely be discreditable that the civilized world should, with heartless
apathy, decline to preserve and to transmit to posterity Mr. Catlin's
graphic delineation of them; and if any nation on earth should evince a
desire to preserve such a lasting monument, there can be no doubt that
there exists none better entitled to do so than the British people; for
with feelings of melancholy satisfaction, we do not hesitate to assert
that throughout our possessions on the continent of America, we have,
from the first moment of our acquaintance with them to the present
hour, invariably maintained their rights, and at a very great expense
have honestly continued to pay them their annual presents, for which
we have received from them, in times of war as well as of peace, the
most unequivocal marks of their indelible gratitude. Their respect for
our flag is unsullied by a reproach--their attachment to our sovereign
is second only in their breasts to the veneration with which they
regard their "Great Spirit"--while the names of Lord Dalhousie, of
Sir Peregrine Maitland, and of Sir John Colborne, who for many years
respectively acted towards them as their father and as their friend,
will be affectionately repeated by them in our colonies until the
Indian heart has ceased to beat there, and until the Red Man's language
has ceased to vibrate in the British "wilderness of this world."
Although European diseases, and the introduction of ardent spirits,
have produced the lamentable effects we have described, and although
as a nation we are not faultless, yet we may fairly assert and proudly
feel that the English government has at least made every possible
exertion to do its duty towards the Indians; and that there has existed
no colonial secretary of state who has not evinced that anxiety to
befriend them which, it is our duty to say, particularly characterized
the administration of the amiable and humane Lord Glenelg.

                               ----*----

                         THE LITERARY GAZETTE.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery, Egyptian Hall._--We have now to announce
the opening of this exhibition, from visits to which every class of
the community, old as well as young, will reap much instruction and
gratification. Having recently described, from an American journal, Mr.
Catlin's seven or eight years' sojourn among the red races of North
America, we need now only say that his representation of them, their
country, their costumes, their sports, their religious ceremonies,
and in short their manners and customs, so as to enable us to form a
complete idea of them, is deserving of the utmost praise. There are
above 500 subjects in these spacious rooms, from a wigwam to a child's
rattle; and everything belonging to the various Indian tribes are
before the spectator in their actual condition and integrity. There
are, besides, a multitude of portraits of the leading warriors, &c.
&c., and other pictures of dances, ball-play, ambuscading, fighting;
and the whole supplying by far the most ample and accurate history of
them that has ever been published to the world. No book of travels
can approach these realities; and after all we had read of the red
men, we confess we are astonished at the many new and important points
connected with them which this Gallery impressed upon us. We saw more
distinctly the links of resemblance between them and other early and
distant people; and we had comparisons suggested of a multitude of
matters affecting the progress of mankind all over the earth, and alike
illustrated by similitudes and dissimilitudes. Indeed the philosophical
inquirer will be delighted with this exhibition, whilst the curious
child of seven years of age will enjoy it with present amusement and
lasting instruction.

                               ----*----

                             THE ATHENÆUM.

_The Indian Gallery._--This is the collection mentioned heretofore by
our American correspondent (No. 609), and a most interesting one it is.
It contains more than 300 portraits of distinguished Indians, men and
women of different tribes, all painted from life; and in many instances
the identical dress, weapons, &c. are exhibited which they wore when
their portraits were taken; and 200 other paintings, representing
Indian customs, games, hunting-scenes, religious ceremonies, dances,
villages, and said to contain above 3000 figures: in brief, it is a
pictorial history of this interesting and fast-perishing race. It
includes, too, a series of views of the Indian country; and we have
seen nothing more curious than some of the scenes on the Upper Missouri
and Mississippi, the general accuracy of which is beyond question. Mr.
Catlin has spent seven years in wandering among the various tribes,
for the sole purpose of perfecting this collection. As he observes,
"it has been gathered, and every painting has been made from nature,
by my own hand; and that, too, when I have been paddling my canoe or
leading my packhorse over and through trackless wilds, at the hazard of
life. The world will surely be kind and indulgent enough to receive and
estimate them as they have been intended, as true and fac-simile traces
of individual and historical facts, and forgive me for their present
unfinished and unstudied condition as works of art."

The value of this collection is increased by the fact that the red men
are fast perishing, and will probably, before many years have passed,
be an extinct race. If proof of this were wanting, we have it in the
facts recorded in the catalogue, of the devastation which the smallpox
has lately spread among them. Of one tribe, the hospitable and friendly
Mandans, as Mr. Catlin calls them, 2000 in number when he visited
them and painted their pictures, living in two permanent villages on
the Missouri, 1800 miles above its junction with the Mississippi, not
one now exists! In 1837 the smallpox broke out among them, and only
thirty-five were left alive; these were subsequently destroyed by a
hostile tribe, which took possession of their villages: and thus,
within a few months, the race became extinct--not a human being is
believed to have escaped.

                               ----*----

                             THE ART-UNION.

_Mr. Catlin's Indian Gallery._--Circumstances have hitherto prevented
our noticing this most admirable exhibition; but we have examined it
in all its parts with very minute attention, and have been highly
gratified, as well as much informed, by doing so. Mr. Catlin's
collection is by no means to be classed among the ephemeral amusements
of the day; it is a work of deep and permanent interest. Perceiving
that the rapid destruction of the aboriginal tribes by war, disease,
and the baneful influence of spirituous liquors, would soon cause all
traces of the red men to be lost, Mr. Catlin determined on proceeding
through their still untrodden wildernesses, for the purpose of gaining
an intimate acquaintance with their manners and customs, and of
procuring an exact delineation of their persons, features, ceremonies,
&c., all which he has faithfully and perfectly accomplished at no
small hazard of life and limb. It was not a common mind that could
have conceived so bold a project, nor is he a common man who has so
thoroughly accomplished it.

The arms, dresses, domestic implements, &c. &c. collected by the
industry of this most energetic of explorers are precisely as they
have been manufactured and used by their Indian owners, and form
a collection which every succeeding year will render more and
more valuable. The portraits of distinguished warriors, &c., the
representations of religious ceremonies, war-dances, buffalo-hunts,
&c. &c., are depicted by Mr. Catlin himself, and that with a force and
evident truth that bring the whole detail of Indian life in eloquent
reality before the eyes of the spectator. We have no hesitation in
saying that this gallery supplies the most effective and valuable means
for acquiring an exact acquaintance with the great American continent
that has ever been offered to the hunger and thirst after knowledge,
go prevailing a characteristic of the age. Mr. Catlin is about to
publish the details of his eight years' sojourn among the interesting
people with whom his portraitures have made us so familiar; and we
have no doubt that this work will render the stores of information he
has opened to us in his gallery entire and complete. As works of art
their merit depends chiefly on their accuracy, of which no doubt can be
entertained.

                               ----*----

                          LA BELLE ASSEMBLÉE.

_Mr. Catlin's Gallery of North American Indians._--Of all the
exhibitions that have been brought forward for the amusement of the
public, we must give this of Mr. Catlin the preference in every point
of view; it possesses not only present but future interest, for perhaps
not many generations may flourish and fade before nearly the whole of
the aboriginal tribes will be wholly extirpated. Wherever the imprint
of the white man's foot has flattened the grass of the prairie, it may
be looked upon as an ominous token to the unsuspecting native. The
broad lands of the owners of the soil are daily passing into the hands
of the stranger, and desolation comes where lowly comfort dwelt.

As historical records, these pictures, from the faithful pencil of Mr.
Catlin, are invaluable, inasmuch as they may be considered, in all
probability, the last and almost the only authentic remains of ancient
tribes, that are slowly but surely leaving nothing but a name behind.

                               ----*----

                               THE TIMES.

_Mr. Catlin's North American Indian Gallery._--A very curious
exhibition is opened in the Egyptian Hall, Piccadilly. It consists
of above 500 portraits, landscapes, views of combats, religious
ceremonies, costumes, and many other things illustrative of the
manners and customs, and modes of living and of battle, &c. of the
different tribes of North American Indians. Some of these pictures
are exceedingly interesting, and form a vast field for the researches
of the antiquary, the naturalist, and the philosopher. The numerous
portraits are full of character; they exhibit an almost endless variety
of feature, though all bearing a generical resemblance to each other.
The views of combats are very full of spirit, and exhibit modes of
warfare and destruction horribly illustrative of savage life. The
method of attacking buffaloes and other monsters of the plains and
forests are all interesting; the puny process of a fox-chace sinks into
insignificance when compared with the tremendous excitement occasioned
by the grappling of a bear or the butting of a bison. These scenes are
all accurately depicted, not in the finished style of modern art, but
with a vigour and fidelity of outline, which arises from the painter
having actually beheld what he transmits to canvas. The most curious
portion of this exhibition is, however, the representations of the
horrible religious ceremonies of several of the Indian tribes, and
the probationary trials of those who aspire to be the leaders amongst
them. These representations disclose the most abhorrent and execrable
cruelties. They show to what atrocities human nature can arrive where
the presence of religious knowledge is not interposed to prevent its
career. The exhibition also contains tents, weapons, dresses, &c.
of the various tribes visited by Mr. Catlin. These are curious, but
of secondary importance. The catalogue, which is to be had at the
exhibition-room, is a very interesting _brochure_, and will afford a
great deal of novel but important information.

                               ----*----

                           MORNING CHRONICLE.

_The Aboriginal Tribes of North America._--A pictorial exhibition of a
singularly interesting description has just been opened in the Egyptian
Hall, Piccadilly. It consists of portraits, landscapes, costumes, and
other representations of the persons, manners, and customs of the North
American Indians, painted by Mr. Catlin, an American artist, during
eight years' travel amongst their various tribes.

On Monday a numerous assemblage, comprising many distinguished
members of the fashionable as well as the literary world, visited
this extraordinary collection, and listened with the utmost curiosity
and interest to the details and explanations given by Mr. Catlin in
illustration of some of its most remarkable objects.

Mr. Catlin modestly apologizes for the unfinished character of his
pictures, considered as works of art. They are sketches rapidly and
roughly executed, as might be expected from the circumstances under
which they were made: but they are freely drawn with a strong tone of
colour; and being drawn and coloured immediately from nature, there
is a graphic truthfulness about them which places, as it were, the
very objects themselves before the eye of the spectator, and fills
the imagination with images of these ancient lords of the western
continent, now reduced to scattered remnants and fast disappearing
from the earth, a thousand times more distinct and vivid than could be
produced by volumes of description.

                               ----*----

                           THE MORNING POST.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--This is a very extraordinary collection,
consisting of an immense number of portraits, landscapes, costumes,
and representations of the manners and customs of the North American
Indians, among whom the artist-collector travelled for eight years,
extending his researches through forty-eight tribes, the majority of
whom speak different languages. The long room on the groundfloor of
the Egyptian Hall is covered from the roof to the floor, and nearly
the floor itself, by some thousands of specimens, real as well as
pictorial, of these interesting races, many of whom are now, alas!
nearly extinguished, under the civilizing influences of fire-water,
smallpox, and the exterminating policy of the government of the United
States, in which treachery has recently played a counterpart to the
most gratuitous despotism. "I have seen them in their own villages,"
says Mr. Catlin, "have carried my canvas and colours the whole way, and
painted my portraits, &c. from the life, as they now stand and are seen
in the gallery."

The collection contains 310 portraits of distinguished men and women
of the different tribes in the British, United States, and Mexican
territories; and 200 other paintings descriptive of river, mountain,
forest, and prairie scenes; the village games, festivals, and peculiar
customs and superstitions of the natives, exhibiting in all above 3000
figures; all, Mr. Catlin assures us, were taken from nature, and all by
his own hand! a truly Herculean undertaking, and evidently sustained
by an enthusiastic spirit, as well as a share of unconquerable
perseverance, such as falls to the lot of few artists in any country to
boast of.

                               ----*----

                           THE MORNING POST.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--This valuable collection of portraits,
landscapes, scenes from savage life, weapons, costumes, and an endless
variety of illustrations of Indian life, real as well as pictorial,
continues to attract crowds of spectators. We are happy to find our
prediction fully borne out by fact, that the exhibition only required
to be fully made known to the public to be properly appreciated. The
most pleasing attention is paid by Mr. Catlin and his assistants
to gratify the curiosity of visitors, to point out to notice the
peculiarities of the various subjects through which they wander, and
to explain everything which strikes the eye and attracts the observer
to inquire into its use or meaning. During our visit on Saturday
the company were startled by a yell, and shortly afterwards by the
appearance of a stately chief of the Crow Indians stalking silently
through the room, armed to the teeth and painted to the temples,
wrapped up in a buffalo robe, on which all his battles were depicted,
and wearing a tasteful coronet of war-eagle's quills. This personation
was volunteered by the nephew of Mr. Catlin, who has seen the red
man in his native wilds, and presents the most proud and picturesque
similitude that can be conceived of the savage warrior. His war-whoop,
his warlike appearance and dignified movements seem to impress the
assemblage more strikingly with a feeling of the character of the
North American Indian than all the other evidences which crowded the
walls. Subsequently he appeared in another splendid costume, worn by
the braves of the Mandan tribe, also remarkable for its costly and
magnificent head-dress, in which we see "the horns of power" assume a
conspicuous place. The crowds that gathered around him on each occasion
were so dense that Mr. Catlin could scarcely find space to explain the
particulars of the costumes; but we are glad to find he is preparing
a central stage where all may enjoy a full and fair sight of "the
Red Man" as he issues from his wigwam, clad in the peculiar robe and
ornaments of his tribe, to fight, hunt, smoke, or join in the dances,
festivals, and amusements peculiar to each nation.


                               ----*----

                        THE GLOBE AND TRAVELLER.

_Indian Knowledge of English Affairs._--Mr. Catlin, in one of his
lectures on the manners and customs of the North American Indians,
during the last week, related a very curious occurrence, which excited
a great deal of surprise and some considerable mirth amongst his highly
respectable and numerous audience. Whilst speaking of the great and
warlike tribe of Sioux or Dahcotas, of 40,000 or 50,000, he stated
that many of this tribe, as well as of several others, although living
entirely in the territory of the United States, and several hundred
miles south of her Majesty's possessions, were found cherishing a
lasting friendship for the English, whom they denominate Saganosh. And
in very many instances they are to be seen wearing about their necks
large silver medals, with the portrait of George III. in bold relief
upon them. These medals were given to them as badges of merit during
the last war with the United States, when these warriors were employed
in the British service.

The lecturer said that whenever the word Saganosh was used, it seemed
to rouse them at once; that on several occasions when Englishmen had
been in his company as fellow-travellers, they had marked attentions
paid them by these Indians as Saganoshes. And on one occasion,
in one of his last rambles in that country, where he had painted
several portraits in a small village of Dahcotas, the chief of the
band positively refused to sit, alleging as his objection that the
Pale-faces, who were not to be trusted, might do some injury to his
portrait, and his health or his life might be affected by it. The
painter, as he was about to saddle his horse for his departure, told
the Indian that he was a Saganosh, and was going across the Big Salt
Lake, and was very sorry that he could not carry the picture of so
distinguished a man. At this intelligence the Indian advanced, and
after a hearty grip of the hand, very carefully and deliberately
withdrew from his bosom, and next to his naked breast, a large silver
medal, and turning his face to the painter, pronounced with great
vehemence and emphasis the word Sag-a-nosh! The artist, supposing that
he had thus gained his point with the Indian Sagamore, was making
preparation to proceed with his work, when the Indian still firmly
denied him the privilege--holding up the face of his Majesty (which had
got a superlative brightness by having been worn for years against his
naked breast), he made this singular and significant speech:--"When you
cross the Big Salt Lake, tell my Great Father that you saw his face,
and it was bright!" To this the painter replied, "I can never see your
Great Father, he is dead!" The poor Indian recoiled in silence, and
returning his medal to his bosom, entered his wigwam, at a few paces
distant, where he seated himself amidst his family around his fire, and
deliberately lighting his pipe, passed it around in silence.

When it was smoked out he told them the news he had heard, and in a
few moments returned to the traveller again, who was preparing with
his party to mount their horses, and inquired whether the Saganoshes
had no chief. The artist replied in the affirmative, saying that the
present chief of the Saganoshes is a young and very beautiful woman.
The Sagamore expressed great surprise and some incredulity at this
unaccountable information; and being fully assured by the companions of
the artist that his assertion was true, the Indian returned again quite
hastily to his wigwam, called his own and the neighbouring families
into his presence, lit and smoked another pipe, and then communicated
the intelligence to them, to their great surprise and amusement; after
which he walked out to the party about to start off, and advancing to
the painter (or Great Medicine, as they called him) with a sarcastic
smile on his face, in due form, and with much grace and effect, he
carefully withdrew again from his bosom the polished silver medal, and
turning the face of it to the painter, said, "Tell my Great Mother
that you saw our Great Father, and that we keep his face bright!"

                               ----*----

                        THE GLOBE AND TRAVELLER.

_North American Indians._--An exhibition has been opened consisting
of portraits, landscapes, costumes, implements of war, articles of
commerce, and a variety of curiosities, illustrating the manners,
habits, and customs of forty-eight different tribes of the North
American Indians. The collection, which must prove highly interesting
to all who take an interest in the various modes of life existing among
our fellow-creatures in the different states and stages of savage life,
or comparative civilization, consists of 310 portraits of distinguished
men and women of the different Indian tribes, and 200 other paintings
descriptive of Indian countries, villages, sports, and pastimes; the
whole of which were painted by Mr. Catlin during a residence of eight
years among the different tribes. An additional interest is given to
the paintings by the various implements used by the natives, such as
bows, arrows, tomahawks, and scalping knives. There are even human
scalps, which illustrate one of the paintings representing the scalp
dance, in which the victors of one tribe exhibit, in one of their war
dances, the scalps of another whom they have vanquished. Among the
most spirited of the paintings, as works of art, may be enumerated
those of the voluntarily inflicted torments to which some of the tribes
subject themselves as proofs of their courage; those of the buffalo
hunts, buffalo fights, and of the prairies, which are all highly
characteristic productions. In speaking of the different items of
interest in this exhibition, Mr. Catlin and the cicerone should not be
forgotten, as they amuse the visitors with many of those interesting
personal anecdotes which travellers always abound in.

                               ----*----

                             THE SPECTATOR.

Catlin's Indian Gallery, at the Egyptian Hall, Piccadilly, is a museum
of the various tribes of North American Indians.

Mr. Catlin is an enterprising American artist, who has devoted eight
years to the delineation of scenes and persons, and the collection
of objects to form a permanent record of the characteristic features
and customs of the different tribes of Indians in North America,
now fast becoming extinct by the combined operation of smallpox,
spirit-drinking, and war. The walls of a room 106 feet in length are
entirely covered with portraits of Indian men, women, and children, in
their respective costumes, some small whole-lengths, others busts the
life-size, to the number of 310; and 200 views of landscape scenery,
native villages, games, customs, and hunting-scenes, all painted on the
spot. Besides the pictures, the dresses worn by several tribes, and a
numerous collection of weapons, pipes, ornaments, &c., are arranged
round the room; and in the centre is set up a wigwam of the "Crow"
tribe, a conical tent twenty-five feet high, made of buffalo-skins,
dressed and painted, supported by thirty poles meeting at the top, and
capable of sheltering eighty persons.

To attempt anything like a detailed description of the contents of such
a museum would require a volume; to characterize it generally in our
limited space is difficult. It would require hours of attentive study
to become fully acquainted with the multifarious articles. The several
tribes are distinguished in the catalogue: the dresses are all so
fantastic, and the physiognomies so varied, that it would be difficult
to class them.

The dances and other amusements appear anything but gamesome; and the
religious ceremonies of the Mandans, of which there are four scenes,
are horrible in the extreme. It is their annual custom to assemble
the young men in the "Medicine" or "Mystery" Lodge--the medicine-men
are a sort of mixture of the doctor, priest, and sorcerer--and after
being starved for four days and nights, they are tortured in the most
cruel manner to test their powers of endurance. The animal character,
sharpened and sometimes ennobled by the influence of moral qualities,
is strongly expressed in all the heads.

The scenery on the Missouri and Mississippi is remarkable for the
mixture of beauty and desolation, and an appearance of cultivation in
the wildest parts. Mr. Catlin's views bear the impress of fidelity
that belongs to pictures painted on the spot; and their freshness and
characteristic spirit more than atone for any defects of execution.
The scenes of buffalo-hunting are full of movement and energy; and the
groups of Indians are sketched with so much life and action, that the
scene appears to pass before you. Numerous certificates attest the
accuracy of the portraits and views. The robes and the tent covering
exhibit come curious specimens of the pictorial skill of the Indians,
which reminds one of the Egyptian and Mexican paintings; the outline
being strongly defined, and with attention to the characteristic
points. The dresses are very tastefully decorated with beads, feathers,
and skins; and the pipes, war-clubs, lances, bows, quivers, and shields
are profusely ornamented: the cradles are really beautiful.

Mr. Catlin is about to publish an account of his expedition, in which
the various objects in his museum will be more fully explained than in
the catalogue; previously to which he intends giving a sort of lecture
in the room descriptive of the people. In the mean time, a visit to
this "Indian gallery" will give a more lively and distinct idea of the
aborigines of North America, than a whole course of reading.

                               ----*----

                       THE CONSERVATIVE JOURNAL.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--This is, we believe, the first time that
the British public have had a fair opportunity, upon an extensive
scale, of making themselves acquainted with the personal appearance of
the various tribes of North American Indians, once constituting the
noblest race of savages that are mentioned in history, but of late
years sinking into all the depravity which the wicked race of white
traders has inflicted on them. These manly natives of the woods and
prairies of America, "the red men," as they are properly denominated,
are sinking fast in character, and gradually fading from human
existence, through the sordid and base traffic of the "pale-faces,"
who drive an infamous trade by bartering the execrable "fire-waters"
(rum and whisky) amongst these children of the wood, for the furs and
other produce of their hunting expeditions. Once these vile poisons
are swallowed by the aborigines, they lose all their manly and martial
energies, become sottish, feeble, and enervated in mind and body, and
appear as if conscious of their self-debasement.

With respect to the subjects of exhibition, they are chiefly portraits
of the most noted chiefs of the various tribes that formerly roamed
at large over the vast territory of which they were the natural
proprietors. There are also some of the females of note and others in
early life, who display attractions of feature and expression which
would not discredit the most civilized people. Amongst the chiefs
of greatest notoriety here is the celebrated chief "Black Hawk," on
whose keen eye and determined brow "no compromise" is plainly written
by the hand of nature. The eldest and second sons of this chief are
here also, and are worthy of the sire from whom they sprung. There
are also several other distinguished warriors of this tribe, which is
denominated the Sacs (Sauskies). There also are distinguished chiefs
and warriors of the following nations: the Konzas, Osages, Camanchees,
Pawneepicts, Sioux, Missouries, Mandans, Black Feet, A's-sin-ne-boins,
Delawares, Choctaws, Cherokees, &c., amounting to some hundred
portraits; besides views of fine scenery, buffalo-hunting, war and
other dances; a variety of weapons, dresses, some scalps, a wigwam, &c.
We hope soon to give a few interesting details.

                               ----*----

                                 ATLAS.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery, Egyptian Hall._--A room 106 feet in length
and of proportionate breadth and height, is occupied exclusively with
this most interesting exhibition. Its pictorial portion consists of a
vast series of portraits of the chiefs, the braves, the medicine-men,
and squaws of the numerous tribes and nations of Indians--the
aborigines of North America. Another lengthened series consists of
landscape views of scenery, the rivers, mountains, and prairies--the
homes and hunting-grounds of the Red Men. Illustrations of manners
and customs, including some of the most curious and valuable portions
of the gallery, form a third series of pictures, and these efforts of
the pencil extend to upwards of 500. They are not offered as specimens
of the art, although in that light they are by no means unworthy of
attention, but as a pictorial history of nations about to be swept by
the tide of civilization from the surface of the earth. As these bold
sketches were executed in the wigwam, in the tent, in the steam-boat,
in the forest, in the canoe, in storm and sunshine, amid strife and
smoke, and every possible variety of interruption and annoyance, their
existence is a miracle, and the artist may be proud of the fire and
spirit, the truth and energy, yes, and the freedom and power with which
he has, under such circumstances conveyed to canvas the vivid impress
of the ancient nobles of the forest and the prairie.

In eight years Mr. Catlin visited 48 tribes, including 300,000 Indians;
has painted 310 portraits from life, and all the scenic accounts we
have noticed. For the sake of the pictures, of the exhibition itself,
which is intensely interesting, and yet more for the important lesson
it teaches, we earnestly recommend the Indian Gallery to the attention
of the reader.

                               ----*----

                             THE BRITANNIA.

_Egyptian Hall, Piccadilly._--The suite of apartments composing
this unique building has been opened for the exhibition of Catlin's
Gallery of North American Indians, which comprises a museum of the
various articles used in domestic life and in war by the aborigines
who inhabit the Texas and adjoining country. Besides the articles
of dress and ornament, the instruments of chace and warfare, the
walls of the apartment are hung with a collection of 500 paintings,
which represent the figures of living Indian chiefs, their battles,
festivities, and domestic habits, as well as the scenery of the country
in the "far west," and the animals which inhabit it, being a faithful
representation of those distant regions.

At the farther end of the room is a wigwam of buffalo-hide, pitched
in the manner in which the natives arrange it; namely, in the form
of a tent, but somewhat more conical. The owner of this interesting
exhibition, Mr. Catlin, spent several years among the Pawnee, Sioux,
Crow, and other tribes, for the purpose of taking accurate delineations
of the noble races of Indians who still wander through the extensive
prairies in all their primary freedom and independence. The exhibition
will amuse the mere lounger as much as it will interest the curious and
reflecting.

                               ----*----

                         EAST INDIA CHRONICLE.

_North American Indians._--Of late years Cooper's American novels, and
various works of travels; and, more recently, the Hon. Mr. Murray's
and Captain Marryat's attractive volumes, have deeply interested us
respecting the Red Indians of North America, their derivation, manners,
customs, &c. Mr. Catlin, however, who has devoted eight years of his
life to these miscalled savage people, who are now rapidly fading
away from the face of the earth, sad victims of oppression, European
vice and European disease, is enlightening us still further upon the
subject. He has opened an exhibition at the Egyptian Hall, Piccadilly,
in which are assembled (all of his own painting) about 500 portraits
of Indian chiefs, warriors, squaws, &c.; landscapes and other scenes,
illustrating their warlike and religious ceremonies, their customs,
dances, buffalo hunts, &c. The portraits, many of them valuable even
as works of art, excite a strong and vivid interest from the almost
exhaustless variety and force of character which they display. Many
of the heads are bold and highly intellectual, and remarkable for
their phrenological developments. Several of the young squaws, too,
have considerable pretensions to beauty, with abundance of archness,
vivacity, and good humour. Then again there is an immense collection
of their weapons, pipes, musical instruments, dresses, &c.; amongst
them a child's cradle, or whatever it may be termed, in which the women
carry their children at their backs. It is impossible for persons of
any age to find themselves otherwise than instructed and gratified by
this exhibition. Besides what we have mentioned, Mr. Catlin lectures
thrice a week in the evening, with the assistance of living figures for
additional illustrations.

                               ----*----

                             THE JOHN BULL.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--Mr. Catlin is an American artist, who,
after eight years' toilsome travel, during which he visited forty-eight
tribes of the aborigines of his native land, and traversed many
thousands of miles, appearing to have crossed in nearly every direction
the vast plains which lie between the semi-civilized border and the
Rocky Mountains, has succeeded in forming a collection which he truly
terms "unique," and which ought to be so secured by the purchase of
some Government or other, as to be rendered what he fondly calls it,
"imperishable." He thus explains the motives which induced him to
undertake this labour:--"Having some years since become fully convinced
of the rapid decline and certain extinction of the numerous tribes of
the North American Indians, and seeing also the vast importance and
value which a full pictorial history of these interesting but dying
people might be to future ages, I set out alone, unaided and unadvised,
resolved (if my life should be spared), by the aid of my brush and
my pen, to rescue from oblivion so much of their primitive looks and
customs as the industry and ardent enthusiasm of one lifetime could
accomplish, and set them up in a gallery, unique and imperishable, for
the use and benefit of future ages."

A proof of the utility of his undertaking is the fact that one of the
most singularly interesting tribes which he visited, the Mandans, who
numbered 2000 souls in 1834, have been since wholly destroyed, not
a remnant of their race left--name, and line, and language utterly
extinct. Of the other tribes, too, many thousands have perished
since the period of his visit by the smallpox, which deadly disease
sweeps them off by wholesale; by the ardent spirits, still deadlier,
introduced among them by the traders, and by war. The red man seems
doomed to inevitable destruction; and despite the philanthropist, no
long period of time, it is to be feared, will elapse before he will
exist only by the aid of the "brush and pen."

Mr. Catlin has made 310 portraits of distinguished individuals of the
various tribes, and 200 other paintings illustrative of their manners,
games, religious and other customs, as well as portraying some of
the most remarkable scenery of the prairies and wilderness. They are
roughly executed, but are the more valuable as being evidently faithful
transcripts from the life. They occupy the entire of the large room of
the Egyptian Hall, covering the walls on either side, whilst in the
centre a long table is covered with Indian habiliments and weapons,
which likewise hang with bears' and other skins in profusion from the
ceiling, whilst the whole is crowned by a wigwam, a veritable wigwam,
brought from the foot of the Rocky Mountains. Will or can any one with
a spark of curiosity, not to name enthusiasm, in his composition,
begrudge a shilling for the sight?

                               ----*----

                           THE COURT JOURNAL.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--We must confess that, after the many
failures of exhibitions analogous to this, we did not go to it prepared
either to be pleased or to glean from it any novelty of information;
but we were most agreeably disappointed, and can assure our readers
that a more attractive exercise for the mind could not well have been
devised. We may, without hesitation, describe this immense collection
of portraits, landscapes, costumes, and representations of manners and
customs, as embracing a view of all the North American Indian tribes
(resident in the British and Mexican territories, and those of the
United States) now unexterminated! Out of the entire nations swept away
by whiskey, smallpox, and the aggressions of the whites, about 300,000
souls remain; and of these the numbers become every year more and more
reduced, so that ultimately we may calculate with certainty that they
will

          "Leave not a wreck behind."

Under this impression Mr. Catlin has done well and wisely to "devote
more than eight years of his life to the accomplishment of so great a
design" as that of creating their pictorial history.

Mr. Catlin states that every painting has been made from nature, and
by his own hand, many of them in the intervals of paddling a canoe, or
leading a packhorse through trackless wilds, at the hazard of his life;
that he has visited these people in their own villages, and painted
their portraits (certificated by the United States authorities) on the
spot.

The room in which this exhibition takes place is on the ground-floor
of the Egyptian Hall, and is 106 feet in length. In the centre is a
very handsome "Crow lodge or wigwam," brought from the foot of the
Rocky Mountains. It is made of buffalo-skins garnished and painted.
The pine-poles are thirty in number, and the interior will hold eighty
persons. On a table near this tent are lances, calumets, tomahawks,
scalping-knives, and scalps; and above, men's and women's dresses,
bows, spears, shields, moccasins, war-clubs, drums, &c. Around are
hung the numerous paintings in oil, comprising portraits, landscapes,
ceremonies, games, manual occupations, hunting excursions, councils,
and feasts.

The portraits are very characteristic, the men being for the most
part tidy, with one or two striking exceptions, and the young women
remarkably handsome. The landscapes are clearly painted, and the
ceremonies are very amusing in some instances and very horrible in
others. Those which please us most are the hunting and travelling
sketches, and one or two of "the fury of the fight!" For instance, No.
486, "Bogard, Batiste, and I, chasing a herd of buffalo in high grass,
on a Missouri bottom," is one of the most spirited things that can be
imagined; and so also is No. 471, "A Camanchee warrior lancing an Osage
at full speed."

The great merit of these oil sketches is their manifest correctness,
not to a line or the mere making out of a horse's head or some portion
of dress, but to the action and the scene. Not only the portraits, but
the landscapes and groups, have a certificate of identity.

We recommend to all the "Descriptive Catalogue," which is very amusing,
and is necessary to the elucidation of customs and localities. At the
private view to which we were invited on Tuesday there was a very
numerous assemblage of persons of distinction.

                               ----*----

                           NEW COURT GAZETTE.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--This interesting exhibition consists
chiefly of portraits of the most distinguished warriors and chiefs of
the various tribes, besides views of fine scenery, buffalo hunting, war
and other dances; a vast variety of weapons, dresses, some scalps, a
wigwam, &c. The collection also contains some of the females of note,
who display attractions of feature and expression which would not
discredit the most civilized people. Amongst the chiefs of greatest
notoriety here is the celebrated chief "Black Hawk." The eldest and
second sons of this chief are here also, and are worthy of the sire
from whom they sprung. There are several other distinguished warriors
of this tribe and others, amounting to some hundred portraits. We can
strongly recommend our readers to attend; they will then, for the first
time, become acquainted with the real manners and customs of these
"before-misrepresented people," who are fast sinking from the face of
the earth.

                               ----*----

                        LONDON SATURDAY JOURNAL.

_Mr. Catlin's Indian Gallery._--In visiting it, indeed, the town-bred
admirer of the freedom and grandeur of "savage life" might find
somewhat, at first sight, to feed his sentimental fancies. Round the
room, on the walls, are portraits of Indians, remarkable specimens
of the true animal man; arrayed in their holiday dresses, tricked
out in all the variety of savage fancy, and many of them as evidently
and consciously "sitting for their portraits," as the most pedantic
and affected superficialist of civilization. With these we have many
glimpses of the scenery and state of existence connected with "life
in the wilds." The far stretching prairie; the noble river and its
"reaches," and "bluffs," and waterfloods; the shaggy bison, whose
tremendous aspect makes him fearful, even in the stillness of a
picture; the more terrible grisly bear; the Indian "at home," and the
the Indian "abroad," with stirring hunting scenes, enough to rouse
one's blood, and to make an unfledged adventurer long to dash away, and
try one's skill and courage in an encounter with horned monsters, or
even that "ugly creature" before whom the "strongest bull goes down."

                               ----*----

                         KIDD'S LONDON JOURNAL.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery, Egyptian Hall._--By a visit to this
exhibition, every class of the community, old as well as young, will
derive much instruction and gratification. Mr. Catlin's representation
of the red races of North America, their country, their costumes,
their sports, their religious ceremonies, and, in short, their manners
and customs, so as to enable us to form a complete idea of them, is
deserving of the utmost praise. There are above 500 subjects in these
spacious rooms, from a wigwam to a child's rattle; and everything
belonging to the various Indian tribes are before the spectator in
their actual condition and integrity. There are, besides, a multitude
of portraits of the leading warriors, &c., &c., and other pictures
of dances, ball-play, ambuscading, fighting; the whole supplying
by far the most ample and accurate history of them that has ever
been published to the world. No book of travels can approach these
realities; and after all we had read of the red men, we confess we
are astonished at the many new and important points connected with
them which this gallery impressed upon us. We saw more distinctly the
links of resemblance between them and other early and distant people;
and we had comparisons suggested of a multitude of matters affecting
the progress of mankind all over the earth, alike illustrated by
similitudes and dissimilitudes.

                               ----*----

                          SCOTSMAN--EDINBURGH.

_Mr. Catlin's Lectures on the North American Indians._--Numbers of
fashionable persons still continue to attend the Rotunda to inspect
the varied curiosities belonging to this interesting tribe. We have
much pleasure in publishing the following testimonial from a gentleman
well qualified to pronounce an opinion, on the remarkable fidelity and
effect of Mr. Catlin's interesting and instructive exhibition:--

                                 "Cottage, Haddington, 15th April, 1843.
  "DEAR SIR,--I have enjoyed much pleasure in attending your
  lectures at the Waterloo Rooms in Edinburgh. Your delineations of the
  Indian character, the display of beautiful costumes, and the native
  Indian manners, true to the life, realised to my mind and view,
  scenes I had so often witnessed in the parts of the Indian countries
  where I had been; and for twenty years' peregrinations in those
  parts, from Montreal to the Great Slave River north, and from the
  shores of the Atlantic, crossing the Rocky Mountains, to the mouth of
  the Columbia River, on the Pacific Ocean, west, I had opportunities
  of seeing much. Your lectures and exhibition have afforded me great
  pleasure and satisfaction, and I shall wish you all that success
  which you so eminently deserve, for the rich treat which you have
  afforded in our enlightened, literary, and scientific metropolis.

                     "I remain, dear Sir, yours very truly,
                                                "JOHN HALDANE."
  "To George Catlin, Esq."

The following is an extract of a letter received some days since by a
gentleman in Edinburgh, from Mr. James Hargrave, of the Hudson's Bay
Company, dated New York Factory, Hudson's Bay, 10th December, 1842:--

  "Should you happen to fall in with 'Catlin's Letters on the North
  American Indians,' I would strongly recommend a perusal of them for
  the purpose of acquiring a knowledge of the habits and customs of
  those tribes among whom he was placed. Catlin's sketches are true
  to life, and are powerfully descriptive of their appearance and
  character."


                          UNITED STATES PRESS.


                       THE UNITED STATES GAZETTE.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--The conception and plan of this gallery
are in a high degree ingenious and philosophical. While it seems to
the careless victor to be only a very animated representation of
some of the most striking incidents in Indian life, it is in fact so
contrived as to contain an intelligent and profound exposition of all
that characterizes the savage in mind, in memory, and in manners; a
revelation of the form and qualities of his understanding, of the
shape and temper of his passions, of his religious impressions and the
traditions which have given them their hue, and of the mingled ferocity
and fun, barbarity and _bonhomie_, which streak his character. These
are the matters that are brought out by a study of these pictures;
and they show, on the part of the originator of this museum, a
comprehension and reach of understanding which of themselves merit the
name of genius. The execution is as happy as the purpose is judicious.
No artist in this country possesses a readier or more graphic pencil;
perhaps no one, since Hogarth, has had in so high a degree the faculty
of seizing at a moment the true impression of a scene before his eyes,
and transferring it to the canvas. And as a refined and finished
portrait-painter, his large picture of Osceola alone sets him on a
level with the most accomplished professors in any part of the States,
and shows what eminence and what emolument might have been achieved
by him had he devoted himself to that narrower branch of his art. The
great and unshared merit of these sketches lies in the circumstance
that there is nothing either in the grouping or the detail in anywise
imaginary, but that every scene which his collection contains was
copied by him from life, while the original was before him. Of the
tribes thus represented, some have already, in the interval since these
drawings, been entirely swept away from the earth, and it is plain that
others, who escape that fate, will, as they are more nearly approached
by the whites, lose much that is distinctive in their character and
habits, and in a few, probably a very few years, the only memorial of
the bravery, the sufferings, the toils, sports, customs, dresses, and
decorations of the Indians, will be Catlin's Gallery.

We feel great pride in stating that Mr. Catlin is a native of
Pennsylvania. His birthplace, we are informed, is the valley of the
Wyoming. There, probably, he acquired that fondness for the free wild
life of the huntsman and forester that has led him so far from the
tame continuance of cities, and has made the privations of that remote
existence tolerable. There, too, he must have imbibed in early youth
that love of the chace, and that sympathy with its noble excitements,
which has made him out of sight the best exhibitor of the sports of
the West that ever yet employed pen or pencil in illustration of the
magnificent diversions that gave a dash of sublimity to the occupation
of those dwellers by the sources of the Father of Waters. We, too, have
seen something of that stirring Western life, and have had a taste of
its delights and dangers, though we pretend not to a tithe of the lore
here brought out. We know, perhaps, enough to judge of what is well
done in this department, and we can testify strongly to the prodigious
superiority of Mr. Catlin in the conception of the hunting-scenes,
in the appreciation and selection of its strongest points and most
interesting moments, and in the vigour and power with which the whole
is presented, over Mr. Irving. Mr. Irving's style is, at all times,
nicer and more fastidious than suits our taste; certainly it is too
dainty to be capable of expressing the roughness and energy of those
exhibitions. It may be that we ought not to have Indian life at all,
but if we are to have it, let us have something of the heartiness
and strength which make it what it is, and let there be some harmony
between the subject and the manner. In Irving's dialect there are no
terms for the utterance of what is most peculiar on those occasions;
the harp-like gentleness of his tones and regularity of his pauses
cannot present the hurry, helter-skelter dash and drive of those
impetuous onsets and those breathless contests. His descriptions of
the buffalo-hunt remind us of Finden's engraving of a ragged peasant,
wherein the ravelled coat seems fringed with lace, and the cap seems
tasselled with flakes of the ermine. Catlin brings forward the scene in
all the rudeness and the raciness of reality.

Upon the whole, Mr. Catlin has accomplished a work which will for ever
associate his name in the highest rank of honour, with a subject that
will interest the civilized world every year more and more through all
coming time. We have learned with great regret that he will certainly
take his museum to England in the course of a few weeks. We know too
well how it will be valued there, to imagine that it will ever be
permitted to come back.

                               ----*----

                       THE PHILADELPHIA GAZETTE.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--We cannot notice this collection too often.
It is one of those productions which illustrate, in an eminent degree,
the observation of Playfair, that when the proper time has arrived
for some great work to be performed, some individual is raised up by
Providence whose position and character and capacity precisely fit him
for accomplishing the design. For reasons that will be appreciated
by the philosopher, the philanthropist, and the theologian, as well
as considerations that address themselves to the curiosity of the
man of general knowledge, it was particularly desirable that a full
and authentic record should be given to the world of the national
characteristics of a race whose history is so peculiar, whose condition
is so curious, and whose speedy extinguishment is so certain, as
those of the North American Indians. Accordingly, when it is plain
that the moment has arrived beyond which the portraiture of their
state cannot any longer be delayed, if it would be known that they
are in that native predicament which has been in nowise modified by
European intercourse, a man appears whose birth in a spot of which
the traditions are so strongly interfused with the memory of the
Indian (the Wyoming Valley), has caused his imagination to be deeply
impressed, even from his earliest youth, by the character and actions
of this people; who is endowed by nature with the hand and eye of
a painter, and who passes through a professional education which
advances his talent to the skill of an accomplished artist, and who has
inherited a fortitude of spirit, an elevation of purpose, and a vigour
of limb, which render him competent to encounter the dangers, the
discouragements, and the difficulties which of necessity lie along the
path to the object in question. The man is willing to devote the best
years of his life to the task of working out a great picture of those
tribes of savages which are separated by 2000 miles from the farthest
settlement of his nation.

One of the most remarkable tribes which has yet been found on this
continent was that of the Mandans. They were more advanced in the
knowledge of domestic comforts, and were distinguished for more
intelligence and a higher sense of honour than any of their brethren.
They possessed certain very extraordinary and interesting annual
religious celebrations, which were in part a commemoration of the
Deluge, and contained, amongst other things, an allusion to the twig
which the dove brought back from Noah to the earth. Mr. Catlin was the
first white man who was ever admitted to inspect these ceremonies in
the sacred hall in which they were performed for four days. He made
several large and very copious paintings of the scenes which were
presented to him; and he sketched almost all that was striking in the
character of this tribe. The next year the whole of this nation was
swept away by the smallpox; not an individual man, woman, or child
survives; and the world possesses no other knowledge of this people or
their traditions than is contained in these pictures in the gallery of
Catlin. Fortunately they present us with as full and satisfactory a
representation as could be desired.

We believe that all who have visited this collection have formed but
one opinion as to its interest and excellence. We would remind our
readers that this gallery will remain open for their inspection but a
short time longer before its final removal to England.

       *       *       *       *       *

_Mr. Catlin's Gallery of Indian Paintings._--We congratulate our
citizens on the opportunity they have now presented to them of
witnessing the results of Mr. Catlin's labours and travels among the
tribes of Aborigines inhabiting the Rocky Mountains and the prairies
of "the far West." Mr. Catlin spent many years among these tribes, at
the imminent risk of his life, and at an incalculable cost of comfort,
solely with the view of taking likenesses and sketches from life and
nature, and of representing these "children of the forest" in their own
peculiar costumes, and as he found them in their own native wilds.

Of the accuracy of his likenesses we have the most undoubted testimony;
and of the sketches of scenery, dances, hunting parties, &c., we may
venture to say they are graphic, bold, and free. We know of nothing
from which one who has never seen the Indian in his untamed character
can derive so accurate a knowledge of these fast-disappearing natives
of the soil as from this gallery.

We would throw in a word in favour of the young--let them by all means
see this gallery.

                               ----*----

                   THE PHILADELPHIA WEEKLY MESSENGER.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--Mr. Catlin's gallery of Indian pictures
and curiosities has recently been opened at the Arcade for the
inspection of the citizens of Philadelphia. In common with other
lovers of amusement, we have visited this collection, and have found
that it fully justifies whatever has been said by those who visited
it in Boston and New York, and described it as the most surprising,
entertaining, and instructive exhibition which the efforts of American
genius have ever brought before the country....

In this stage of human knowledge Catlin resolved to devote the labours
of his life to exploring the condition, customs, character, and conduct
of this people, and to bring home a record of their being, which should
be to the world a possession for ever. He has fulfilled this purpose.
He has lifted the veil on which was written "ignorance," and he has
shown to his countrymen the peculiarities of a life which is competent
to instruct philosophy with conclusions that it has never dreamt of,
and entertain curiosity beyond the compass of the wildest fables.

                               ----*----

                     THE PHILADELPHIA EVENING POST.

The subjects of Mr. Catlin's pencil, his histories and delineations,
are of a noble race. The Camanchees, the Mandans, the Pawnees, the
Blackfeet, Sioux, Crows, Assiniboins, Omahaws, &c. &c., who have not
yet sunk beneath the withering associations of white people, who on
their native prairies stalk with noble pride and independence, who
manufacture their own dresses from the skins of the mountain sheep
and buffalo, and use their spears, bows and arrows, in preference to
fire-arms, and with courtly pride and hospitality welcomed the artist,
and honoured him for his talents of delineation, as a nobleman of
nature, infinitely superior to the mercenary race of traders and Indian
agents, who plunder and cheat them when opportunity offers.

The Indian is truly fortunate in having so faithful and industrious
a champion, historian, and painter as Mr. Catlin, who will no doubt
rescue their name from the mass of trading libellers that have so long
corrupted and then slandered them. With a remarkable assiduity and
perseverance he has devoted many years of his life, and much pecuniary
means, in preparing a magnificent collection of their dresses,
instruments, ornaments, portraits, &c. For ourselves, we anticipate
one of the most original and curious works that has been issued from
the press for many years, for Mr. Catlin has struck out a new path to
fame and fortune, and while he leaves a memorial of the true Indian
uncorrupted native character, he makes a lasting name for himself.

                               ----*----

                       THE NEW YORK EVENING STAR.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--We would remind those who have not yet
visited this extraordinary collection, that it will be closed after the
lapse of a single week, and that it will never again be exhibited in
America. There will never be presented to our citizens an opportunity
of inspecting one of the most remarkable and entertaining works that
the genius and labour of an individual has created in this age and
country; and those who neglect this occasion of examining this most
curious monument of talent and enterprise will have missed for ever one
of the noblest spectacles at which patriotism can refresh its pride,
or reason can inform its curiosity. Mr. Catlin has received permission
from the English Chancellor of the Exchequer to import his museum into
England free from duty, a saving to him of about two thousand dollars.
He will sail for that country in the course of the summer, and the
indifference of America will have surrendered to her rival what the
labour of an American had created for herself.

In our opinion nothing could redound more to the patriotism, national
pride, and honour of our country, than the purchase by Congress of
this rare collection of aboriginal curiosities, to enrich a national
museum at Washington. Such an object is by no means unworthy the
attention of the nation; and as in the lapse of a few more years all
traces of this interesting people will have passed away, or but a small
remnant of them remain in their wilderness asylum almost beyond the
ken of civilized man, such a depository of the relics peculiar to this
wonderful people would possess an interest which would be immeasurably
enhanced when their existence as a nation was for ever blotted out, as
from present indications it inevitably must be. Located at the capital,
members of Congress and public-spirited citizens of the far West
could from time to time contribute to the common stock, until, in the
course of a few years, a national museum of Indian curiosities would
be formed to perpetuate their manners, customs, and costumes, that
would be a monument to the taste and public spirit of the nation to the
latest generation. The facilities possessed by the Government for the
successful prosecution of so noble a design commends it forcibly to the
consideration of Congress. And as it is not yet too late, we trust, to
secure the co-operation of Mr. Catlin in furtherance of an object so
congenial with his views, and which would at the same time ensure him
a just reward for his enthusiastic devotion to this noble enterprise,
without being compelled to seek it in a foreign land, we would fain
hope that his stay among us would be prolonged until measures were
taken to call the attention of Congress to the subject. Should this
suggestion be favourably received, and it be found that the engagements
of Mr. Catlin do not preclude its being carried out, we trust the
project will enlist warmly the interest of our public-spirited and
patriotic citizens at an early day.

We have already spoken once or twice at some length of the value and
interest of this exhibition. It addresses itself to the feelings of the
rudest observer, and engages the imagination of the idlest visitor,
by revealing, with amazing copiousness, the whole interior life and
customs of a people singular and striking beyond the speculations
of romance, and so separated by position, by distrust, and enmity,
that no one has ever before seen what this man has sketched. To the
philosopher, the philanthropist, the moralist, and the man of science,
it presents matter equally attractive and important, in those higher
regards with which they are conversant, with that which amuses the
fancy of the rude. By all it will be found a storehouse of wonders,
which will surprise the mind in present observation, and gratify the
thoughts in all future recollection.

                               ----*----

                       THE UNITED STATES GAZETTE.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--I am grieved to see that this noble product
of American genius is in a few days to leave its native soil, without
any effective efforts having been made to ensure its permanent return.

I did hope that individual disposition would be matured into common
action, and that at any price a treasure so honourably, so peculiarly
American, would be kept from passing into European hands.

Is it _yet_ too late to avert such a result? Cannot we yet prevent such
a spot upon our city's bright escutcheon?

With what feelings will our descendants enter some department of the
British Museum, or some _Palais_ or _Musée_ in the city of Bourbons,
to see a treasure thus surrendered by their fathers? Can they boast
of Catlin's _powers_ as a national glory? Others can point to the
possession of the _fruits_ of them as our national disgrace.

Whether in justice or in wrong, our treatment of the Indian nations has
been a reproach to us through the world. Let it not be in a stranger's
power to show how noble and how elevated a race we are thus accused of
having injured.

Let it not be said that while America has extirpated them from
existence, France or England has preserved the only memorial of what
they were.

It is at all events yet in the power of each to _visit_ the collection
in his own country. Let no man who bears the honoured name of an
American fail to do so. He has no idea of what the rude forefathers
of his forests were. He has never had Indian existence in its varied
forms presented to him in such life-like reality, never before so much
relating to this people so systematically brought together. In the
labours of Catlin's hand and in the achievements of his pencil, we and
our descendants must now look for the history of our national ancestry.

                               ----*----

                         THE AMERICAN SENTINEL.

_Catlin's Gallery._--Mr. Catlin's extraordinary exhibition of Indian
curiosities and paintings will be closed, as we learn from his
advertisement, in the course of a few days. This is the last exhibition
that will be made of this wonderful collection in the United States, as
it will be taken to England at once and there be disposed of. We trust
that every one who has a spark of rational curiosity or national pride
will visit a work which, above every other that we are acquainted with,
is fitted to gratify both.

We do not think that, all the circumstances being taken together,
there has been produced in this age any work more wonderful or more
valuable. The hardy enterprise of the forest-born adventurer must unite
with the tact and skill a very accomplished diplomatist to carry a man
through the scenes which Catlin has visited; and the observation of a
philosophical genius must be joined to the ready skill of a thoroughly
furnished artist, to bring back from those scenes of savage life such
illustrations as Catlin now presents. This age will send forth no such
man; and should such appear at any future period, he will be too late
for the performance of this task.

This museum possesses in itself more to amaze and delight than any work
to which we can point. The very spirit of savage existence is unsphered
before us as we contemplate these graphic sketches. We feel the freedom
and enthusiasm which mark the life of the hunter and the warrior of
the west, fascinating above all the attractions of civilized being. We
are pleased, astonished, charmed by the variety and strangeness of the
spectacles brought before us.

No parent should suffer himself to feel that he has done justice to his
children until he has taken them to view this gallery, which will never
again be open to their inspection. No citizen should suffer it to leave
the country until he has fully possessed himself of all that it reveals
respecting the aborigines of his country.

                               ----*----

                       THE UNITED STATES GAZETTE.

_Mr. Catlin's Views of the Far West._--There can be no mistake or
exaggeration in pronouncing the exhibition of these views of the
scenery and natural history of the western country the most important
and interesting object for public attention which has ever been offered
to the eastern division of the United States.

It has been with a fascinating degree of feeling and adventure that
Mr. Catlin has gone over the immense plains of the west, and employed
himself with pallet and pencil among all the scenes he could select
of landscape and natural history, and with the western natives, and
to sketch people, views, and objects which have formed so much of its
distinctive character, by which he may rescue and retain the almost
incredible appearances and habits of a race of men and animals now fast
disappearing in the march of civilization, upon the remembrance and
record of history.

The collection of Portraits, made of upwards of 300 persons, forms
a representation from forty-eight Indian nations, chiefly between
the settled part of our country and the Rocky Mountains, among which
are the Sacs, Osage, Pawnee, Camanchee, Sioux, Mandans, Blackfeet,
Shawnee, Cher-o-kee, Seneca, and Seminoles; and of these, the portraits
of Osceola, Micanopeah, Keokuk, Black Hawk, Io-way, Red Jacket,
Co-ee-ha-jo, King Philip, John Ross, with several of their wives and
children, will always be prominent in the references of American
history.

In addition to these important objects of personal consideration, the
peculiar and correct representations and appearances of the general
western country are prominent, and are all of a highly novel and
beautiful character.

The views of rivers, towns, settlements, mountains, prairies, and
waterfalls, and animals, are generally those which have never been
before presented to us. They have been taken in upwards of 200 oil
paintings coloured to nature, and consist of the most important
localities reaching to the Rocky Mountains, finished on the spot
with a fidelity of delineation and picturesque effect which would
be creditable to an artist of very high attainments with all the
"appliances and means" afforded by the best accommodation and leisure.

                               ----*----

                   THE PHILADELPHIA SATURDAY COURIER.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--In a late number we took notice of the
vast and wonderful assemblage of pictures and curiosities by which
Mr. Catlin has contrived to bring before our eyes the fullness of the
life of the Western Indians. We would again urge upon our citizens, as
Americans, and as valuing curious information and refined pleasure, to
give this gallery a visit. There is not in our land, nor in any part of
Europe which we have visited, anything of the kind more extraordinary
or more interesting. The galleries illustrative of national character
and antiquities which are to be found in London, Paris, Florence, and
other cities, have been collected by the power of great kings; and
the outlay of immense treasure, and the apparatus of negotiations,
and special ministers, and resident consuls, and agents innumerable,
have been requisite to their completion. This is the work of a single
individual, a man without fortune and without patronage, who created it
with his own mind and hand, without aid and even against countenance;
and who sustained the lonely toils of eight years in a region fearful
and forbidding beyond the conceptions of civilized life, in order to
present his countrymen with a work which he knew they would one day
value as the most remarkable thing they owned, and which he was assured
that no spirit and no skill but his own could accomplish. He may point
to his magnificent collection, which now receives the admiration
of every eye, and may say with honest pride, "Alone I did it!" But
without the abatement of a reference to the circumstances of the case
and without any qualification of any sort, we declare that if this
museum is less gorgeous and less stately than those imperial galleries
which give fame even to the capitals of England and France, it is not
less instructive or entertaining than the greatest of them. Of the
enterprise, the free genius, the noble self-dependence, the stern
endurance, and indomitable perseverance which our republican system
glories in inspiring and cherishing, there is no nobler, and there will
be no more abiding monument, than Catlin's Indian Gallery.

                               ----*----

                      PHILADELPHIA SATURDAY NEWS.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--We have visited it repeatedly, and have
studied its contents with close attention, as the best exposition of
savage character and life that has ever been given to the world; and
the result of our impressions is, that whether we regard the historical
and philosophic value of this museum, its strangeness and interest as
matter of entertainment, or the wonderful toil and difficulty that
must have attended its formation, there is not in our country a work
more honourable to its author, or more deserving of the esteem and
admiration of the community. The hardships of Indian existence are
brought before us with a bold effect; the few refinements by which
it is comforted are impressively presented; the labours by which it
is sustained are shown; and the romance which makes it charming is
brilliantly and copiously exhibited. The gallery is a complete and
fascinating panorama of savage life; and all who have the smallest
interest in the wild and stirring existence of the Indian hunter should
hasten to contemplate this splendid picture. No man has tasted these
scenes of daring and peril with half the sympathy and understanding of
Mr. Catlin; and neither in the delicate touches of Irving, nor the more
vigorous drawings of Hoffman, is there anything like the intelligence
and interest of these animated sketches. Whoever would know to what
sounds of glee and exultation the northern forests, even at this hour,
are echoing, or with what spectacles of merriment or toil the flatness
of the prairie is enlivened, must view and ponder over this collection.

Mr. Catlin intends to remove this museum to England very soon, and from
that country it will probably never return. This, therefore, is the
last opportunity which Americans will have of ever inspecting this most
curious assemblage. We exhort every one who is a lover either of rare
entertainment or strange knowledge to lose no time in visiting this
gallery.

                               ----*----

                     THE AMERICAN DAILY ADVERTISER.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--The collection embraces a wonderful extent
and variety of national history, likewise an exact and discriminating
range throughout the different tribes. They are all classed with the
method and arrangement of a philosopher, developed and associated with
the vivacity of a dramatist, and personated, defined, and coloured with
the eye and hand of a painter. Rarely, indeed, would one man be found
who could do all this; still more rarely a man, who to these various
offices and talents would add the courage, the patience, and the taste
to become an eye-witness of his subjects, and above all, would possess
the industry and the veracity to represent them to others, and thus to
command credibility and admiration.

I hope my fellow-citizens will give this exhibition their repeated
attention. They will find in it much more than has ever been combined
before. It will greatly abridge their labours in reading, nay, it
will tell them what books do not teach; and it will impress upon
their senses and upon their memories the living portraits of a race,
distinguished by inextinguishable ardour, unbounded ingenuity, and
indomitable determination--a race now fast eluding the projects of
the politician, the researches of the curious, and soon to cease from
demanding even the sympathies of the humane and conscientious.

We learn that Mr. Catlin is soon to embark for England, where
encouragement is offered to his remarkable talents and energy, and
we sincerely wish him the rewards due to native genius, exemplary
diligence, and moral integrity and refinement.

                               ----*----

                         PHILADELPHIA INQUIRER.

_Catlin's Gallery._--We called the attention of our readers some days
ago to Catlin's Indian Gallery, now exhibiting in this city. This
collection is in every respect so remarkable and interesting, that we
again bring it before the notice of the community.

Mr. Catlin visited nearly fifty different tribes of Indians, and
resided familiarly among them for several years. He made their habits
and character his exclusive study. With the eye of a poet, the
judgment of a man of rare sagacity, and the hand of an accomplished
artist, he saw and scrutinized, and sketched the forms, the feats,
the entire style of life of the varied nations with whom he had made
his home. The general features of this strange and most interesting
people are presented to us in this collection with a copiousness
and variety which could only be attained by one who had devoted the
enthusiasm of years to a task, to which he had, in the first instance,
brought extraordinary talents. Whatever met his watchful glance that
was striking or peculiar in the religious ceremonies, the warlike
demonstrations, the festive celebrations of peace and leisure, the
separate acts and social habits of the wanderers of the distant wilds
of the west, was instantly transferred to his canvas, and fixed in
living colours on the very spot where the scene was shown. Accordingly
we have here illustrations of the mode in which almost every thing,
which is common or curious, usual or occasional, among the tribes
is performed. The chace, which there has no meaner object than the
"stately buffalo," is before us in full and numerous portraiture; the
rousing of the herd in the centre of some endless prairie, the reckless
vehemence of the pursuit by the wild horse and the wilder hunter, the
mad dashing of the fearless sportsman into the midst of the monstrous
throng, with nothing but bow and knife; the unhorsing of some, who roll
trampled under foot, and of others who are tossed high into the air;
the final capture and death of the huge victim of the sport, all these
are presented to us in the freshness and freedom of the very scenes
themselves of this magnificent excitement. Then there are dances
of an art and an intricacy that might instruct Almack's itself; the
bear dance, in which, clothed in skins, they imitate the postures and
movements of that animal; the buffalo dance, in which they are masked
in the skulls which they have taken in the hunt; the eagle dance, which
mimics the attitude of that bird; the dance on the snow in peculiar
shoes; and the numerous dances of war. Then we have bold and admirable
sketches of the scenery of the prairies and the hills 2000 miles above
St. Louis, presenting a richness and brilliance of verdure of which the
Atlantic resident has never formed a conception. In short, it would
be difficult to point out a single particular in which the sketches
of this ardent and able painter do not furnish the fullest and most
valuable information about the western continent and its inhabitants.
There are portraits, likewise, of all the remarkable persons whom the
artist encountered in his rambles, painted on the spot, in their actual
dresses and natural positions, certified as rigidly accurate, in every
instance, by officers of the United States, who were present at the
time.

But sketches are not all that this unique collection consists of.
There is a large number of the dresses of the chiefs and women, rich
and curious to a very great degree, implements of war and of social
life--articles by which friendship is promoted and leisure is amused.

                               ----*----

                   PHILADELPHIA HERALD AND SENTINEL.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery_ is one of the most curious and interesting
collections ever brought before the public. The portraits of the chiefs
and warriors constitute perhaps the least striking portion of the
gallery; although the natural freedom and boldness of the attitudes,
and the life-like variety and expression of the countenances,
caught with a rare felicity by the accomplished artist, render them
immeasurably superior in attraction and value to anything of that kind
ever before presented to the community. They were all sketched on the
spots of their residence, and in the characteristic attire of their
tribes; and the certificates of different United States officers,
attached to the back of each picture, testify to the accuracy and
completeness of each individual portraiture. The largest and by far the
most engaging and peculiar part of the collection, consists of sketches
of groups occupied in the various games, sports, and diversions, by
which the monotony of savage life is amused.

Mr. Catlin visited forty-eight different tribes, and was domesticated
amongst them for eight years; and whenever any spectacle of merriment,
or business, or religion was got up, the painter drew apart from the
company, and producing the canvas which was always in readiness, seized
with an Hogarthian quickness and spirit the outlines and the impression
of the scene before him, and has perpetuated for the gratification
of posterity the faithful and vivid likenesses of some of the most
extraordinary acts and incidents which the history of man can exhibit.
Sketched with a distinctness and a particularity which indicate an
uncommon degree of talent and skill on the part of the artist, we
find among these paintings almost everything that is characteristic
in the life and conduct of the Indian: the energetic dance, marked
by a science and a significance, unknown to the amusements of more
cultivated nations,--the hunt of the buffalo, with its impressive
incidents of danger and daring--the religious rite--the military
council--the game--the fight--the voluntary torture by which the
"Stoic of the woods" displays his hardihood of nerve and spirit--and
the grotesque gaiety which marks the occasional mirthfulness of a
nature usually so much restrained. All these are brought before us
with a fidelity of delineation attested by the certificates of the
most competent and reputable witnesses, and animation and interest
acknowledged by all who have approached them.

This collection is not only unique, as it concerns the particular
people whose state and character it illustrates; but, as throwing light
upon a grade and condition of the human race of which little has ever
been known, it possesses an importance novel and unparticipated: for it
has never happened, in the history of the world, that a savage people
has been approached and depicted with this intelligent completeness.
He who would learn what are the dispositions and the faculties which
belong to the mind and heart of man, in the mere rudeness of his
natural state, will find more satisfactory sources of information in
this Indian gallery than in the fullest descriptions of travellers or
the astutest schemes of metaphysicians.

                               ----*----

                       THE PHILADELPHIA GAZETTE.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--It is a remarkable circumstance, and one
very characteristic of the energy of this age, that the same year
and almost the same month should have witnessed the completion of
three independent collections, each of which, after its way, gives
us a complete portraiture of the nation to which it refers. What
Mr. Dunn's figures have accomplished for China, and Mr. Wilkinson's
drawings have done for Egypt, Mr. Catlin's paintings have performed for
the Indian tribes. The first of these has excited the admiration of
America, the second has won the applause of Europe; if the last is less
brilliant than the one, it is more lively than the other, and it is
not less complete than either. It is not merely a minute and thorough
description of a nation whose situation and history render everything
that relates to it in the highest degree curious and personal to
Americans, but it addresses itself to the admiration and instruction
of every philosophic mind as an encyclopædia picture of the savage
state. While no histories present us with such copious information of
the characteristics of those particular tribes, which are intimately
and eternally connected with our annals, no speculative treatises
contain anything like the knowledge here garnered of the qualities and
attributes of that condition which is called the state of nature. The
eye of childhood and the mind of age are alike astonished and informed
by the spectacles here strikingly presented by this unrivalled work.

Mr. Catlin is a native of Pennsylvania, and has therefore peculiar
claims upon the attention of Philadelphians. We know and are persuaded
that when this Museum, after the very few days allotted to its
continuance here, is closed and removed for ever from our land, it will
be a matter of deep and permanent regret to all who now fail to visit
it, that they have lost the sight.

                               ----*----

                     THE PHILADELPHIA EVENING STAR.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--This interesting museum of curiosities,
collected by Mr. Catlin, during a residence of more than eight years
among forty tribes of Indians, and of sketches painted by him,
illustrative of their habits and customs, is now exhibited at the
Arcade in this city. It is an eloquent and illustrious witness of
the genius, disinterestedness, and toil of the person who brought it
together. Those productions of Mr. Catlin's pencil, which were given
to the world many years since, evinced his ability to rank, at some
day, with the first artists of this country; but instead of devoting
himself to those lucrative branches of his profession, which would
have gained him a sure return of wealth, he resolved, at the bidding
of an enthusiasm, perhaps inspired by the legends of his native valley
of Wyoming, to dedicate his life to the great and generous purpose of
presenting to his countrymen a satisfactory portraiture of a nation
which had so interesting a connexion with their own history, and
whose condition has always produced so strong an impression upon the
imagination of Americans. Alone and unsupported, save by a dauntless
spirit, he turned towards the western forests to seek the Indian in his
boundless home.

          "The general garden, where all steps may roam,
          Whose nature owns a nation for her child,
          Exulting in the enjoyment of the wild."

The perils of more than a Ulyssean voyage were encountered before the
artist could feel that his object was accomplished, and before he would
permit himself to return to his family and friends.

We have devoted much time and a close attention to the sketches which
Mr. Catlin has brought back; and we are convinced that, severe as were
the labours and privations to which he was subject, they were less
than the value of this collection. Whoever will study the numerous and
varied representations here given of savage life, and will reflect how
complete a picture is presented of a most peculiar and unknown race,
will be persuaded, we think, that no greater accession has been made
to the sum of human knowledge and human entertainment, in this age and
country, than is produced by this Museum. The philosophy of Indian
character is revealed with curious distinctness by one portion of
the paintings, while another class presents the picturesque of that
existence with singular spirit. Many striking suggestions for the
history of civility, and many valuable metaphysical considerations, are
prompted by a survey of these illustrations of the intelligence and
the instincts of this people; and any man who would taste the poetry
of this wild life, will find enough to satisfy him in the animated
exhibitions of the hunt, the march, and the fight, which are here
brought before his eyes. In Mr. Irving's very graphic descriptions
of the amusements of the prairie, there is nothing half so bold and
stirring as the noble pictures which here bring the adventures of the
buffalo-hunt before us, or the terrors of the fight with the grisly
bear.

                               ----*----

                           THE PENNSYLVANIAN.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--We alluded briefly a few days since
to Catlin's Indian Gallery, now open in the saloon at the Arcade,
and we again call attention to it as one of the most gratifying
exhibitions of the day, to all who feel the slightest interest in the
aborigines of our country, or desire to become acquainted with the
topographical features of the great western wild. This collection
is the result of years of toil and privation, sustained by a rare
and commendable enthusiasm. Mr. Catlin, who is an artist of much
ability, and is likewise in other respects well fitted for the task
which he voluntarily assumed, devoted himself to a study of the
Indian character, and steadily followed out his great object for a
considerable length of time. He has visited many of the tribes who yet
roam in their native wildness, and he became as it were domesticated
among them to study their habits and dispositions, encountering all
the perils and privations which necessarily attend an enterprise of
this nature. In the course of his rambles, he made paintings of every
thing calculated to give a vivid impression to others of the persons,
events, and scenes which fell under his notice, and the result is a
magnificent collection of portraits and views of the most interesting
character, made still more attractive by an immense variety of Indian
dresses, arms, and utensils of many kinds, which, with the illustrative
scenes, give a clear idea of aboriginal characteristics, and form a
pleasing evidence of the results which can be achieved by the untiring
perseverance of a single man. Mr. Catlin has in this way made a
contribution to American history which must gain for him an enduring
fame. It should form the nucleus of a national museum, that posterity
may have some relics of a people doomed to speedy destruction, as much
by their own inflexible nature as by the rolling tide of civilization.

                               ----*----

                       THE PHILADELPHIA GAZETTE.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--We could scarcely recommend a more pleasing
and instructive collection than this to the notice of the community.
It is what only a Catlin, with his enthusiasm and perseverance, could
have accomplished. To him the study of nature is most appropriate in
her great hall or cathedral:--

          "That vast cathedral, boundless as our wonder,
            Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply;
          Its choir the winds and waves; its organ thunder;
                          Its dome the sky."

The boundless woods have been his home, and dwellers of the wilderness
the sitters for his art. So far as Indian life is concerned, the reader
will find a little of every thing in Catlin's gallery; not of faces
merely, but of grand western life and scene.

                               ----*----

                               THE WORLD.

_Catlin's Indian Gallery._--I visited this collection with expectations
very highly excited by the strong and renewed expressions of admiration
which it had received from the press in New York and Boston; but my
anticipations had fallen below the reality in degree as much as they
had differed from it in kind. I had supposed that it was merely an
assemblage of the portraits of distinguished Indian chieftains, instead
of being, as we find that it is, a very complete and curious tableau
of the life and habits of the strange and interesting races which once
inhabited the soil we now possess. Mr. Catlin's advertisement does no
justice to the character of his collection. He does not state himself.
He is a person of lofty genius and disinterested ambition, and he has
abhorred to tarnish the purity of his self-respect by even claiming his
own.

Mr. Catlin spent eight years in the most intimate intercourse with the
tribes which occupy the territory lying 2000 miles above St. Louis.
His only purpose in visiting these remote and secluded nations was
to transfer to his canvas faithful representations of those scenes
of conduct which were most characteristic of that people, and those
personal traits which would best transmit the memory of the savage
to times which would no longer witness his existence. This design
he fulfilled by copying on the spot pictures of the sports, fights,
business, and religious ceremonies which passed before his sight; and
the gallery which he now opens to the community, revives before the
gaze of refinement, the whole condition and qualities of the wild
and far-roaming occupants of the prairies and forests. An attentive
examination of his museum has led us to the opinion that this is one
of the most striking triumphs that the pencil has ever achieved; for
while the brush of Lawrence preserves the likeness of an individual,
that of Catlin has perpetuated the portraits of a nation. Let every
American visit this exhibition; let every one who would be informed or
entertained give it his protracted study. The more it is examined the
more it will gratify.


                             FRENCH PRESS.

                               ----*----

                      CONSTITUTIONNEL du 22 Juin.

Le musée Catlin est une des collections les plus curieuses qu'on ait
vues à Paris, tant à cause du caractère naïf de la peinture, qu'à cause
de l'originalité des sujets qu'elle représente.

M. Catlin a donc rapporté de son voyage aux Montagnes Rocheuses quatre
à cinq cents toiles, portraits ou paysages, tous peints d'après
nature. Parmi ces portraits, il y a des figures d'une beauté, d'une
élégance superbes. Il y a des profils, le croirait-on, qui rappellent
le type grec ou l'Antinoüs. Bien plus, dans les scènes de danse ou
de combat, dans les fêtes ou les assemblées de tribus, on remarque
tres souvent des personnages dont la pose, l'attitude, le geste,
ressemblent tout-à-fait à l'antique. Cela n'est pas, d'ailleurs, si
surprenant pour qui veut réflechir au caractère de la beauté antique.
Qu'est-ce donc qui distingue l'art grec entre tous les arts? n'est-ce
pas la simplicité et le naturel? Les artistes grecs avaient le bonheur
de trouver d'abord autour d'eux toutes les conditions premières de
race, de climat, de civilisation, qui favorisent le développement
de la beauté; et secondement, ils laissaient faire la nature et ne
torturaient jamais le mouvement de leur modèle. Il n'y a dans toute la
statuaire grecque que cinq ou six poses peut-être qui sont le type de
tous les autres mouvemens. Les hommes rapprochés de la nature ne se
tortillent pas comme les civilisés. Le calme est d'ordre naturel; et
c'est là un des premiers élémens de la beauté antique qu'on retrouve
dans la _beauté sauvage_.

Les paysagistes pourraient bien aussi étudier avec profit la peinture
facile et vraie de M. Catlin qui n'est pourtant initié à aucun des
procédés scabreux de l'art civilisé. M. Catlin peint tranquillement du
premier coup, en mettant un ton juste et franc à côté d'un autre, et il
ne paraît pas qu'il revienne jamais ni par glacis ni par empâtement.
Mais son sentiment est si vif et en quelque sorte si sincère, son
exécution si naïve et si spontanée, que l'effet, vu juste, est rendu
juste. Il a fait ainsi des ciels d'une transparence et d'une lumière
bien difficile à obtenir, même pour les praticiens les plus habiles
des lointains d'une finesse rare et bien balancés entre la terre et
le ciel. En présence de cette nature toute nouvelle, de ces formes
singulières du pays, de cette couleur du ciel et des arbres, si
originale, un peintre de profession se serait bien tourmenté pour
exprimer toutes ces belles choses, et il y aurait sans doute mis
beaucoup trop de ses préjugés et de sa personnalité civilisée. Il est
très heureux que M. Catlin ait été seulement assez peintre pour faire
tout bonnement sur la toile ce qu'il voyait, sans parti pris d'avance
et sans convention européenne. Nous avons ainsi des steppes dont nous
ne nous faisions pas une image, des buffles prodigieux, des chasses
fantastiques, et une foule d'aspects et de scènes plus intéressantes
l'une que l'autre. Ici, c'est un marais vert tendre, entouré d'arbres
sveltes et légers. Là, c'est la plaine infinie avec ses grandes herbes
mouvantes comme les vagues d'une mer sans repos, et l'on aperçoit une
course diabolique de quelques animaux dont on a peine à distinguer
la forme et qui fendent l'immensité. C'est un buffle poursuivi par un
cavalier penché sur la crinière de son cheval sauvage; mais au-dessus
des herbes profondes, on ne voit que les épaules bossues du buffle
et les oreilles dressées du cheval. Quel drame! Où vont-ils? où
s'arrêteront-ils? Quelques autres tableaux présentent les aventures
de la navigation et de la guerre, des chasses où les hommes, couverts
de peaux de loup, s'avancent à quatre pattes pour surprendre les
buffles, où les chevaux sauvages sont enveloppés de lacets perfides,
des cérémonies religieuses où de volontaires martyrs se font pendre et
torturer en l'honneur du Grand Esprit.

                               ----*----

                       LE CHARIVARI, Paris, 1845.

Il y avait là une magnifique collection, un musée rare, que dis-je?
unique et précieux, amassé à grands frais, à grand' peine, par un
artiste passionné et patient, par M. Catlin, voyageur aussi intrépide
que peintre naïf et que sincère historien. Ce musée est à la fois une
collection d'objets d'art et un recueil de notes scientifiques sur une
classe d'hommes qui diminue de jour en jour devant les empiètemens de
la civilisation, et qui dans cinquante ans aura complètement disparu du
globe. C'est le portrait aussi fidèle que possible, le daguerréotype
d'un monde qu'on ne retrouvera plus, et le gouvernement l'a laissé
partir, l'a laissé perdre; il n'a pas même senti la nécessité de
l'acquérir. Il n'a fait ni une offre ni un prix à l'artiste qu'il eût
récompensé ainsi qu'il devait l'être de dix ans d'études et d'efforts.
Tout le monde y aurait gagné: le peintre qui craint devoir éparpiller
un jour le résultat de tant de peines et de travaux, eût été heureux
de le voir conservé, concentré, consacré à jamais, en lieu sûr, à la
science et à l'art.

                               ----*----

                      L'OBSERVATEUR, Oct. 9, 1845.

_Le Musée-Indien de M. Catlin._--Lorsque la civilisation recule partout
les bornes de son horison et resserre dans un étroit espace les
peuplades nomades et sauvages qui se refusent au joug de la domination
européenne, ce n'est pas sans un certain intérêt qu'on visite le Musée
Indien de M. Catlin. En voyant la collection du célèbre touriste,
l'esprit se refuse à croire que ce soit là l'oeuvre d'un seul homme.
Et cependant, rien n'est plus vrai. Explorateur hardi, M. Catlin a
passé huit années de sa vie à parcourir les Montagnes Rocheuses et
les parties les plus reculées de l'Amérique septentrionale; artiste
enthousiaste, il a bravé les dangers, supporté les fatigues et les
privations de toutes sortes pour mener à bonne fin son audacieuse
entreprise. Il a visité les Indiens dans leurs wig-wams; il les a
suivis dans leurs chasses; il a étudié leurs moeurs, leurs coutumes,
ne se laissant arrêter par aucun obstacle, tenant quelquefois son
pinceau d'une main, tandis qu'il conduisait son canot de l'autre.
Aussi, ne nous montrerons nous pas d'une grande sévérité à l'égard de
ses tableaux; ce n'est, pour la plupart, que des esquisses faites à
grands traits et dont le mérite consiste dans la vérité des costumes
et des sites et dans la ressemblance parfaite des portraits, ainsi
que l'attestent les certificats les plus flatteurs délivrés au hardi
voyageur, sur les lieux mêmes, par des personnes dont la véracité et la
compétence ne sauraient être mises en doute.

La collection que M. Catlin a rapportée de ses excursions est d'autant
plus curieuse qu'elle est unique en son genre. Elle se compose de plus
de cinq cents tableaux représentant des portraits, des paysages, et des
scènes de moeurs qui sont comme une histoire descriptive de ces races
primitives, que la guerre et la chasse déciment chaque jour, et qui
disparaîtront sans doute bientôt de la surface du globe.

Quant à M. Catlin, nous devrons à ses explorations et à sa collection
de ne pas voir tomber dans l'oubli les moeurs, les costumes, et
la physionomie de ces races, qui dans quelques siècles n'existeront
peut-être plus qu'à l'état de souvenir.

                               ----*----

                          MONITEUR DE L'ARMÉE.

M. Catlin, c'est le nom de cet artiste plein de résolution et de
persévérance, a passé huit années au milieu des villages Indiens et sur
la prairie; il a connu tous les chefs des tribus et les guerriers les
plus renommés; il a assisté aux chasses dangereuses, aux jeux aminés
et quelquefois sanglans des sauvages; il a observé leurs coutumes et
leurs superstitions; il a recueilli leurs traditions orales, et tout
ce qu'il a vu, sous les yeux des Indiens, ses hôtes, et souvent au
péril de sa vie, il l'a représenté sur la toile, écrivant ainsi d'après
nature toute l'histoire de populations que la guerre, et surtout les
liqueurs fortes et la petite vérole, font décroitre d'année en année
dans une progression si rapide, que l'on peut prévoir que d'ici à
cinquante ans, la civilisation les pressant d'ailleurs et les refoulant
vers les montagnes, il ne restera peut-être plus d'elles que de très
petits groupes ou des individus isolés destinés à disparaître bientôt
de la terre. Les peaux ronges ne pouvant laisser aucune trace durable
de leur passage sur le globe,--car si quelques tribus out des cabanes
de terre, aucune n'a élevé de monumens qui puissent témoigner de leur
existence auprès des générations à venir--les résultats que M. Catlin a
si heureusement obtenus dans une entreprise si hasardeuse ne sauraient
être trop appréciés par les amis de la science, les ethnographes et les
artistes.

                               ----*----

                          QUOTIDIENNE, Paris.

M. Catlin est un peintre plein de conscience et de talent, et un
voyageur aussi intrépide qu'intelligent, qui a passé huit ans de sa vie
à explorer les tribus sauvages du nord de l'Amérique et les rives du
Missouri. Les efforts et les travaux de cet Américain méritent qu'on
les examine avec attention, et qu'on les recommande à l'appréciation
des artistes et des savans.

                               ----*----

                            GALIGNANI, 1845.

_The Catlin Museum._--The utter strangeness of this remarkable
exhibition--displaying, it may be said, a living _tableau_ of the
customs and habitudes of a race who, while the march of time has
been effecting the most extraordinary changes in the great family
of mankind, still remain in a primitive state of nature--at first
misunderstood by the Parisian public, has now become an object of
general and intense curiosity. Mr. Catlin's collection of the arms
and utensils of the various tribes, with their wigwams, the identical
habitations which have ere now sheltered them from the tempest in the
depths of some North American forest, they carry back the mind, as it
were, to the infancy of the human species, "when wild in woods the
noble savage ran." The illusion, for it nearly amounts to that, is
wonderfully aided by an examination of Catlin's sketches, taken upon
the spot, and often in the midst of the dangers he has depicted with
spirited fidelity. These paintings, boldly and rapidly thrown off,
are illustrative of every phase of savage existence. We have to thank
Mr. Catlin for an insight into the lives and history of this most
interesting race, which has all the charms of the wildest romance, but
which books can never supply.

                               ----*----

                           GAZETTE DE FRANCE.

Grace à M. Catlin, l'anéantissement de ces intéressantes peuplades
n'est plus possible: leurs moeurs, leurs coutumes, leurs usages,
seront sans doute de sa part l'objet d'un travail consciencieux et
approfondi, en même temps que ces pinceaux conserveront les traits
et la physionomie de ces Peaux Rouges, que déjà le célèbre romancier
Américain nous avait fait connaître. Non content d'avoir transporté en
Europe les armes, les costumes, les tentes, et tous les instrumens qui
servent à l'usage des Indiens, et qui forment un singulier contraste
avec notre civilisation, M. Catlin a voulu que des monumens plus
durables conservassent le souvenir de ces sauvages de l'Amérique
du Nord; il a dessiné lui-même les portraits des Indiens les plus
remarquables, leurs danses, leur manière de fare la chasse, et leurs
expéditions guerrières.

On ne peut assez admirer comment un homme a pu tracer tant de figures
et de paysages, pris sur les lieux mêmes, dans des courses souvent
très longues et très fatigantes. C'est là un prodige de la science.
Assis au milieu des sauvages, M. Catlin employait son temps à retracer
sur la toile tout ce qu'il voyait. Aussi peut-on être assuré d'avoir
sous les yeux la représentation exacte des costumes des sauvages
du Nouveau-Monde. Si quelques-uns de ces portraits ne sont pas des
oeuvres d'art, du moins les savans leur doivent-ils l'histoire
d'une tribu sauvage, détruite entièrement par les ravages de la
petite-vérole. Sans M. Catlin, on ne saurait plus maintenant si elle a
existé, et son pinceau l'a sauvée de l'oubli.

                               ----*----

                            L'ILLUSTRATION.

La présence à Paris des Indiens Y-o-Ways donne de l'àpropos au compte
rendu suivant d'un voyage chez les Indiens de l'Amérique du Nord,
voyage dû à M. Geo. Catlin, auquel un séjour de huit années parmi ces
diverses peuplades a permis de s'initier d'une manière complète a
leurs moeurs et à leurs habitudes. Dans un livre plein d'intérêt,
de faits curieux, de révélations si extraordinaires qu'on croit rêver
en les lisant, il a consigné les résultats de ses investigations et
des observations qu'il a recueillies sur une race d'hommes qui va
s'éteignant de jour en jour, et dont, sur l'affirmation de l'auteur,
il ne restera plus vestiges d'ici à peu d'années. Au charme de
ces récits, M. Geo. Catlin a ajouté des dessins d'une scrupuleuse
exactitude, des portraits des principaux chefs de tribus, dans leurs
riches costumes que nous aurons occasion de décrire, des paysages d'un
effet saisissant, des esquisses de jeux, de chasses, de cérémonies
religieuses, de combats, etc., etc. On peut donc dire que le livre
de M. Catlin est écrit aussi bien pour les hommes sérieux que pour
les grands enfants qui aiment tent les images, comme nous avouons les
aimer, et qui s'amuseront de la bizarrerie des costumes de tous ces
bons sauvages.

                               ----*----

                            REVUE DE PARIS.

_Galerie Indienne de M. Catlin._--La salle Valentino, transformée en
une sorte de Musée Indien, au moyen des cinq à six cents peintures
et esquisses, exécutées toutes, d'après nature, par M. Catlin, cet
énergique et courageux voyageur, durant une pérégrination de huit
années, à travers l'immense territoire qui s'étend des Montagnes
Rocheuses aux derniers établissemens Américains ou Mexicains,--cette
salle offrait déjà un spectacle fort intéressant. M. Catlin a visité,
en bravant mille obstacles et souvent au péril de sa vie, quarante-huit
des tribus qui résident dans la prairie, où elles vivent dans un état
de guerre perpétuel. Installé sous le wigwam de l'Indien Corbeau ou
du Mandan, dans la cabane du Chérokee ou de l'Ariccara, il a exécuté
chacun des tableaux de cette immense collection ayant la nature
sous les yeux; aussi les présente-t-il au public plutôt comme des
_fac-similes_ identiques de la vie Indienne que comme des oeuvres
d'art. Ces _fac-similes_ sont on ne peut plus expressifs et curieux.

La collection des peintures de M. Catlin se compose de trois cent dix
portraits de chefs Indiens et de personnages de distinction, hommes ou
femmes de différentes tribus, et de deux cents esquisses représentant
les sites les plus remarquables des contrées qu'il a visitées, les
danses et les cérémonies des peuplades qui les habitent, et des scènes
de guerre et de chasse. C'est donc à la fois une représentation fidèle
de la physionomie du pays et des moeurs et coutumes de ses habitans,
représentation d'autant plus précieuse qu'elle a pour objet une race
qui s'éteint (_dying people_), et qui s'éteint avec une rapidité qui
tient du prodige.

                               ----*----

                  MONITEUR INDUSTRIEL, Nov. 16, 1845.

Parmi tous les voyageurs qui ont exploré l'Amérique du Nord, aucun
ne s'est occupé des races Indiennes autant que M. Catlin. Presque
seul dans un canot d'écorce, il a suivi tout le cours du Missouri, et
pendant huit années il en a parcouru en tous sens l'immense bassin,
s'en allant de tribu en tribu, comme autrefois Hérodote, le père
de l'histoire, s'en allait de ville en ville, de région en région,
s'enquérant des moeurs, des traditions et des idées des populations
lointaines.

M. Catlin est encore dans la force de l'âge, mais ses traits pâlis
portent l'empreinte d'une vie déjà longuement et péniblement éprouvée.
Son abord est froidement poli, son visage sévère et pensif, comme celui
d'un homme qui a vu beaucoup de choses. Toute sa personne révèle une
indomptable énergie. En public, il parle l'Anglais avec une remarquable
puissance; il y a dans son accentuation quelque chose du magnifique
enthousiasme d'un poète.

Le grand ouvrage de M. Catlin est un beau monument élevé à la science;
il faut espérer qu'on songera à en donner une traduction Française.
Chemin fesant, M. Catlin a dessiné et peint une étrange collection de
vues, de scènes naturelles, de portraits d'indigènes et de scènes de
moeurs. Cette nombreuse collection de toiles doit nécessairement
se sentir de la rapidité forcée du travail, et des circonstances
difficiles d'exécution où s'est trouvé l'artiste dans un voyage à
travers les déserts de l'Ouest. On demeure, au contraire, étonné que le
courageux explorateur ait pu mettre dans de telles peintures autant de
mouvement et de vérité. Ici, c'est un troupeau de bisons surpris par
des chasseurs qui se traînent en rampant, couverts de peaux trompeuses;
là, c'est un guerrier à cheval, poursuivant son ennemi dans une
course, sans hyperbole, vraiment échevelée; plus loin, c'est une danse
frénétique, excitation à la volupté ou au carnage; ou bien des scènes
de tortures qui semblent copiées dans l'enfer.

                               ----*----

             INDEPENDANCE, BRUSSELS, JAN. 4, 1846.

 _Letters and Notes on the Manners, Customs, and Condition of the
     North American Indians_, by G. Catlin (Lettres et Notes sur les
     Moeurs, les Coutumes, et l'Etat Social des Indiens du Nord
     de l'Amérique, par George Catlin). 2 vol. ornés de plusieurs
     centaines de planches.

Fils d'un homme de loi, élevé lui-même pour figurer au barreau, devenu
enfin avocat, M. Catlin aimait trop le grand air et les voyages pour
se laisser claquemurer dans l'antre de la chicane. Deux passions
d'ailleurs se partageaient sa vie: la pêche et la peinture. Quand
il n'était pas au bord d'une rivière, il était devant une toile, et
vice-versâ. Il apprit la peinture sans maître, y devint habile après
trois ou quatre ans d'études, et se demandait à quel but il dévouerait
son existence, et l'esprit un peu enthousiaste qui l'animait,
lorsqu'arrivèrent à Washington, des pays bien loin à l'Ouest, une
douzaine d'Indiens au port noble et majestueux, accoutrés de leurs
vêtements bizarres, mais pittoresques, la tête ornée de leur casque,
le bras chargé de leur bouclier, le corps ceint de la tunique de peau
d'antilope, les épaules couvertes du manteau de buffle.

Ces braves gens firent l'admiration des gamins et du beau monde de
Washington et donnèrent beaucoup à réfléchir à notre peintre. Il se
dit que les vêtements de la civilisation ne servaient pas seulement à
voiler, mais à gâter la grâce et la beauté naturelles, que l'homme non
garrotté dans les liens de l'art, devait offrir à l'artiste le plus
magnifique modèle, et que l'histoire et les coutumes des peuplades
sauvages étaient des sujets dignes d'occuper la vie d'un homme.

Ces réflexions étaient à peine achevées que M. Catlin prit son parti.
Il consulta bien pour la forme quelques amis qui essayèrent de le
détourner de son projet; ils lui représentèrent les dangers auxquels
il allait s'exposer, les fatigues inouïes qu'il aurait à supporter
et bien d'autres arguments auxquels il fut insensible. M. Catlin fit
ses paquets qui n'étaient pas lourds, et qui se composaient de toiles
roulées, de brosses, de couleurs, de papier et de crayons; il mit
sa carabine en bandouliere; et le bâton blanc à la main il partit
pour l'Ouest en quête d'aventures, de Peaux-Rouges, de buffles et de
prairies.

Mais au train dont marchent les Yankees, il avait long à aller avant
d'atteindre les vastes solitudes où sont encore disséminées les
peuplades sauvages. La civilisation le poursuivait partout; là où
il espérait voyager en canot, il était forcé de prendre le bateau à
vapeur; là où il se croyait au milieu des sauvages, il se trouvait
avec des compatriotes; l'Ouest, but de son voyage, semblait le fuir à
mesure qu'il en approchait. Il maudissait les pionniers qui avec leur
bêche et leur marteau ont implanté la civilisation dans les parties
les plus reculées de l'Amérique, et il désespérait de rencontrer les
Peaux-Rouges qui devenaient un mythe pour lui, lorsqu'il tomba au
milieu d'un village Mandan. Sa joie fut un peu calmée en apercevant
que la civilisation avait encore passé par là sous la forme d'un agent
de la compagnie des fourrures du Missouri. Mais il restait assez de
sauvagerie dans la localité pour le satisfaire provisoirement. Quand
il eut bien vu et bien observé, quand il eut bien fumé le calumet de
paix; bien vécu sur un quartier de buffle braisé, bien dormi sous le
wigwam hospitalier, et "pourtraicté" le chef Mandan, revêtu de son
grand costume de guerre, depuis les cornes de buffle dont il s'orne le
front jusqu'à ses mocassins brodés de paille, y compris la longue bande
de plumes d'aigle qui descend depuis le derrière de la tête jusqu'aux
talons, M. Catlin reprit sa course vers les regions inconnues, en
s'arrêtant en route chaque fois qu'un site ou quelques aventures ou des
figures d'Indiens fournissaient des sujets à son pinceau.

M. Catlin est resté huit ans en voyage; il a visité quarante-huit
tribus dont la population totale s'élevaient à plusieurs centaines
de mille individus. Il a rapporté chez lui 350 portraits à l'huile
d'Indiens, 200 tableaux représentant des vues de leurs villages, leurs
wigwams, leurs jeux, et leurs cérémonies religieuses, leurs danses,
leurs chasses, des paysages admirables, et enfin une nombreuse et
très-curieuse collection de leurs costumes et vêtements, et d'autres
objets de leur fabrique, depuis une de leurs maisons jusqu'à de petits
riens qui leur servent de jouets.

Toute cette collection avec les portraits et les tableaux figurent
au Louvre où le Roi Louis-Philippe leur a fait donner une place. La
galerie Indienne de l'Amérique du Nord, de M. Catlin, est bien connue
et montre le résultat auquel peut arriver un homme entreprenant,
patient et ferme qu'inspirent le goût de l'art et une certaine dose
d'enthousiasme.

C'est l'histoire de cet intéressant voyage que M. Catlin a écrite dans
une série de lettres au nombre de 58, et accompagnées de 310 gravures
au trait et de cartes géographiques. Ces lettres étaient écrites sur
les lieux et envoyées par des Indiens jusqu'aux bureaus de postes
placés par cette maudite civilisation jusqu'aux frontières les plus
reculées de l'Ouest.

Peu de livres ont plus d'intérêt que celui de M. Catlin. On lit cet
ouvrage avec le plaisir que l'on prendrait à la lecture d'un bon roman,
s'il y avait encore de bons romans pour servir de point de comparaison.
On suit M. Catlin dans ses courses vagabondes, on aime avec lui ces
Indiens qu'il a toujours trouvés francs et hospitaliers, généreux
et dignes. Ces Indiens si méconnus ont, quoique sauvages, toutes
les qualités qui distinguent l'épicier le plus civilisé de la rue
Saint-Denis, caporal de la garde nationale; comme celui-ci, ils sont
bons pères, bons époux, amis dévoués; la seule différence entr'eux,
c'est qu'ils ne payent pas très-exactement leurs contributions par
la raison qu'on ne leur en demande pas, et qu'ils ne montent pas
assidument leur garde, par l'autre raison qu'on ne connaît pas les
guérites dans ce pays.

Une Odyssée de huit ans a fait apprécier à M. Catlin les mérites et les
vertus des sauvages; et, après avoir lu son livre, j'ai fini par croire
avec Jean-Jacques Rousseau que l'homme, tel que nous avons le malheur
de le connaître, est un animal dépravé par la civilisation.

Rien de plus touchant que l'apologie des Indiens faite par M. Catlin,
dans sa neuvième lettre; partout où il peut mettre en saillie la
noblesse de leur caractère, M. Catlin le fait avec bonheur; il se
souvient du bon temps passé au milieu d'eux, des marques d'affection
qu'ils lui out données, et il les venge du mépris que les civilisés
déversent sur ces pauvres et braves gens, contents de leur sort, sans
regret du passé, sans souci de l'avenir, sans autres lois que celles de
l'honneur qui est tout puissant chez eux.

Tous ceux qui ont lu les admirables romans de Cooper retrouvent dans
l'ouvrage de M. Catlin les scènes, mais cette fois vraies, animées,
vivantes, décrites avec tant de talent par le fécond romancier
Américain. M. Catlin a décrit aussi l'embrâsement des prairies, et
pouvait dire: _Quorum pars magna fui_; car il ne dut qu'à la vitesse de
son "pony" Indien d'échapper à la flamme immense qui courait sur lui
avec plus de rapidité qu'une locomotive lancée à fond de train. J'étais
en sûreté, dit-il, que je tremblais encore. Une autre fois, plus de
2000 buffles se jettent à l'eau pour atteindre le canot dans lequel
il nageait, et c'est à grand'peine qu'il se sauve et que le canot ne
chavire pas, soulevé par le dos d'un de ces animaux; une autre fois
encore, il se rencontre nez à nez avec une ourse grise accompagnée de
ses deux petits, bête énorme de la taille d'un rhinocéros et qui vous
dépèce un homme en un tour de main, à l'aide de ses ongles longs d'un
décimètre et larges à la base de cinq centimètres pour finir par la
pointe la plus aiguë.

Un des plus agréables épisodes de ce voyage, c'est la rencontre que
fait M. Catlin, dans un immense désert et au détour d'un bois, d'un
trappeur Canadien qui sifflait entre ses lèvres un vaudeville Français
du temps de Louis XIV. et se mit à entrer en conversation avec M.
Catlin, moyennant un langage dans lequel le Français, l'Anglais et
l'Indien entraient chacun pour un tiers. L'honnête Baptiste, descendant
d'un de ces hommes que les racoleurs allaient _presser_ sur le quai
de la Ferraille pour en faire des colons _volontaires_ destinés à
peupler le Canada, devint le compagnon de voyage de M. Catlin, le
Vendredi dévoué de ce nouveau Robinson de terre ferme, et n'est pas le
personnage le moins intéressant de la relation.

M. Catlin, indépendamment de son mérite d'écrivain et de dessinateur,
aura celui d'avoir donné l'histoire la plus complète des moeurs de
ces peuplades que la civilisation balaye devant elle et qu'elle tue
avec de l'eau-de-vie et la variole. Ces peuplades, autrefois maîtresses
du grand continent du nord de l'Amérique, s'éteignent rapidement;
leur mémoire s'éteindrait même si de hardis voyageurs n'allaient pas
recueillir parmi elles les renseignements qui peuvent la préserver
de l'oubli. Au nombre de ces voyageurs il faut citer au premier rang
l'honorable M. Catlin, qui a rectifié bien des idées erronnées et fait
connaître bien des faits jusqu'ici ignorés.




                             APPENDIX--(B).

                           MUSEUM OF HISTORY.

                        _Established 1844._


This institution is intended to illustrate the History of Man by means
of popular Lectures, aided and enforced by scenery, maps, and national
costumes, adding every scenic attraction to the higher views of
instruction, and combining art, history, philology, and geography; the
audience, as it were, being thus transported to the sites themselves.

It is also in contemplation to add _gradually_, as funds shall
accumulate--

     1. Models and coloured portraits of the races of man.

     2. A gallery of architectural models.

     3. A cabinet of coins and inscriptions.

     4. Collection of views and drawings.

     5. Collection of objects illustrative of the arts, sciences,
     navigation, commerce, agriculture, amusements, and domestic
     economy of ancient and modern nations.

     6. Specimens of manufactures.

     7. A library and reading-room, to contain the principal British
     and foreign periodicals and newspapers, and without distinction of
     party; as also the latest publications on subjects connected with
     the objects of the institution.

The transactions of the institution will be published.

Illustrated lectures will be given on ancient and modern history, as
also on New Zealand and Australia, embracing the modern settlements,
and their capabilities for the colonist or emigrant.

Amongst the illustrated lectures to be given will be the following:--

          On the Grecians.
          On the Byzantines.
          On the Modern Greeks.
          On the Egyptians.
          On the Arabians.
          On the Romans.
          On Russia and Siberia.
          On New Zealand.
          On Japan.
          On the Ruined Cities of America.

With the aid of transparent maps (on a scale never before attempted)
the spectator can follow the historian or traveller step by step, and
with the advantages and beauties of scenery combined, is enabled to
locate, classify, define, and retain the knowledge thus acquired.

The scenery and machinery have been so constructed, that whilst one
series is used in London, others may be speedily sent to Edinburgh and
elsewhere, where branch societies will be formed.

The management of the institution to be vested in a council elected by
the subscribers, two of whom to retire annually, who may however be
eligible for re-election.


                            TERMS.

For permanently reserved places at the lectures, five guineas per annum.

Ordinary subscribers, two guineas per annum.

Authors, artists, ladies, members of learned societies, and foreigners,
one guinea per annum.

Ambassadors, foreign ministers, consuls, and secretaries of learned
societies _only_ can become honorary members.

Admission to the public, two shillings for reserved places at the
lectures; one shilling for ordinary visitors.

Subscribers to possess the right to be present at all lectures.

Subscribers to meet annually.

Trustees and auditors to be chosen by the subscribers.

       *       *       *       *       *

All communications may be addressed to W. H. SHIPPARD, Esq.,
Turnham Green.

  _Museum of History,
           28th April, 1845._




                        A DESCRIPTIVE CATALOGUE
                                   OF
                      CATLIN'S INDIAN COLLECTION;

                               CONTAINING
                 PORTRAITS, LANDSCAPES, COSTUMES, ETC.,

                                  AND
               REPRESENTATIONS OF THE MANNERS AND CUSTOMS
                     OF THE NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS.

             COLLECTED AND PAINTED ENTIRELY BY MR. CATLIN,
 DURING EIGHT YEARS' TRAVEL AMONGST FORTY-EIGHT TRIBES, MOSTLY SPEAKING
                          DIFFERENT LANGUAGES.

_Exhibited three years, with great success, in the Egyptian Hall, Piccadilly,
                              London._


I wish to inform the visitors to my Collection that, having some
years since become fully convinced of the rapid decline and certain
extinction of the numerous tribes of the North American Indians;
and seeing also the vast importance and value which a full _pictorial
history_ of these interesting but dying people might be to future
ages--I sat out alone, unaided and unadvised, resolved (if my life
should be spared), by the aid of my brush and my pen, to rescue
from oblivion so much of their primitive looks and customs as the
industry and ardent enthusiasm of one lifetime could accomplish,
and set them up in a _Gallery unique and imperishable_, for the use
and benefit of future ages.

I devoted eight years of my life exclusively to the accomplishment
of my design, and that with more than expected success.

I visited with great difficulty, and some hazard to life, forty-eight
tribes (residing within the United States, British, and
Mexican Territories), containing about half a million of souls. I
have seen them in their own villages, have carried my canvas and
colours the whole way, and painted my portraits, &c., from the life,
as they now stand and are seen in the Gallery.

The collection contains (besides an immense number of costumes
and other manufactures) near six hundred paintings, 350 of which
are _Portraits_ of distinguished men and women of the different
tribes, and 250 _other Paintings_, descriptive of _Indian Countries_,
their _Villages_, _Games_, and _Customs_; containing in all above 3000
figures.

As this immense collection has been gathered, and _every painting
has been made from nature_, BY MY OWN HAND--and that too
when I have been paddling my canoe, or leading my pack-horse
over and through trackless wilds, at the hazard of my life--the
world will surely be kind and indulgent enough to receive and
estimate them, as they have been intended, as _true and fac-simile
traces of individual life and historical facts_, and forgive me for
their present unfinished and unstudied condition as works of art.

                                                   GEO. CATLIN.




                           INDIAN PORTRAITS.


                             CERTIFICATES.

                               ----*----

I hereby certify that the persons whose signatures are affixed to the certificates
used below, by Mr. Catlin, are officers in the service of the United States,
as herein set forth: and that their opinions of the accuracy of the likenesses, and
correctness of the views, &c., exhibited by him in his "Indian Gallery," are
entitled to full credit,

                  J. E. POINSETT, Secretary of War, Washington.

                               ----*----

With regard to the gentlemen whose names are affixed to certificates
below, I am fully warranted in saying, that no individuals have had
better opportunities of acquiring a knowledge of the persons, habits,
costumes, and sports of the Indian tribes, or possess stronger claims
upon the public confidence in the statements they make respecting the
correctness of delineations, &c., of Mr. Catlin's "Indian Gallery;" and
I may add my own testimony, with regard to many of those Indians whom
I have seen, and whose likenesses are in the collection, and sketched
with fidelity and correctness.

      C. A. HARRIS, Commissioner of Indian Affairs, Washington.

                               ----*----

I have seen Mr. Catlin's collection of Portraits of Indians, many of
which were familiar to me, and painted in my presence; and, as far
as they have included Indians of my acquaintance, the _likenesses_
are easily recognised, bearing the most striking resemblance to the
originals, as well as faithful representations of their costumes.

         W. CLARK, Superintendent of Indian Affairs, St. Louis.
                               ----*----

I have examined Mr. Catlin's collection of the Upper Missouri Indians
to the Rocky Mountains, all of which I am acquainted with, and indeed
most of them were painted when I was present, and I do not hesitate to
pronounce them correct likenesses, and readily to be recognised. And
I consider the _costumes_, as painted by him, to be the _only correct
representations_ I have ever seen.

                                 JOHN F. A. SANFORD,

                 U. SS. Indian Agent for Mandans, Rickarees, Minatarees,
                      Crows, Knisteneaux, Assinneboins, Blackfeet, &c.
                               ----*----

Having examined Mr. Catlin's collection of Portraits of Indians of the
Missouri and Rocky Mountains, I have no hesitation in pronouncing them,
so far as I am acquainted with the individuals, to be the best I have
ever seen, both as regards the expression of countenance and the exact
and complete manner in which the costume has been painted by him.

                       J. L. BEAN, S. Agent for Indian Affairs.
                               ----*----

I have been for many years past in familiar acquaintance with the
Indian tribes of the Upper Missouri and the Rocky Mountains, and
also with the landscape and other scenes represented in Mr. Catlin's
collection, and it gives me great pleasure to assure the world that, on
looking them over, I found the likenesses of my old friends easily to
be recognised, and his sketches of Manners and Customs to be portrayed
with singular truth and correctness.

                  J. PILCHER, Agent for Upper Missouri Indians.
                               ----*----

It gives me great pleasure in being enabled to add my name to the list
of those who have spontaneously expressed their approbation of Mr.
Catlin's collection of Indian Paintings. His collection of materials
places it in his power to throw much light on the Indian character;
and his portraits, so far as I have seen them, are drawn with great
fidelity as to character and likeness.

          H. SCHOOLCRAFT, Indian Agent for Wisconsin Territory.
                               ----*----

Having lived and dealt with the Black feet Indians for five years
past, I was enabled to recognise _every one_ of the portraits of those
people, and of the Crows also, which Mr. Catlin has in his collection,
from the faithful likenesses they bore to the originals.

_St. Louis_, 1835.
                                                       J. E. BRAZEAU.
                               ----*----

Having spent sixteen years in the continual acquaintance with the
Indians of the several tribes of the Missouri represented in Mr.
Catlin's Gallery of Indian Paintings, I was enabled to judge of the
correctness of the likenesses, and I _instantly recognised every one of
them_, when I looked them over, from the striking resemblance they bore
to the originals; so also of the landscapes on the Missouri.

                                                HONORE PICOTTE.

                               ----*----

The portraits in the possession of Mr. Catlin of Pawnee Picts, Kioways,
Camanches, Wecos, and Osages, were painted by him _from life_, when
on a tour to their country with the United States Dragoons. The
_likenesses_ are good, very easily to be recognised, and the _costumes_
faithfully represented.

                                        HENRY DODGE, Col. of Drag.
                                        R. H. MASON, Major of ditto.
                                        D. HUNTER, Capt. of ditto.
                                        D. PERKINS, Capt. of Drag.
                                        M. DUNCAN, ditto.
                                        T. B. WHEELOCK, Lieut, ditto.

                               ----*----

We have seen Mr. Catlin's Portraits of Indians east of the Rocky
Mountains, many of which are familiar to us: the likenesses are easily
recognised, bearing a strong resemblance to the originals, as well as a
faithful representation of their costumes.

                                        J. DOUGHERTY, Indian Agent.
                                        J. GANTT.

_November 27th, 1837._

                               ----*----

We hereby certify that the portraits of the Grand Pawnees, Republican
Pawnees, Pawnee Loups, Tappage Pawnees, Otoes, Omahaws, and Missouries,
which are in Mr. Catlin's Indian Gallery, were painted from life by
Mr. George Catlin, and that the individuals sat to him in the costumes
precisely in which they are painted.

                J. DOUGHERTY, I. A. for Pawnees, Omahaws, and Otoes.
                J. GANTT.
_New York, 1837._

                               ----*----

I have seen Mr. Catlin's collection of Indian Portraits, many of which
were familiar to me, and painted in my presence at their own villages.
I have spent the greater part of my life amongst the tribes and
individuals he has represented, and I do not hesitate to pronounce them
correct likenesses, and easily recognised; also his sketches of their
_manners_ and _customs_, I think, are excellent; and the _landscape
views_ on the Missouri and Mississippi are correct representations.

        K. M'KENZIE, of the Am. Fur Co., Mouth of Yellow Stone.

                               ----*----

We hereby certify that the portraits of Seminoles and Euchees, named in
this catalogue, were painted by George Catlin, from the life, at Fort
Moultrie; that the Indians sat or stood in the costumes precisely in
which they are painted, and that the likenesses are remarkably good.

                              P. MORRISON, Capt. 4th Inft.
                              J. S. HATHAWAY, 2nd Lieut. 1st Art.
                              H. WHARTON, 2nd Lieut. 6th Inft.
                              F. WEEDON, Assistant-Surgeon.

  _Fort Moultrie, Jan. 26, 1838._

                               ----*----

In addition to the above certificates, nearly every portrait has
inseparably attached to its back an _individual_ certificate, signed by
Indian agents, officers of the army, or other persons, who were present
when the picture was painted. The form of these certificates is as
follows:--

          No. 131, BLACKFOOT, PE-TOH-PE-KISS (THE EAGLE-RIBS).

I hereby certify that this portrait was painted from the life, at Fort
Union, mouth of Yellow Stone, in the year 1832, by George Catlin, and
that the Indian sat in the costume in which it is painted.

                JOHN F. A. SANFORD, United States Indian Agent.

                    _Légation des Etats Unis, Paris, Dec. 8, 1841._

DEAR SIR,

No man can appreciate better than myself the admirable fidelity of
your drawings and book which I have lately received. They are equally
spirited and accurate--they are true to nature. Things that _are_ are
not sacrificed, as they too often are by the painter, to things as in
his judgment they should be.

During eighteen years of my life I was Superintendent of Indian Affairs
in the north-western territory of the United States; and during more
than five I was Secretary of War, to which department belongs the
general control of Indian concerns. I know the Indians thoroughly--I
have spent many a month in their camps, council-houses, villages,
and hunting-grounds--I have fought with them and against them--and I
have negotiated seventeen treaties of peace or of cession with them.
I mention these circumstances to show you that I have a good right
to speak confidently upon the subject of your drawings. Among them I
recognise many of my old acquaintances, and everywhere I am struck with
the vivid representations of them and their customs, of their peculiar
features, and of their costumes. Unfortunately they are receding before
the advancing tide of our population, and are probably destined, at no
distant day, wholly to disappear; but your collection will preserve
them, as far as human art can do, and will form the most perfect
monument of an extinguished race that the world has ever seen.

                                                    LEWIS CASS.
_To George Catlin._

                               ----*----
                           _Cottage, Haddington, 15th April, 1843._
DEAR SIR,

I have enjoyed much pleasure in attending your lectures at the Waterloo
Rooms in Edinburgh. Your delineations of the Indian character, the
display of beautiful costumes, and the native Indian manners, true to
the life, realised to my mind and view scenes I had so often witnessed
in the parts of the Indian countries where I had been; and for twenty
years' peregrinations in those parts, from Montreal to the Great Slave
River north, and from the shores of the Atlantic, crossing the Rocky
Mountains, to the mouth of the Columbia River, on the Pacific Ocean,
west, I had opportunities of seeing much. Your lectures and exhibition
have afforded me great pleasure and satisfaction, and I shall wish you
all that success which you so eminently deserve for the rich treat
which you have afforded in our enlightened, literary, and scientific
metropolis.

                     I remain, dear Sir, yours very truly,
                                                 JOHN HALDANE.
_To George Catlin, Esq._

The following is an extract of a letter received some days since by a
gentleman in Edinburgh, from Mr. James Hargrave, of the Hudson's Bay
Company, dated York Factory, Hudson's Bay, 10th December, 1842:--

  "Should you happen to fall in with Catlin's Letters on the North
  American Indians, I would strongly recommend a perusal of them for
  the purpose of acquiring a knowledge of the habits and customs of
  those tribes among whom he was placed. Catlin's sketches are true
  to life, and are powerfully descriptive of their appearance and
  character."





                       CATLIN'S INDIAN COLLECTION

                           INDIAN PORTRAITS.


                            SACS (SÁU-KIES).

    A Tribe of Indians residing on the Upper Mississippi and Desmoines
    rivers. Present number (in 1840) about 5000. The smallpox carried
    off half their population a few years since; and a considerable
    number were destroyed in the "Black Hawk War" in 1832-3. This tribe
    shave the head, leaving only a small tuft of hair on the top, which
    is called the "scalplock."

[The _acute accent_ is used in the spelling of the Indian names merely
to denote the emphasis.]

 1. _Kee-o-kúk_, the Running Fox; present Chief of the Tribe.
        Shield on his arm and staff of office (sceptre) in his hand;
        necklace of grisly bear's claws, over the skin of a white
        wolf, on his neck.

    This man, during the Black Hawk War, kept two-thirds of the
    warriors of the tribe neutral, and was therefore appointed chief by
    General Scott, in treaty, with the consent of the nation.

 2. _Múk-a-tah-mish-o-káh-kaik_, the Black Hawk; in his war dress
        and paint. Strings of wampum in his ears and on his neck, and
        his _medicine-bag_ (the skin of the black hawk) on his arm.

    This is the man famed as the conductor of the Black Hawk War.
    Painted at the close of the war, while he was a prisoner at
    Jefferson Barracks, in 1832.

 3. _Náh-se-ús-kuk_, the Whirling Thunder; eldest son of Black
        Hawk.

    A very handsome man. He distinguished himself in the Black Hawk War.

 4. _Wa-sáw-me-saw_, the Roaring Thunder; youngest son of Black
        Hawk.

    Painted while a prisoner of war.

 5. ( ), wife of Kee-o-kúk (No. 1); in a dress of civilized
        manufacture, ornamented with silver brooches.

    This woman is the eldest of seven wives whom I saw in his lodge,
    and, being the mother of his favourite son, the most valued one. To
    her alone would he allow the distinguished honour of being painted
    and hung up with the chiefs.

 6. _Me-sóu-wahk_, the Deer's Hair; the favourite son of
        Kee-o-kúk, and by him designated to be his successor.

 7. _Wah-pe-kée-suck_, White Cloud, called the "Prophet;" one of
        Black Hawk's principal warriors and advisers.

    Was a prisoner of war with Black Hawk, and travelled with him
    through the Eastern States.

 8. _Náh-pope_, the Soup; another of Black Hawk's principal
        advisers; and travelled with him, when he was a prisoner of
        war, to the Eastern cities.

    He desired to be painted with a white flag in his hand.

 9. _Ah-móu-a_, the Whale, one of Kee-o-kúk's principal braves;
        holding a handsome war-club in his hand.

 10. _Wa-quóth-e-qua_, the Buck's Wife, or Female Deer; the wife
        of Ah-móu-a.

 11. _Pash-ee-pa-hó_, the Little Stabbing Chief; holding his staff
        of office in his hand, shield and pipe.

    A very venerable old man, who has been for many years the first
    civil chief of the Sacs and Foxes.

 12. _I-o-wáy_, the Ioway; one of Black Hawk's principal warriors;
        his body curiously ornamented with his "war-paint."

 13. _Pam-a-hó_, the Swimmer; one of Black Hawk's warriors.

    Very distinguished.

 14. _No-kúk-qua_, the Bear's Fat.

 15. _Pash-ee-pa-hó_, the Little Stabbing Chief (the younger); one
        of Black Hawk's braves.

 16. _Wáh-pa-ko-lás-kuk_, the Bear's Track.


                                 FOXES.

        On the Desmoines River; present number (in 1840), 1500.

 17. _Aíh-no-wa_, the Fire; a doctor or _"medicine" man_; one half
        of his body painted red, and the other yellow.

 18. _Wée-sheet_, the Sturgeon's Head; one of Black Hawk's
        principal warriors; his body most singularly ornamented with
        his _war-paint_.

    This man held a spear in his hand, with which, he assured me, he
    killed four white men during the war.

 19, 20, 21. Three in a group; names not known.


                                KON-ZAS.

A tribe of 1560 souls, residing on the Konza river, sixty or eighty
miles west of the Missouri. Uncivilized remains of a powerful and warlike
tribe. One-half died with the smallpox a few years since. This tribe
shave the head like the Osages, Sacs, and Foxes.

22. _Shó-me-kós-see_, the Wolf; one of the Chiefs; his head curiously
ornamented, and numerous strings of wampum on his
neck.

23. _Jee-hé-o-hó-shah_, He who cannot be thrown down; a warrior.

24. _Wá-hón-ga-shee_, No Fool; a very great fop.

Used half the day in painting his face, preparing to sit for his picture.

25. _Meach-o-shín-gaw_, Little White Bear; a spirited and distinguished
brave, with a scalping-knife grasped in his hand.

26. _O-rón-gás-see_, the Bear-catcher; a celebrated warrior.

27. _Chésh-oo-hong-ha_, the Man of Good Sense; a handsome
young warrior; style of his head-dress like the Grecian
helmet.

28. _Hón-je-a-pút-o_, a woman; wife of O-rón-gás-see.


                    O-SÁGE, OR WA-SÁW-SEE.

    A tribe in their primitive state, inhabiting the head-waters of
    the Arkansas and Neosho or Grand Rivers, 700 miles west of the
    Mississippi. Present number of the tribe, 5200; residing in three
    villages; wigwams built of barks and flags, or reeds. The Osages
    are the tallest men on the continent, the most of them being over
    six feet in stature, and many of them seven. This tribe shave the
    head, leaving a small tuft on the top, called the "scalp-lock."

 29. _Cler-mónt_, ----; first Chief of the tribe; with his
        war-club in his hand, and his leggins fringed with
        scalp-locks taken from his enemies' heads.

    This man is the son of an old and celebrated chief of that name,
    who died a few years since.

 30. _Wáh-chee-te_, ----; woman and child; wife of Cler-mónt.

 31. _Tchong-tas-sáb-bee_, the Black Dog; second Chief of the
        Osages; with his pipe in one hand and tomahawk in the other;
        head shaved, and ornamented with a crest made of the deer's
        tail, coloured red.

    This is the largest man in the Osage nation, and blind in his left
    eye.

 32. _Tál-lee_,----; an Osage warrior of distinction; with his
        shield, bow, and quiver.

 33. _Wa-ho-béck-ee_,----; a brave; said to be the handsomest
        man in the nation; with a profusion of wampum on
        his neck, and a fan in his hand made of the eagle's
        tail. 34. _Mun-ne-pús-kee_, He who is not afraid. }
        } 35. _Ko-ha-túnk-a_, the Big Crow. } group. } 36.
        _Nah-cóm-ee-shee_, Man of the Bed. }

    Three distinguished young warriors, who desired to be painted on
    one canvas.

 37. _Moi-eén-e-shee_, the Constant Walker.

38. _Wa-másh-ee-sheek_, He who takes away. }
                                           }
39. _Wa-chésh-uk_, War.                    } group.
                                           }
40. _Mink-chésk_,----.                     }

    Three distinguished young men, full length.

 41. _Tcha-tó-ga_, Mad Buffalo; bow and quiver on his back.

    This man was tried and convicted for the murder of two white men,
    under Mr. Adams's administration, and was afterwards pardoned, but
    is held in disgrace in his tribe since.

 42. _Wash-ím-pe-shee_, the Madman; a distinguished warrior; full
        length.

 43. _Pa-hú-sha_, White Hair; the younger; with lance and quiver.
        Chief of a band, and rival of Cler-mónt.

 44. _Shin-ga-wás-sa_, the Handsome Bird; a splendid-looking
        fellow, six feet eight inches high; with war-club and quiver.

 45. _Cáh-he-ga-shín-ga_, the Little Chief; full-length, with bow
        and quiver.


                             CA-MÁN-CHEES.

    One of the most powerful and hostile tribes in North America,
    inhabiting the western parts of Texas and the Mexican provinces,
    and the south-western part of the territory of the United States
    near the Rocky Mountains; entirely wild and predatory in their
    habits; the most expert and effective lancers and horsemen on the
    continent. Numbering some 25,000 or 30,000; living in skin lodges
    or wigwams; well mounted on wild horses; continually at war with
    the Mexicans, Texians, and Indian tribes of the north-west.

 46. _Eé-shah-kó-nee_, the Bow and Quiver; first Chief of the
        tribe. Boar's tusk on his breast, and rich shells in his ears.

 47. _Ta-wáh-que-nah_, the Mountain of Rocks; second Chief of the
        tribe, and largest man in the nation.

    This man received the United States Regiment of Dragoons with great
    kindness at his village, which was beautifully situated at the base
    of a huge spur of the Rocky Mountains: he has decidedly African
    features, and a beard of two inches in length on his chin.

 48. _Ish-a-ró-yeh_, He who carries a Wolf; a distinguished
        brave; so called from the circumstance of his carrying a
        _medicine-bag_ made of the skin of a wolf: he holds a whip in
        his hand.

    This man piloted the dragoons to the Camanchee village, and
    received a handsome rifle from Colonel Dodge for so doing.

 49. _Kots-o-kó-ro-kó_, the Hair of the Bull's Neck; third grade
        Chief; shield on his arm and gun in his hand.

 50. _Is-sa-wáh-tám-ah_, the Wolf tied with Hair; a Chief, third
        rate: pipe in his hand.

 51. _His-oo-sán-chees_, the Little Spaniard; a brave of the
        highest order in his tribe; armed as a warrior, with shield,
        bow and quiver, lance fourteen feet long, and war-knife.

    This was the first of the Camanchees who daringly left his own
    war-party and came to the regiment of dragoons, and spoke with
    our interpreter, inviting us to go to their village. A man of
    low stature, but of the most remarkable strength and daring
    courage.--See him approaching the dragoons on horseback, No. 489.

 52. _Háh-nee_, the Beaver; a warrior of terrible aspect.

 53-54. Two Camanchee Girls (sisters), showing the wigwam of the
        Chief, his dogs, and his five children.


                    PAW-NEE PÍCTS (['T]OW-EE-AHGE).

    A wild and hostile tribe, numbering about 6000, adjoining the
    Camanchees on the north. This tribe and the Camanchees are in
    league with each other, joining in war and in the chase.

 55. _Wee-tá-ra-shá-ro_,----; head Chief; an old and very
        venerable man.

    This man embraced Colonel Dodge, and others of the dragoon officers
    in council, in his village, and otherwise treated them with great
    kindness, theirs being the first visit ever made to them by white
    people.

 56. _Sky-se-ró-ka_,----; second Chief of the tribe.

    A fine-looking and remarkably shrewd and intelligent man.

 57. _Kid-á-day_,----; a brave of distinction.

 58. _Káh-kée-tsee_, the Thighs. } } 59. _Shé-de-ah_, Wild Sage. }

    Both of these women were prisoners amongst the Osages; they were
    purchased by the Indian Commissioner, and sent home to the nation
    by the dragoons.

 60. _A[h´]-sho-cole_, Rotten Foot; a noted warrior.

 61. _A[h´]-re-ka[h´]-na-có-chee_, the Mad Elk; a great warrior.


                                KÍ-O-WA.

    Also a wild and predatory tribe of 5000 or 6000, living on the west
    of the Pawnee Picts and Camanchees, and also in alliance with those
    warlike and powerful tribes. They inhabit the base of, and extend
    their wars and hunts through a great extent of the Rocky Mountains:
    and, like the Camanchees, are expert and wonderful horsemen.

 62. _Téh-tóot-sah_,----, first Chief.

    This man treated the dragoons with great kindness in his country,
    and came in with us to Fort Gibson; his hair was very long,
    extending down as low as his knees, and put up in clubs, and
    ornamented with silver brooches.

 63. _Kotz-a-tó-ah_, the Smoked Shield; a distinguished warrior;
        full-length.

 64. _Bón-són-gee_, New Fire; Chief of a band; boar's tusk and
        war-whistle on his breast.

 65. _Quáy-hám-kay_, the Stone Shell; a brave, and a good specimen
        of the wild untutored savage.

 66. _Túnk-aht-óh-ye_ the Thunderer (boy).

 67. _Wun-pán-to-mee_, the White Weasel (girl).

    This boy and girl, who had been for several years prisoners amongst
    the Osages, were purchased by the Indian Commissioner; the girl was
    sent home to her nation by the dragoons, and the boy was killed by
    a ram the day before we started. They were brother and sister.


                                WÉE-CO.

    A small tribe, living near to, and under the protection of, the
    Pawnee Picts, speaking an unknown language; probably the remnant of
    a tribe conquered and enslaved by the Pawnee Picts.

 68. _U'sh-ee-kitz_, He who fights with a Feather. Chief of the
        tribe.

    This man came into Fort Gibson with the dragoons; he was famous for
    a custom he observed after all his speeches, of _embracing_ the
    officers and chiefs in council.


                           SIÓUX (DAH-CÓ-TA).

    This is one of the most numerous and powerful tribes at present
    existing on the continent, numbering, undoubtedly, some 40,000,
    occupying a vast tract of country on the upper waters of the
    Mississippi and Missouri rivers, and extending quite to the base of
    the Rocky Mountains. They live in skin lodges, and move them about
    the prairies, without any permanent residence. This tribe lost
    about 8000 by smallpox a few years since.

 69. _Ha-wón-je-tah_, the One Horn; first Chief of the tribe;
        _Mee-ne-cow-e-gee_ band, Upper Missouri; hair tied on his
        head in form of a turban, and filled with glue and red earth,
        or vermilion.

    The Sioux have forty-one bands; every band has a chief, and this
    man was head of all: he has been recently killed by a buffalo-bull.
    #/

 70. _Wá-nah-de-túnk-ah_, the Big Eagle, or Black Dog;
        at the Falls of St. Anthony. Chief of the
        _O-hah-has-ka-toh-y-an-te_, or _Long Avenue_ band.

 71. _Tchán-dee_, Tobacco; second Chief of the nation, of the
        _O-gla-la_ band, Upper Missouri.

 72. _Wán-ee-ton_, ----; Chief of the _Sus-se-ton_ band, Upper
        Missouri; full-length, in a splendid dress; head-dress of
        war-eagle's quills and ermine, and painted robe.

    One of the most noted and dignified, as well as graceful chiefs of
    the Sioux tribe.

 73. _Tóh-to-wah-kón-da-pee_, the Blue Medicine; a noted
        "medicine-man," or doctor, at the St. Peter's, of the
        _Ting-ta-to-ah_ band; with his _medicine_ or mystery drum and
        rattle in his hands, his looking-glass on his breast, his
        rattle of antelope's hoofs, and drum of deer-skins.

    These "_medicine-men_" are conjurers as well as physicians,
    paying their dernier visits to the sick, with their _mysteries_,
    endeavouring and pretending to cure by a charm.

  74. _Ah-nó-je-nahge_, He who stands on both Sides; and

  75. _We-chúsh-ta-dóo-ta_, the Red Man; the two most distinguished
     ball-players of the Sioux tribe, in their ball-play dress, with
     their ball-sticks in their hands.

    In this beautiful and favourite game, each player is adorned with
    an embroidered belt, and a tail of beautiful quills or horse-hair;
    the arms, legs, and feet are always naked, and curiously painted.
    (See two paintings of ball-plays, and further description of the
    game, under _Amusements_, Nos. 428, 429, 430, and the ball-sticks
    among the manufactures.)

 76. _Ka-pés-ka-da_, the Shell; a brave of the _O-gla-la_ band.

 77. _Táh-zee-keh-dá-cha_, the Torn Belly; a very distinguished
        brave of the _Yank-ton_ band, Upper Missouri.

 78. _Wúk-mi-ser_, Corn; a warrior of distinction, of the
        _Ne-caw-ee-gee_ band.

 79. _Chá-tee-wah-née-che_, No Heart; a very noted Indian. Chief
        of the _Wah-ne-watch-to-nee-nah_ band.

 80. _Ee-áh-sá-pa_, the Black Rock; Chief of the _Nee-caw-wee-gee_
        band; a very dignified chief, in a beautiful dress, full
        length, head-dress of eagles' quills and ermine, and horns
        of the buffalo; lance in his hand, and battles of his life
        emblazoned on his robe.

 81. _Wi-lóoh-tah-eeh-tcháh-ta-máh-nee_, the Red Thing that
        touches in Marching; a young girl; and the daughter of _Black
        Rock_ (No. 80), by her side--her dress of deer-skin, and
        ornamented with brass buttons and beads.

 82. _Toh-kí-e-to_, the Stone with Horns. Chief of the Yank-ton
        band, and principal orator of the nation; his body curiously
        tattooed.

 83. _Mah-tó-rah-rísh-nee-eéh-ée-rah_, the Grisly Bear that runs
        without Regard; a brave of the _Onc-pah-pa_ band.

 84. _Mah-tó-che-ga_, the Little Bear; a distinguished brave.

 85. _Shón-ka_, the Dog; Chief of the _Bad Arrow Points_ band.

 86. _Táh-téck-a-da-háir_, the Steep Wind; a Brave of the
        _Ca-za-zhee-ta_ (or Bad Arrow Points) band.

    These three distinguished men were all killed in a private quarrel
    (while I was in the country), occasioned by my painting only _one
    half_ of the face of the first (No. 84); ridicule followed, and
    resort to fire-arms, in which that side of the face which I had
    left out was blown off in a few moments after I had finished the
    portrait; and sudden and violent revenge for the offence soon laid
    the other two in the dust, and imminently endangered my own life.
    (For a full account of this strange transaction, see Catlin's
    'Letters and Notes on North American Indians.')

 87. _Heh-háh-ra-pah_, the Elk's Head; Chief of the
        _Ee-ta-sip-shov_ band, Upper Missouri.

 88. _Máh-to-een-náh-pa_, the White Bear that goes out; Chief of
        the _Black Foot Sioux_ band.

 89. _Tchón-su-móns-ka_, the Sand Bar; woman of the _Te-ton_ band,
        with a beautiful head of hair; her dress almost literally
        covered with brass buttons, which are highly valued by the
        women, to adorn their dresses.

 90. _Wá-be-shaw_, the Leaf; Upper Mississippi, Chief of a band,
        blind in one eye; a very distinguished man, since dead.

 91. _Shón-ga-tón-ga-chésh-en-day_, the Horse-dung; Chief of a
        band; a great conjurer and magician.

 92. _Tah-tón-ga-mó-nee_, the Walking Buffalo; Red Wing's son.

 93. _Múz-za_, the Iron; St. Peters; a brave of distinction, and a
        very handsome fellow.

 94. _Te-o-kún-ko_, the Swift.

    An ill-visaged and ill-natured fellow, though reputed a desperate
    warrior. #/


                                PÚN-CAH.

    A small tribe residing on the west bank of the Missouri River, 900
    in number, reduced one-half by the smallpox in 1824-5.

 95. _Shoo-de-gá-cha_, the Smoke; Chief of the Tribe.

    A very philosophical and dignified man.

 96. _Hee-láh-dee_, the Pure Fountain; wife of Shoo-de-gá-cha (No.
        95).

 97. _Hongs-káy-dee_, the Great Chief; son of the Chief.

    This young fellow, about 18 years of age, glowing red with
    vermilion, signalised himself by marrying _four wives in one day_,
    whilst I was in his village! He took them all at once to his
    wigwam, where I saw them, and painted one of them.

 98. _Mong-shóng-sha_, the Bending Willow; one of the four wives
        of Hongs-káy-dee (No. 97), about 13 years old, and wrapped in
        a buffalo robe, prettily garnished.


                   PÁW-NEES,--OF THE PLATTE.

    A wild and very warlike tribe of 12,000, occupying the country
    watered by the river Platte, from the Missouri to the Rocky
    Mountains. This once very powerful tribe lost one-half of their
    numbers by the small-pox in 1823: they are entirely distinct from
    the Pawnee Picts, both in language and customs, and live 1000 miles
    from them. This tribe shave the head like the Sacs and Foxes.


                 FIRST BAND.--GRAND PA´WNEES.

 99. _Shón-ka-ki-he-ga_, the Horse Chief; head Chief of the tribe.

    This chief, and a number of his braves, visited Washington in 1837.

 100. _La-dóo-ke-a_, the Buffalo Bull; his _medicine_ or _totem_
        (the head of a buffalo bull) painted on his face and breast,
        his bow and arrow in his hands.

 101. _Ah-sháw-wah-róoks-te_, the Medicine Horse; a brave, or
        soldier.

              SECOND BAND.--TAP-PA´HGE PA´WNEES.

102. _La-kée-too-wi-rá-sha_, the Little Chief; a great warrior.

103. _Loo-rá-wée-re-coo_, the Bird that goes to War.

               THIRD BAND.--REPUBLICAN PA´WNEES.

 104. _A´h-sha-la-cóots-ah_, the Mole in the Forehead; Chief of his
        band; a very distinguished warrior.

 105. _Lá-shah-le-stáw-hix_, the Man Chief.

 106. _La-wée-re-coo-re-shaw-wee_, the War Chief.

 107. _Te-ah´-ke-ra-lée-re-coo_, the Chayenne; a fine-looking
        fellow, with a pipe in one hand and his whip in the other.

                 FOURTH BAND.--WOLF PA´WNEES.

 108. _Le-sháw-loo-láh-le-hoo_, the Big Elk; Chief of the band.

 109. _Lo-lóch-to-hóo-lah_, the Big Chief; a very celebrated man.

 110. _La-wáh-he-coots-la-sháw-no_, the Brave Chief; impressions of
        hands painted on his breast.

 111. _L'har-e-tar-rúshe_, the Ill-natured Man; a great warrior.


                               O-MÁ-HAS.

    The remains of a numerous tribe, nearly destroyed by the small-pox
    in 1823, now living under the protection of the Pawnees: their
    numbers, about 1500.

 112. _Man-sha-qúi-ta_, the Little Soldier; a brave.

 113. _Ki-hó-ga-waw-shú-shee_, the Brave Chief; Chief of the tribe.

 114. _Om-pah-tón-ga_, the Big Elk; a famous warrior, his tomahawk
        in his hand, and face painted black, for war.

 115. _Sháw-da-mon-nee_, There he goes; a brave.

 116. _Nóm-ba-mon-nee_, the Double Walker; a brave.


                               OTE-TOES.

    These are also the remains of a large tribe, two-thirds of which
    were destroyed by small-pox in 1823: they are neighbours and
    friends of the Pawnees, numbering about 600.

 117. _Wah-ro-née-sah_, the Surrounder; Chief of the tribe, quite
        an old man; his shirt made of the skin of a grisly bear, with
        the claws on.

 118. _Nón-je-ning-a_, No Heart; a distinguished brave.

 119. _No-wáy-ke-súg-gah_, He who Strikes Two at Once. Sketch quite
        unfinished; beautiful dress, trimmed with a profusion of
        scalp-locks and eagles' quills; pipe in his hand, and
        necklace of grisly bears' claws.

 120. _Ráw-no-way-wóh-krah_, the Loose Pipe-stem; a brave (full
        length); eagle head-dress, shirt of grisly bear's skin.

 121. _Wée-ke-rú-law_, He who Exchanges; beautiful pipe in his hand.


                             MIS-SÓU-RIES.

    Once a very numerous and powerful nation, occupying the States of
    Illinois and Indiana. Reduced in wars with Sacs and Foxes, and
    lastly by the small-pox in 1823; now merged into the Pawnee tribe.
    Numbers at present, 400; twenty years ago, 18,000.

 122. _Háw-che-he-súg-ga_, He who kills the Osages; Chief of the
        tribe; an old man, necklace of grisly bears' claws, and a
        handsome carved pipe in his hand.


                              RÍC-CA-EEES.

    A small but very hostile tribe of 2500, on the west bank of the
    Missouri, 1600 miles above its junction with the Mississippi;
    living in one village of earth-covered lodges.

 123. _Stán-au-pat_, the Bloody Hand; Chief of the tribe. His face
        painted red with vermilion, scalping-knife in his hand;
        wearing a beautiful dress.

 124. _Kah-béck-a_, the Twin; wife of the Chief (No. 123).

 125. _Pshán-shaw_, the Sweet-scented Grass; a girl of twelve years
        old, daughter of the Chief (No. 123), full length, in a
        beautiful dress of the mountain-sheep skin, neatly garnished,
        and robe of the young buffalo.

 126. _Páh-too-cá-ra_, He who Strikes; a distinguished brave.


                               MAN-DANS,
   (SEE-PO'HS-KA-NU-MA'H-KA'-KEE,) PEOPLE OF THE PHEASANTS.

    A small tribe of 2000 souls, living in two permanent villages on
    the Missouri, 1800 miles above its junction with the Mississippi.
    Earth-covered lodges; villages fortified by strong piquets,
    eighteen feet high, and a ditch. [_This friendly and interesting
    tribe all perished by the small-pox and suicide in 1837 (three
    years after I lived amongst them), excepting about forty, who have
    since been destroyed by their enemy, rendering the tribe entirely
    extinct, and their language lost, in the short space of a few
    months!_ The disease was carried amongst them by the traders, which
    destroyed in six months, of different tribes, 25,000!]

 127. _Ha-na-tá-nu-maúk_, the Wolf Chief; head of the tribe, in
        a splendid dress, head-dress of raven-quills, and two
        _calumets_ or pipes of peace in his hand.

 128. _Máh-to-toh-pa_, the Four Bears; second Chief, but the
        favourite and popular man of the nation; costume splendid,
        head-dress of war-eagles' quills and ermine, extending quite
        to the ground, surmounted by the horns of the buffalo and
        skin of the magpie.

 129. _Mah-tó-he-ha_, the Old Bear; a very distinguished brave; but
        here represented in the character of a _Medicine Man_ or
        Doctor, with his _medicine_ or _mystery_ pipes in his hands,
        and foxes' tails tied to his heels, prepared to make his last
        visit to his patient, to cure him, if possible, by _hocus
        pocus_ and magic.

 130. _Mah-táhp-ta-a_, He who rushes through the Middle; a brave,
        son of the former Chief, called "the Four Men." Necklace of
        bears' claws.

 131. _Máh-to-tóh-pa_, the Four Bears; in _undress_, being in
        mourning, with a few locks of his hair cut off. His hair put
        up in plaits or slabs, with glue and red paint, a custom of
        the tribe.

    The scars on his breast, arms, and legs, show that he has
    several times in his life submitted to the propitiatory tortures
    represented in four paintings, Nos. 505, 506, 507, 508.

 132. _Seehk-hée-da_, the Mouse-coloured Feather, or "_White
        Eyebrows_;" a very noted brave, with a beautiful pipe in his
        hand; his hair quite yellow.

    This man was killed by the Sioux, and scalped, two years after I
    painted his portrait: his scalp lies on the table, No. 10.

 133. _Mi-néek-ee-súnk-te-ka_, the Mink; a beautiful Mandan
        girl, in mountain-sheep skin dress, ornamented with
        porcupine-quills, beads, and elk's teeth.

 134. _Sha-kó-ka_, Mint.

    A very pretty and modest girl, twelve years of age, with _grey
    hair! peculiar to the Mandans_. This unaccountable peculiarity
    belongs to the Mandans alone, and about one in twelve, of both
    sexes and of all ages, have the hair of a bright silvery grey, and
    exceedingly coarse and harsh, somewhat like a horse's mane.

 135. _[U']n-ka-hah-hón-shee-kow_, the Long Finger-nails; a brave.

 136. _Máh-ta[h']p-ta-hah_, the One who rushes through the Middle.

 137, 138, 139, 140, 141, 142. _San-ja-ka-kó-koh_, the Deceiving
        Wolf; and five others, in a group; names not preserved.


                               SHI-ENNE.

    A small but very valiant tribe of 3000, neighbours of the Sioux, on
    the west, between the Black Hills and the Rocky Mountains: a very
    tall race of men, second in stature to the Osages.

 143. _Né-hee-ó-ee-wóo-tis_, the Wolf on the Hill; Chief of the
        tribe; a noble and fine-looking fellow: this man has been
        known to own 100 horses at one time.

 144. _Tis-se-wóo-na-tís_, She who bathes her Knees; Wife of the
        Chief (No. 143); her hair in braid.


                       FLAT HEADS, or NEZ PERCÉS.

    On the head-waters of the Columbia, west of the Rocky Mountains.

 145. _Hee-oh'ks-te-kin_, the Rabbit's Skin Leggins; a brave, in a
        very beautiful dress.

 146. _H'co-a-h'co-a-h'cotes-min_, No Horns on his Head; a brave, a
        very handsome man, in a beautiful dress.

 147. ( ) Woman and Child; showing the manner in which the heads of
        the children are flattened.


                               CHIN-OOK.

    On the lower parts of the Columbia, near the Pacific Ocean.

 148. _Hee-doh'ge-ats_, ----; a young man, eighteen years of age.


                              BLACK FEET.

    A very warlike and hostile tribe of 50,000, including the _Peagans
    Cotonnés_ and _Gros-ventres de Prairies_, occupying the head-waters
    of the Missouri, extending a great way into the British territory
    on the north, and into the Rocky Mountains on the west. Rather low
    in stature, broad chested, square shouldered, richly clad, and well
    armed, living in skin lodges. 12,000 of them destroyed by smallpox
    within the year 1838!

 149. _Stu-mick-o-súcks_, the Buffalo's Black Fat; Chief of the
        tribe, in a splendid costume, richly garnished with
        porcupine-quills, and fringed with scalp-locks.

 150. _Eeh-nís-kim_, the Crystal Stone; wife of the Chief (No. 149).

 151. _In-ne-ó-cose_, the Buffalo's Child; a warrior, full-length,
        with _medicine-bag_ of otter-skin.

 152. _Peh-tó-pe-kiss_, the Eagle's Ribs; Chief of the "_Blood
        Band_," full-length, in splendid dress; head-dress of horns
        of the buffalo and ermines' tails; lance in his hand and two
        _medicine-bags_.

 153. _Mix-ke-móte-skin-na_, the Iron Horn; warrior, in a splendid
        dress.

 154. _Pek-no-máh-kan_, He who runs down the Hill.

 155. _Ah'-kay-ee-píx-en_, the Woman who Strikes Many; full-length;
        dress of mountain-sheep skin.

 156. _Méh-tóom_, the Hill.

 157. _Tcha-dés-sa-ko-máh-pee_, the Bear's Child, with war-club.

 158. _Wún-nes-tou_, the White Buffalo; a _medicine-man_ or
        _doctor_, with his _medicine_ or _mystery_ shield.

 159. _Tcha-aés-ka-ding_, ----; boy, four years old, wearing his
        robe made of the skin of a racoon: this boy is grandson of
        the Chief, and is expected to be his successor.

 160. _Peh-tó-pe-kiss_, the Eagle's Ribs; Chief of the Blood Band;
        splendid dress.

    This man boasted to me that he had killed eight white men
    (trappers) in his country; he said that they had repeatedly told
    the traders that they should not catch the beaver in their country,
    and if they continued to do it they would kill them.

     161. ( ) ----, a _medicine-man_, or _doctor_, performing his
     _medicines_ or _mysteries_ over a dying man, with the skin of a
     yellow bear and other curious articles of dress thrown over him;
     with his mystery rattle and mystery spear, which, he supposes,
     possess a supernatural power in the art of healing and curing the
     sick.


                         CROWS (BEL-ANT-SE-A.)

    A tribe of 7000, on the head-waters of the Yellow Stone
    River, extending their hunts and their wars into the Rocky
    Mountains--inveterate enemies of the Black Feet; tall, fine-limbed
    men, graceful and gentlemanly in deportment, and the most richly
    and tastefully clad of any Indians on the continent. Skin lodges,
    many of which are tastefully ornamented and painted like the one
    standing in the room.

 162. _Cháh-ee-chópes_, the Four Wolves; a Chief, a fine-looking
        fellow; his hair reaching the ground; his _medicine_
        (mystery) _bag_ of the skin of the ermine.

    This man was in mourning, having some of his locks cut off.

 163. _Eé-hée-a-duck-cée-a_, He who ties his Hair before; a man of
        six feet stature, whose natural hair drags on the ground as
        he walks.

 164. _Pa-rís-ka-róo-pa_, the Two Crows; Chief of a band; his hair
        sweeps the ground; his head-dress made of the eagle's
        skin entire; he holds in his hand his lance and two
        _medicine_-bags, the one of his own instituting, the other
        taken from his enemy, whom he had killed in battle.

 165. _Hó-ra-tó-a_, ----; a brave, wrapped in his robe, and his
        hair reaching to the ground; his spear in his hand, and bow
        and quiver slung.

 166. _Oó-je-en-á-he-a_, the Woman who lives in the Bear's Den; her
        hair cut off, she being in mourning.

 167. _Duhk-gits-o-ó-see_, the Red Bear.

 168. _Pa-ris-ka-róo-pa_, the Two Crows (the younger), called the
        "Philosopher."

    A young man distinguished as an orator and wise man, though the
    character of his face and head would almost appear like a deformity.

 169. _Bi-éets-ee-cure_, the Very Sweet Man.

 170. _Ba-da-ah-chón-du_, He who jumps over Every One; on a wild
        horse, with war-eagle head-dress on his horse's and his own
        head; with shield, bow, quiver, and lance; his long hair
        floating in the wind.


                              GROS-VENTRES

           (MIN-A-TAR-REES), PEOPLE OF THE WILLOWS.

    A small tribe, near neighbours and friends of the Mandans, speaking
    the Crow language, and probably have, at a former period, strayed
    away from them; numbering about 1100.

 171. _Eh-toh'k-pah-she-pée-shah_, the Black Mocassin; Chief; over
        a hundred years old; sits in his lodge, smoking a handsome
        pipe; his arms and ornaments hanging on a post by the side of
        his bed. (Since dead.)

 172. _E'e-a-chín-che-a_, the Red Thunder; the son of the Black
        Mocassin (No. 171), represented in the costume of a warrior.

 173. _Pa-ris-ka-róo-pa_, the Two Crows; with a handsome shirt,
        ornamented with ermine, and necklace of grisly bears' claws.

    This man is now the head Chief of the tribe.

 174. ( ), ----; woman, the wife of the Two Crows (No. 173).

 175. _Seet-sé-be-a_, the Mid-day Sun; a pretty girl, in
        mountain-sheep skin dress, and fan of the eagle's tail in her
        hand.


                         CREES (KNIS-TE-NEUX).

    A small tribe of 4000, in _Her Majesty's dominions_, neighbours of
    the Black Feet, and always at war with them; desperate warriors;
    small and light in stature. Half of them have recently died of the
    smallpox since I was amongst them.

 176. _Eeh-tow-wées-ka-zeet_, He who has Eyes behind him; one of
        the foremost braves of the tribe, in a handsome dress.

    This man visited Washington with the Indian agent, Major Sanford, a
    few years since.

 177. _Tsee-moúnt_, a Great Wonder; woman carrying her Infant in
        her robe.

 178. _Tow-ée-ka-wet_, ----; woman.


                    AS-SIN-NE-BOINS (STONE BOILERS).

    A tribe of 8000, occupying the country from the mouth of the Yellow
    Stone River to Lake Winnepeg, in her _British Majesty's dominions_,
    speaking the Sioux or Dahcota language, ranging about, like them,
    in skin lodges, and no doubt a severed band of that great nation.
    4000 of these people destroyed by the smallpox in 1838, since I was
    amongst them.

 179. _Wi-jún-jon_, the Pigeon's Egg Head; one of the most
        distinguished young warriors of the tribe.

    He was taken to Washington in 1832 by Major Sanford, the Indian
    agent; after he went home he was condemned as a liar, and killed,
    in consequence of the _incredible stories_ which he told of the
    whites.--(See him on _his way to, and returning from_, Washington,
    No. 475.)

 180. _Chin-cha-pee_, the Fire Bug that creeps; wife of Wi-jún-jon
        (No. 179); her face painted red, and in her hand a stick,
        used by the women in those regions for digging the "pomme
        blanche," or prairie turnip.

 181. ( ); woman and child, in beautiful skin dresses.


                       CHIP-PE-WAYS (OJIBBEWAYS).

A very numerous tribe, of some 15,000 or 20,000, inhabiting a vast tract
of country on the southern shores of Lake Superior, Lake of the Woods,
and the Athabasca, extending a great way into the British territory; residing
in skin and bark lodges.

182. _Sha-có-pay_, the Six; Chief of the Ojibbeways living north
of the mouth of Yellow Stone River; in a rich dress, with
his battles emblazoned on it.

183. _Kay-a-gís-gis_, ----; a beautiful young woman pulling
her hair out of braid.

184. _Háh-je-day-ah'-shee_, the Meeting Birds; a brave, with his
war-club in his hand.

185. _Kay-ée-qua-da-kúm-ee-gísh-kum_, He who tries the Ground
with his Foot.

186. _Jú-ah-kís-gaw_, ----; woman, with her child in a
cradle or "crib."

187. _Cáh-be-múb-bee_, He who sits everywhere; a brave.

188. _O-tá-wah_, the Ottaway; a distinguished warrior.

189. _Ka-bés-hunk_, He who travels everywhere; a desperate
warrior; his war-club in his left hand and a handsome pipe
in his right; strikes with his left hand; eight quills in his
head stand for eight scalps he had taken from the heads of
the Sioux, his enemies.

190. _Ohj-ká-tchee-kum_, He who walks on the Sea.

191. _Gitch-ee-gáw-ga-osh_, the Point that remains for ever; a
very old and respectable Chief. (Since dead.)

192. _Gaw-záw que-dung_, He who halloos. Civilized.

193. _O'n-daig_, the Crow; a beau or dandy in full array, called
by the Ojibbeways, _sha-wiz-zee-shah-go-tay-a_, a _harmless
man_.

194. _I-an-be-w'ah-dick_, the Male Carabou; a brave, with a war-club
in his hand.

195. ( ), ----; woman.


                              I-RO-QUOIS.

    A small remnant of a tribe who were once very numerous and warlike,
    inhabiting the northern part of New York; only a few scattered
    individuals now living, who are merged in the neighbouring tribes.

 196. _Nót-to-way_, a Chief, a temperate and excellent man, with a
        beautiful head-dress on.

 197. _Chée-ah-ká-tchée_, ----; woman, wife of Nót-to-way (No. 196).


                               ÓT-TA-WAS.

     A subdued and half-civilized tribe of 5500, speaking the
     Ojibbeway language, on the eastern shore of Lake Michigan.
     Agricultural and dissipated.

 198. _Shin-gós-se-moon_, the Big Sail; a Chief, blind in one eye.

    The effects of whisky and civilization are plainly discernible in
    this instance.


                            WIN-NE-BÁ-GOES.

    A very fierce and warlike tribe, on the western shores of Lake
    Michigan, greatly reduced of late years by repeated attacks of the
    smallpox and the dissipated vices of civilized neighbours; number
    at this time 4400.

 199, 200, 201, 202, 203, 204, 205, 206. _Du-cór-re-a_, ----; Chief
        of the tribe, and his family; a group of eight.

 207. _Wah-chee-háhs-ka_, the Man who puts all out of Doors, called
        the "Boxer;" the largest man of the Winnebagoes; war-club in
        his hand, and rattle-snake skins on his arms.

 208. _Won-de-tów-a_, the Wonder.

 209. _Náw-káw_, Wood; formerly the head Chief, with his war-club
        on his arm. (Dead.)

 210. _Káw-kaw-ne-chóo-a_, ----; a brave.

 211. _Wa-kon-chásh-kaw_, He who comes on the Thunder.

 212. _Naw-naw-páy-ee_, the Soldier.

 213. _Wah-kón-ze-kaw_, the Snake.

 214. _Span-e-o-née-kaw_, the Spaniard.

 215. _Hoo-w'a-ne-kaw_, the Little Elk.

 216. _No-ak-chóo-she-kaw_, He who breaks the Bushes.

 217. _Naugh-háigh-hee-kaw_, He who moistens the Wood.


                             ME-NÓM-O-NIES.

    Like the Winnebagoes, mostly destroyed by whisky and smallpox, and
    now numbering about 3500, and in a miserable state of dependence;
    on the western side of Lake Michigan.

 218. _Mah-kée-mee-teuv_, the Grisly Bear; Chief of the nation, and
        chief of a delegation to Washington city in 1829 (since
        dead); handsome pipe in his hand, and wampum on his neck.

 219. _Mee-chéet-e-neuh_, the Wounded Bear's Shoulder; wife of the
        Chief (No. 218).

 220. _Chee-me-náh-na-quet_, the Great Cloud; son of the Chief (No.
        218), a great rascal.

 221. _Ko-mán-i-kin-o-haw_, the Little Whale; a brave, with his
        _medicine-wand_, his looking-glass, and scissors.

 222. _Sha-wá-no_, the South; a noted warrior.

 223. _Másh-kee-wet_, ----; a great beau, or dandy.

 224. _Pah-shee-náu-shaw_, ----; a warrior.

 225. _Tcha-káuks-o-ko-máugh_, the Great Chief (boy).

 226. _Aú nah-kwet-to-hau-páy-o_, the One sitting in the Clouds; a
        fine boy.

 227. _Aúh-ka-nah-paw-wáh_, Earth Standing; an old and very valiant
        warrior.

 228. _Ko-mán-i-kin_, the Big Wave, called the "Philosopher;" a
        very old and distinguished Chief.

 229. _O-ho-páh-sha_, the Small Whoop; a hard-visaged warrior, of
        most remarkable distinction.

 230. _Ah-yaw-ne-tah-cár-ron_, ----; a warrior.

 231. _Au-wáh-shew-kew_, the Female Bear; wife of the above (No.
        230).

 232. _Coo-coo-coo_, the Owl; a very old and emaciated Chief; sits
        smoking a handsome pipe.

 233. _Wáh-chees_, ----; a brave.

 234. _Chésh-ko-tong_, He who sings the War-Song.

 235, 236. Two in a group, names not known; one with his war-club,
        and the other with his lute at his mouth.


                            POT-O-WÁT-O-MIE.

    Once a numerous tribe, now numbering about 2700, reduced by
    smallpox and whisky--recently removed from the state of Indiana to
    the western shores of the Missouri: semi-civilized.

 237. _On-sáw-kie_, the Sac; in the act of praying; his prayer
        written in characters on a maple stick.

 238. _Na-pów-sa_, the Bear Travelling in the Night; one of the
        most influential Chiefs of the tribe.

 239. _Kée-se_, ----; a woman.


                              KÍCK-A-POO.

    On the frontier settlements; semi-civilized; number about 600;
    greatly reduced by smallpox and whisky.

 240. _Kee-án-ne-kuk_, the Foremost Man, called the "_Prophet_."
        Chief of the tribe, in the attitude of prayer.

    This very shrewd fellow engraved on a maple stick, in characters,
    a prayer which was taught him by a Methodist Missionary; and by
    introducing it into the hands of every one of his tribe, who are
    enjoined to read it over every morning and evening as service, has
    acquired great celebrity and respect in his tribe, as well as a
    good store of their worldly goods, as he manufactures them all, and
    gets well paid for them. #/

 241. _Ah-tón-we-tuck_, the Cock Turkey; repeating his prayer from
        the stick in his hand, described above.

 242. _Ma-shée-na_, the Elk's Horns; a Sub-Chief, in the act of
        prayer, as above described.

 243. _Ke-chím-qua_, the Big Bear; wampum on his neck, and red flag
        in his hand, the symbol of war or "blood."

 244. _A'h-tee-wát-o-mee_, ----; woman, with wampum and silver
        brooches in profusion on her neck.

 245. _Shee-náh-wee_, ----.


                              KAS-KAS-KIA.

    Once famed, numerous, and warlike, on the frontier, but now reduced
    to a few individuals by smallpox and whisky.

 246. _Kee-món-saw_, the Little Chief; Chief; Semi-civilized.

 247. _Wah-pe-séh-see_, ----; a very aged woman, mother of the
        above.


                                WÉE-AH.

Remnant of a tribe on the frontier; semi-civilized; reduced by whisky
and disease; present number 200.

248. _Go-to-ków-páh-ah_, He who Stands by Himself; a brave of
distinction, with his hatchet in his hand.

249. _Wah-pón-jee-a_, the Swan; a warrior; fine-looking fellow,
with an European countenance.

250. _Wáh-pe-say_, the White.


                               PE-O-RI-A.

    Also a small remnant of a tribe on the frontier, reduced by the
    same causes as above; present number about 200.

 251. _Pah-mee-ców-ee-tah_, the Man who tracks; a Chief; remarkably
        fine head.

    This man would never drink whisky.

 252. _Wap-sha-ka-náh_, ----; a brave.

 253. _Kee-mo-rá-nia_, No English; a beau; his face curiously
        painted, and looking-glass in his hand.


                             PI-AN-KE-SHAW.

    A frontier tribe, reduced, as _above_; present number 170.

 254. _Ni-a-có-mo_, to Fix with the Foot; a brave.

 255. _Men-són-se-ah_, the Left Hand; a fierce-looking warrior,
        with a stone hatchet in his hand.


                                Í-O-WAY.

    A small tribe on the frontier, reduced by smallpox and their
    enemies; living on the Missouri; number about 1400. Uncivilized
    fine-looking men.

 256. _Notch-ee-níng-a_, No Heart, called "White Cloud;" Chief of
        the tribe; necklace of grisly bears' claws, and shield, bow
        and arrows in his hand.

 257. _Pah-ta-cóo-chee_, the Shooting Cedar; a brave, with war-club
        on his arm.

 258. _No-o-mún-nee_, He who walks in the Rain; warrior, with his
        pipe and tobacco-pouch in his hand.

 259. _W'y-ee-yogh_, the Man of Sense; a brave, with a handsome
        pipe in his hand, and bears' claw necklace on his neck.

 260. _Wos-cóm-mun_, the Busy Man; a brave.

 262. _Mún-ne-o-ye_, ----; woman.


                               SEN-E-CAS.

    Near Lake Erie, State of New York. 1200, semi-civilized and
    agricultural. One of the tribes composing the great compact called
    the "Six Nations."

 263. _Red Jacket_, Head Chief of the tribe; full-length, life
        size, standing on the "Table Rock," Niagara Falls.

    This man was chief for many years, and so remained until his death,
    in 1831. Perhaps no Indian Sachem has ever lived on our frontier
    whose name and history are better known, or whose talents have been
    more generally admitted, than those of Red Jacket: he was, as a
    savage, very great in _council_ and in _war_.

 264. (      ), Deep Lake; an old Chief.

 265. (      ), Round Island; warrior, half-blood.

    A very handsome fellow.

 266. (      ), Hard Hickory; a very ferocious-looking, but a mild and
        amiable man.

 267. (      ), Good Hunter; a warrior.

 268. (      ), ---- String; a warrior, renowned.

 269. (      ), Seneca Steele; a great libertine. Hatchet in his hand.


                               O-NEI-DA.

    Remnant of a tribe, State of New York, one of the "Six Nations;"
    present number, 600.

 270. (      ), Bread; the Chief, half-blood, civilized.

    A fine-looking and an excellent man.


                             TUS-KA-RÓ-RA.

    New York, remnant of a numerous tribe, one of the confederacy of
    the "Six Nations;" present number, 500; semi-civilized.

 271. _Cú-sick_, ----; son of the Chief. Civilized and
        Christianized.

    This man is a Baptist preacher, and quite an eloquent man.


              MO-HEE-CON-NEU, or "MO-HE-GAN," THE GOOD
                             CANOEMEN.

    Now living near Green Bay; numbers, 400 or 500; formerly of
    Massachusetts; a band of the famous tribe of Pequots; now
    semi-civilized.

 272. _Ee-tów-o-kaum_, Both Sides of the River; Chief of the tribe,
        with a psalm-book in one hand, and a cane in the other.
        _Christianized._

 273. _Waun-naw-con_, the Dish (John W. Quinney); missionary
        preacher. _Civilized._


                              DEL-A-WARES.

    Remains of a bold, daring, and numerous tribe, formerly of the
    States of Pennsylvania and Delaware, and the terror of all the
    eastern tribes. Gradually wasted away by wars, removals, small-pox,
    and whisky; now living on the western borders of Missouri, and
    number only 824; lost by small-pox, at different times, 10,000.

 274. _Bód-a-sin_, ----; the Chief; a distinguished man.

 275. _Ni-có-man_, the Answer; the second Chief, with bow and
        arrows in his hand.

 276. _Non-on-dá-gon_, ----; a Chief, with a ring in his nose. #/


                         SHA-WÁ-NO (SHAW-NEE).

    Remains of a numerous tribe, formerly inhabiting part of
    Pennsylvania, afterwards Ohio, and recently removed west of the
    Mississippi River. Number at present about 1200; lost one-half by
    small-pox at different times. Semi-civilized; intemperate.

 277. _Lay-láw-she-kaw_, He who goes up the River; a very aged man,
        Chief of the tribe; his ears slit and elongated by wearing
        weights in them, according to the custom of the tribe, and
        his hair whitened with age.

 278. _Ká-te-quaw_, the Female Eagle; a fine-looking girl, daughter
        of the above Chief.

 279. _Tea-sqúat-a-way_, the Open Door; called the "Shawnee
        Prophet," brother of Tecumsch; blind in one eye, holding his
        _medicine_ or mystery fire in one hand, and his "_sacred
        string of beans_" in the other; a great _mystery-man_.

 280. _Pah-te-cóo-saw_, the Straight Man. Semi-civilized.

 281. _Lay-lóo-ah-pee-ái-shee-kaw_, Grass, Bush, and Blossom. Half
        civil, and _more than half_ drunk.

 282. _Cóo-ps-saw-qúay-te_, ----; woman (the Indescribable).


                              CHER-O-KEES.

    Formerly of the State of Georgia, recently removed west of the
    Mississippi to the head-waters of the Arkansas. This tribe are
    mostly civilized and agriculturists; number, 22,000.

 283. _John Ross_, a civilized and well-educated man, head Chief of
        the nation.

 284. _Túch-ee_, called "Dutch;" first War-chief of the Cherokees;
        a fine-looking fellow, with a turbaned head.

    I travelled and hunted with this man some months, when he guided
    the regiment of dragoons to the Camanchee and Pawnee villages: he
    is a great warrior and a remarkable hunter.

 285. _Cól-lee_, ----; Chief of a band of the Cherokees. (Since
        dead.)

 286. _Téh-ke-néh-kee_, the Black Coat; a Chief, also of
        considerable standing.

 287. _Ah-hee-te-wáh-chee_, ----; a very pretty woman, in civilized
        dress, her hair falling over her shoulders.


                          MUS-KÓ-GEE (CREEK).

    Recently removed from Georgia and Alabama to the Arkansas,
    700 miles west of the Mississippi. Present number, 21,000;
    semi-civilized and agricultural.

 288. _Steeh-tcha-kó-me-co_, the Great King, called, "Ben
        Perryman;" one of the Chiefs of the tribe.

 289. _Hól-te-mál-te-téz-te-néek-ee_, ----, "Sam Perryman;" brother
        of the Chief above, and a jolly companionable man.

 290. _Wat-ál-le-go_, ----, a brave.

 291. _Hose-put-o-káw-gee_, ----; a brave.

 292. _Tchow-ee-pút-o-kaw_, ----; woman.

 293. _Tel-maz-há-za_, ----; a warrior of great distinction.


                               CHOC-TAW.

    Recently removed by Government from the States of Georgia and
    Alabama to the Arkansas, 700 miles west of the Mississippi. Present
    number, 15,000; semi-civilized.

 294. _Mó-sho-la-túb-bee_, He who puts out and kills; first Chief
        of the tribe.

    A gentlemanly-looking man (died recently of small-pox).

 295. _Kút-tee-o-túb-bee_, How did he kill? A noted brave.

 296. _Há-tchoo-túc-knee_, the Snapping Turtle; half-bred and
        well-educated man.

 297. ----, woman; hair in braid; remarkable expression.

 298. _Tul-lock-chísh-ko_, He who drinks the Juice of the Stone.

 299. _Tul-lock-chísh-ko_, Full-length, in the dress and attitude
        of a ball-player, with ball-sticks in his hand, and tail,
        made of white horse-hair, attached to his belt.


                     SEM-I-NÓ-LEE (RUNAWAY); 3000.

    Occupying the peninsula of Florida; semi-civilized, partly
    agricultural. The Government have succeeded in removing about
    one-half of them to the Arkansas, during the last four years, at
    the expense of 32,000,000 dollars, the lives of 28 or 30 officers,
    and 600 soldiers.

 300. _Mick-e-no-páh_, ----; first Chief of the tribe; full-length,
        sitting cross-legged.

    This man owned 100 negroes when the war broke out, and was raising
    large and valuable crops of corn and cotton. #/

 301. _Os-ce-o-lá_, the Black Drink; a warrior of very great
        distinction.

    Painted only five days before his death, while he was a prisoner
    of war at Fort Moultrie. This remarkable man, though not a
    chief, took the lead in the war, and was evidently (at the time
    he was captured) followed by the chiefs, and looked upon as the
    _master-spirit_ of the war.

 302. _Ee-mat-lá_, King Philip; an old man, second Chief.

    Like Osceola, he died while a prisoner, soon after I painted him.

 303. _Ye-hów-lo-gee_, the Cloud; a Chief who distinguished himself
        in the war.

 304. _Co-ee-há-jo_, ----; a Chief, very conspicuous in the present
        war.

 305. _Láh-shee_, the Licker; a half-breed warrior, called "Creek
        Billey."

 306. _How-ee-dá-hee_; ----. a Seminolee woman.

 307. ( ) ----; a Seminolee woman.

 308. _Os-ce-o-lá_, the Black Drink. Full-length, with his rifle
        in his hand, calico dress, and trinkets, exactly as he was
        dressed and stood to be painted five days before his death.


                                EU-CHEE.

    Remnant of a powerful tribe who once occupied the southern part
    of the peninsula of Florida, were overrun by the Creeks and
    Seminolees, the remnant of them merging into the Seminolee tribe,
    and living with them now as a part of their nation. Present number,
    150.

 309. _Etch-ée-fix-e-co_, the Deer without a Heart, called "_Euchee
        Jack_;" a Chief of considerable renown.

 310. _Chee-a-ex-e-co_, ----; quite a modest and pretty girl,
        daughter of the above Chief.




                 LANDSCAPES, SPORTING SCENES, MANNERS,
                              AND CUSTOMS.

                              ----*----

                             CERTIFICATES.

The Landscapes, Buffalo-hunting Scenes, &c., above mentioned, I have
seen, and, although it has been thirty years since I travelled over
that country, yet a considerable number of them I recognised as
faithful representations, and the remainder of them are so much in the
peculiar character of that country as to seem entirely familiar to me.

                   WM. CLARK, Superintendent of Indian Affairs.

The Landscape Views on the Missouri, Buffalo Hunts, and other scenes,
taken by my friend Mr. Catlin, are correct delineations of the scenes
they profess to represent, as I am perfectly well acquainted with the
country, having passed through it more than a dozen times. And further
I know that they were taken on the spot, from nature, as I was present
when Mr. Catlin visited that country.

                       JOHN F. A. SANFORD, U. SS. Indian Agent.

                              ----*----


It gives me great pleasure to be able to pronounce the Landscape Views,
Views of Hunting, and other scenes taken on the Upper Missouri, by
Mr. Catlin, to be correct delineations of the scenery they profess to
represent; and although I was not present when they were taken in the
field, I was able to identify almost every one between St. Louis and
the grand bend of the Missouri.

                        J. L. BEAN, S. Agent of Indian Affairs.

                              ----*----

I have seen Mr. Catlin's collection of _Indian Portraits_, many
of which were familiar to me, and painted in my presence in their
villages. I have spent the greater part of my life amongst the tribes
and individuals he has represented, and I do not hesitate to pronounce
them correct likenesses and easily recognised; also the sketches of
their _Manners_ and _Customs_ I think are excellent, and the _Landscape
Views_ on the _Missouri_ and _Mississippi_ are correct representations.

    K. M'KENZIE, of the Am. Fur Company, Mouth of Yellow Stone.

                              ----*----

I have examined a series of paintings by Mr. Catlin, representing
_Indian Buffalo Hunts, Landscapes, &c._; and from an acquaintance
of twenty-seven years with such scenes as are represented, I feel
qualified to judge them, and do unhesitatingly pronounce them good and
unexaggerated representations.

   JNO. DOUGHERTY, Indian Agent for Pawnees, Omahas, and Otoes.


                              LANDSCAPES.

 311. St. Louis (from the river below, in 1836), a town on the
        Mississippi, with 25,000 inhabitants.

 312. View on Upper Mississippi, beautiful prairie bluffs,
        everywhere covered with a green turf.

 313. "Bad Axe" battle-ground, where Black Hawk was defeated by
        General Atkinson, above Prairie du Chien. Indians making
        defence and swimming the river.

 314. Chippeways gathering wild rice near the source of St.
        Peter's; shelling their rice into their bark canoes, by
        bending it over, and whipping it with sticks.

 315. View near "Prairie la Crosse," beautiful prairie bluffs,
        above Prairie du Chien, Upper Mississippi.

 316. "Cap o'lail" (garlic cape), a bold and picturesque promontory
        on Upper Mississippi.

 317. Picturesque Bluffs above Prairie du Chien, Upper Mississippi.

 318. "Pike's Tent," the highest bluff on the river, Upper
        Mississippi.

 319. View of the "Cornice Rocks," and "Pike's Tent," in distance,
        750 miles above St. Louis, on Upper Mississippi.

 320. "Lover's Leap," on Lake Pepin, Upper Mississippi, a rock 500
        feet high, where an Indian girl threw herself off a few years
        since, to avoid marrying the man to whom she was given by her
        father.

 321. Falls of St. Anthony, 900 miles above St. Louis;
        perpendicular fall eighteen feel: Upper Mississippi.

 322. Madame Ferrebault's Prairie from the river above; the author
        and his companion descending the river in a bark canoe, above
        Prairie du Chien, Upper Mississippi; beautiful grass-covered
        bluffs.

 323. "Little Falls," near the Falls of St. Anthony, on a small
        stream.

 324. "La Montaigne que tremps l'Eau," Mississippi, above Prairie
        du Chien.

 325. Cassville, below Prairie du Chien, Upper Mississippi; a small
        village just commenced, in 1835.

 326. Dubuque, a town in the lead-mining country.

 327. Galena, a small town on Upper Mississippi, in the lead-mining
        district.

 328. Rock Island, United States Garrison, Upper Mississippi.

 329. Beautiful Prairie Bluffs, ditto.

 330. Dubuque's Grave, ditto.

    Dubuque was the first miner in the lead-mines under the Spanish
    grant. He built his own sepulchre, and raised a cross over it, on a
    beautiful bluff, overlooking the river, forty years ago, where it
    now stands.

 331. River Bluffs, magnificent view, Upper Mississippi.

 332. Fort Snelling, at the mouth of St. Peter's, U. S. Garrison,
        seven miles below the Falls of St. Anthony, Upper Mississippi.

 333. Prairie du Chien, 500 miles above St. Louis, Upper
        Mississippi, United States Garrison.

 334. Chippeway Village and Dog Feast at the Falls of St. Anthony;
        lodges built with birch-bark: Upper Mississippi.

 335. Sioux Village, Lake Calhoun, near Fort Snelling; lodges built
        with poles.

 336. "Coteau des Prairies," head-waters of St. Peter's. My
        companion, Indian guide, and myself encamping at sunset,
        cooking by our fire, made of buffalo-dung.

 337. "Pipestone Quarry," on the Coteau des Prairies, 300 miles N.
        W. from the Falls of St. Anthony, on the divide between the
        St. Peter's and Missouri.

    The place where the Indians get the stone for all their red pipes.
    The mineral, _red steatite_, variety differing from any other known
    locality--wall of solid, compact quartz, grey and rose colour,
    highly polished as if vitrified; the wall is two miles in length
    and thirty feet high, with a beautiful cascade leaping from its top
    into a basin. On the prairie, at the base of the wall, the pipeclay
    (steatite) is dug up at two and three feet depth. There are seen
    five immense granite boulders, under which there are two squaws,
    according to their tradition, who eternally dwell there--the
    guardian spirits of the place--and must be consulted before the
    pipestone can be dug up.

 338. Sault de St. Mary's--Indians catching white fish in the
        rapids at the outlet of Lake Superior, by dipping their scoop
        nets.

 339. Sault de St. Mary's from the Canadian Shore, Lake Superior,
        showing the United States Garrison in the distance.

 340. View on the St. Peter's River, twenty miles above Fort
        Snelling.

 341. View on the St. Peter's--Sioux Indians pursuing a Stag in
        their canoes.

 342. Salt Meadows on the Upper Missouri, and great herds of
        buffalo--incrustation of salt, which looks like snow.

    Salt water flows over the prairie in the spring, and, evaporating
    during the summer, leaves the ground covered with muriate as white
    as snow.

 343. Pawnee Village in Texas, at the base of a spur of the Rocky
        Mountains--lodges thatched with prairie-grass.

 344. View on the Canadian, in Texas.

 345. View of the junction of Red River with the False Washitta, in
        Texas.

 346. Camanchee Village, in Texas, showing a spur of the Rocky
        Mountains in the distance--lodges made of buffalo-skins.
        Women dressing robes and drying meat.

 347. View on the Wisconsin--Winnebagoes shooting ducks, in bark
        canoe.

 348. Lac du Cygne (Swan Lake), near the Coteau des Prairies.

    A famous place, where myriads of white swans lay their eggs and
    hatch their young. #/

 349. Beautiful Savannah in the pine-woods of Florida.

    One of thousands of small lakes which have been gradually filled in
    with vegetation.

 350. View on Lake St. Croix, Upper Mississippi.

 351. View on the Canadian--Dragoons crossing, 1834.

 352. Ta-wa-que-nah, or Rocky Mountain, near the Camanchee Village,
        Texas.

 353. Camanchee Village, and Dragoons approaching it, showing
        the hospitable manner in which they were received by the
        Camanchees. Camanchee warriors all riding out and forming in
        a line, with a white flag, to receive the Dragoons.

 354. White Sand Bluffs, on Santa Rosa Island; and Seminoles drying
        fish, near Pensacola, on the Gulf of Florida.

 355. View of the "Stone Man Medicine," Coteau des Prairies.

    A human figure of some rods in length, made on the top of a high
    bluff, by laying flat stones on the grass. A great _mystery_ or
    _medicine_ place of the Sioux.

 356. Fort Winnebago, on the head of Fox River, an United States
        outpost.

 357. Fort Howard, Green Bay, an U. S. outpost.

 358. Fort Gibson, Arkansas, an U. S. outpost, 700 miles west of
        Mississippi river.

 359. The "Short Tower," Wisconsin.

 360. Passing the "Grand Chute" with bark canoe, Fox River.

 361. View of Mackinaw, Lake Michigan, an U. S. outpost.

 362. View in the "Cross Timbers," where General Leavenworth died
        on the Mexican borders.

 363. View on Lower Missouri--alluvial banks falling in, with their
        huge cotton-woods, forming raft and snags, 600 miles above
        St. Louis.

 364. View on Upper Missouri--the "Blackbird's Grave."

    Where "Blackbird," Chief of the Omahas, was buried on his favourite
    war-horse, which was alive; 1100 miles above St. Louis.

 365. View on Upper Missouri--"Blackbird's Grave," a back view;
        prairies enamelled with wild flowers.

 366. View on Upper Missouri--"Brick Kilns," volcanic remains, clay
        bluffs, 200 feet, supporting large masses of red pumice, 1900
        miles above St. Louis.

 367. View on Upper Missouri--Foot war-party on the march,
        beautiful prairie--spies and scouts in advance.

 368. View on Upper Missouri--Prairie Bluffs at sunrising, near
        mouth of Yellow Stone.

 369. View on Upper Missouri--Mouth of the Platte; its junction
        with the Missouri, 900 miles above St. Louis.

 370. View on Upper Missouri--Magnificent Clay Bluffs, 1800 miles
        above St. Louis; stupendous domes and ramparts, resembling
        some ancient ruins; streak of coal near the water's edge; and
        my little canoe, with myself and two men, Bogard and Bàtiste,
        descending the river.

 371. View on Upper Missouri--Cabane's trading-house; Fur Company's
        establishment: 930 miles above St. Louis, showing a great
        avalanche of the bluffs.

 372. View on Upper Missouri--View in the Grand Détour, 1900
        miles above St. Louis. Magnificent clay bluffs, with red
        pumice-stone resting on their tops, and a party of Indians
        approaching buffalo.

 373. View on Upper Missouri--Beautiful Grassy Bluffs, 110 miles
        above St Louis.

 374. View on Upper Missouri--Prairie Meadows burning, and a party
        of Indians running from it in grass eight or ten feet high.

    These scenes are terrific and hazardous in the extreme when the
    wind is blowing a gale.

 375. View on Upper Missouri--Prairie Bluffs burning.

 376. View on Upper Missouri--"Floyd's Grave," where Lewis and
        Clarke buried Serjeant Floyd thirty-three years since; a
        cedar post and sign over the grave.

 377. View on Upper Missouri--Sioux encamped, dressing
        buffalo-meat, and robes.

 378. View on Upper Missouri--"The Tower," 1100 miles above St.
        Louis.

 379. View on upper Missouri--Distant view of the Mandan Village,
        1800 miles above St. Louis.

 380. View on Upper Missouri--Picturesque Clay Bluff, 1700 miles
        above St. Louis.

 381. View on Upper Missouri--"Belle Vue"--Indian Agency of Major
        Dougherty, 870 miles above St. Louis.

 382. View on Upper Missouri--Beautiful Clay Bluffs, 1900 miles
        above St. Louis.

 383. View on Upper Missouri--Minatarree Village, earth-covered
        lodges, on Knife River, 1810 miles above St. Louis. Bàtiste,
        Bogard, and myself ferried across the river by an Indian
        woman, in a skin canoe, and Indians bathing in the stream.

 384. View on Upper Missouri--Fort Pierre, Mouth of Teton
        River--Fur Company's trading-post, 1200 miles above St.
        Louis, with 600 lodges of Sioux Indians encamped about it, in
        skin lodges.

 385. View on Upper Missouri--Nishnabottana Bluffs, 1070 miles
        above St. Louis.

 386. View on Upper Missouri--Riccaree Village, with earth-covered
        lodges, 1600 miles above St. Louis.

 387. View on Upper Missouri--South side of "Buffalo Island,"
        showing the beautiful buffalo-bush, with its blue leaves, and
        bending down with fruit.

 388. View on Upper Missouri--Mouth of Yellow Stone--Fur Company's
        Fort, their principal post, 2000 miles above St. Louis, and a
        large party of Knisteneux encamped about it.

 389. View on Upper Missouri--the "Iron Bluff," 1200 miles above
        St. Louis, a beautiful subject for a landscape.

 390. View on Upper Missouri--View in the "Big Bend," 1900 miles
        above St. Louis; showing the manner in which the conical
        bluffs on that river are formed; table-lands in distance,
        rising several hundred feet above the summit level of the
        prairie.

 391. View on Upper Missouri--View in the "Big Bend"--magnificent
        clay bluffs, with high table-land in the distance.

 392. View on Upper Missouri--Back view of the Mandan Village,
        showing their mode of depositing their dead, on scaffolds,
        enveloped in skins, and of preserving and feeding the skulls;
        1800 miles above St. Louis. Women feeding the skulls of their
        relatives with dishes of meat.

 393. View on Upper Missouri--Prairie Buffs, 1100 miles above St.
        Louis.

 394. View on Upper Missouri--"The Three Domes," 15 miles above
        Mandans. A singular group of clay bluffs, like immense domes,
        with skylights.

 395. View on Upper Missouri--the "Square Hills," 1200 miles above
        St. Louis.

 396. View on Upper Missouri--River Bluffs and White Wolves in the
        foreground.

 397. View on Upper Missouri--Beautiful Prairie Bluffs, above the
        Puncahs, 1050 miles above St. Louis.

 398. View on Upper Missouri--Look from Floyd's Grave. 1300 miles
        above St. Louis.

 399. View on Upper Missouri--River Bluffs, 1320 miles above St.
        Louis.

 400. View on Upper Missouri--Buffalo herds crossing the river.
        Bàtiste, Bogard, and I, passing them in our bark canoe, with
        some danger to our lives. A buffalo scene in their _running
        season_.

 401. View on Upper Missouri--Clay Bluffs, 20 miles above the
        Mandans.

 402. View on Upper Missouri--Nishnabottana Bluffs.

 403. View on Upper Missouri--Indians encamping at sunset.


                            SPORTING SCENES.

 404. Buffalo Bull, grazing on the prairie in his native state.

 405. Buffalo Cow, grazing on the prairie in her native state.

 406. Wounded Buffalo, strewing his blood over the prairies.

 407. Dying Buffalo, shot with an arrow, sinking down on his
        haunches.

 408. Buffalo Chase--single death; an Indian just drawing his arrow
        to its head.

 409. Buffalo Chase--surround; where I saw 300 killed in a few
        minutes by the Minatarrees, with arrows and lances only.

 410. Buffalo Chase--numerous group; chasing with bows and lances.

 411. Buffalo Chase--numerous group; chasing with bows and lances.

 412. Buffalo Chase--Cow and Calf; the bull protecting by attacking
        the assailants.

 413. Buffalo Chase--Bulls making battle with men and horses.

 414. Buffalo Hunt under the wolf-skin mask.

 415. Buffalo Chase, Mouth of Yellow Stone; animals dying on the
        ground passed over; and my man Bàtiste swamped in crossing a
        creek.

 416. Buffalo Chase in snow drift, with snow shoes.

 417. Buffalo Chase in snow drift, with snow shoes; killing them
        for their robes, in great numbers.

 418. Attack of the Bear (Grisly); Indians attacking with lances on
        horseback.

 419. Antelope Shooting--decoyed up.

 420. Sioux taking Musk-rats, near the St. Peter's; killing them
        with spears. Women and dogs encamped.

 421. Bàtiste and I, running Buffalo; Mouth of Yellow Stone; a
        frog's leap.

 422. "My turn now;" Bàtiste and I, and a Buffalo Bull, Upper
        Missouri.

 423. Dying Bull in a snow drift.

 424. Buffalo Bulls fighting, in _running season_, Upper Missouri.

 425. Buffalo Bulls in their "_wallow_;" origin of the "_fairie
        circles_" on the prairie.

 426. Grouse shooting--on the Missouri prairies.


                        AMUSEMENTS AND CUSTOMS.

 427. Ball-play Dance, Choctaw.--Men and women dance around their
        respective stakes, at intervals, during the night preceding
        the play--four conjurors sit all night and smoke to the Great
        Spirit, at the point where the ball is to be started--and
        stakeholders guard the goods staked.

 428. Ball-play of the Choctaws--_ball up_--one party painted
        white; each has two sticks with a web at their ends, in which
        they catch the ball and throw it--they all have tails of
        horse-hair or quills attached to their girdles or belts.

    Each party has a limit or bye, beyond which it is their object to
    force the ball, which, if done, counts them one for game.

 429. Ball-play--same as 428, excepting that the ball is _down_,
        which changes the scene.

 430. Ball-play of the women, Prairie du Chien.--Calicoes and other
        presents are placed on a pole by the men--the women choose
        sides and play for them, to the great amusement of the men.

    In this play there are two balls attached to the ends of a string
    eighteen inches in length: the women have a stick in each hand, on
    which they catch the string and throw it. #/

 431. Game of "_Tchung-kee_" of the Mandans, the principal and most
        valued game of that tribe.

    A beautiful athletic exercise, and one on which they often bet and
    risk all their personal goods and chattels.

 432. Horse-Racing, Mandan, on a Race-Course back of the Village,
        in use on every fair-day.

 433. Foot-Race, Mandans, on the same ground, and as often run.

 434. Canoe-Race--Chippeways in Bark Canoes, near the Sault de St.
        Mary's; an Indian _Regatta_, a thrilling scene.

 435. Archery of the Mandans.

    The strife is to prove who can get the greatest number of arrows
    flying in the air at a time, before the first one reaches the
    ground. The most of these are _portraits_ closely studied from
    nature. I have seen some of them get eight arrows in the air at one
    time.

 436. Dance of the Chiefs, Sioux.

    A very unusual thing, as the dancing is generally left to the young
    men; given to me expressly as a compliment by the chiefs, that I
    might make a painting of it.

 437. Dog Dance, Sioux.

    The dog's liver and heart are taken raw and bleeding, and placed
    upon a crotch; and, being cut into slips, each man dances up to it,
    bites off and swallows a piece of it, boasting, at the same time,
    that he has thus swallowed a piece of the heart of his enemy, whom
    he has slain in battle.

 438. Scalp Dance, Sioux--Women in the centre, holding the scalps
        on poles, and warriors dancing around, brandishing their
        war-weapons in the most frightful manner, and yelping as loud
        as they can scream.

 439. Begging Dance, Sacs and Foxes, danced for the purpose of
        getting presents from the spectators.

 440. Buffalo Dance, Mandans, with the mask of the buffalo on.

    Danced to make buffalo come, when they are like to starve for want
    of food. Song to the Great Spirit, imploring him to send them
    buffalo, and they will cook the best of it for him.

 441. Ball-play Dance, Choctaws.

 442. Dance to the Berdash, Sac and Fox.

    An unaccountable and ludicrous custom amongst the Sacs and Foxes,
    which admits not of an entire explanation.

 443. Beggars' Dance, (Sioux,) for presents.

 444. Dance to the Medicine Bag of the Brave, Sacs and Foxes.

    Warriors returned from battle, with scalps, dance in front of the
    widow's lodge, whose husband has been killed. They sing to his
    medicine-bag, which is hung on a bush, and throw presents to the
    widow.

 445. Braves' Dance, Boasting, &c., Sioux.

 446. Green Corn Dance, Minnatarree--Sacrificing the first kettle
        to the Great Spirit. #/

    Four medicine men, whose bodies are painted with white clay, dance
    around the kettle until the corn is well boiled; and they then burn
    it to cinders, as an offering to the Great Spirit. The fire is then
    destroyed, and _new fire_ created by rubbing two sticks together,
    with which the corn for their own feast is cooked.

 447. Bear Dance, Sioux--Preparing for a Bear Hunt--Song to the
        Great Spirit, praying for success.

 448. Discovery Dance, Sacs and Foxes--A Pantomime; pretending to
        discover game, or an enemy.

    A very picturesque and pleasing dance.

 449. Eagle Dance, Choctaw--Holding the eagle's tail in the hand,
        and bodies painted white.

    Given in honour of that valiant bird.

 450. Slave Dance, Sacs and Foxes.

    A society of young men, who volunteer to be slaves for two years,
    and elect their chief or master; they are then exempt from slavish
    duties during the remainder of their lives, and are allowed to go
    on war-parties.

 451. Snow-shoe Dance, Ojibbeway--danced at the first fall of snow,
        with snow shoes on the feet.

    Song of thanks to the Great Spirit.

 452. Brave's Dance, Ojibbeway--bragging and boasting.

 453. Pipe Dance, Assineboins.

    Each dancer is "_smoked_" by the chief, who sits smoking his pipe,
    and then _pulled_ up into the dance.

 454. Straw Dance, Sioux.

    Children made to dance with burning straws tied to their bodies, to
    make them tough and brave.

 455. Sham Fight, Mandan Boys--School of practice every morning at
        sunrise, back of the village--instructed in it by the chiefs
        and braves.

 456. Sham Scalp Dance, by the Mandan Boys--danced in the village
        when they come in, in honour of a sham victory.

 457. War Dance of the Sioux.

    Each warrior, in turn, jumps through the fire, and then advances
    shouting and boasting, and taking his oath, as he "strikes the
    _reddened post_."

 458. Foot War Party in Council, Mandan.

    Stopping to rest and take a smoke; chief with a war-eagle
    head-dress on; their shields and weapons lying on the ground behind
    them.

 459. Camanchee War Party--the Chief discovering the enemy and
        urging on his men, at sunrise.

 460. Religious Ceremony; a Sioux, with splints through his flesh,
        and his body hanging to a pole, with his medicine-bag in his
        hand, looks at the sun from its rising to its setting. #/

    A voluntary cruel self-torture, which entitles him to great respect
    for the remainder of his life, as a _medicine_ or _mystery_ man.

 461. Dragoons on the March, and a band of Buffalo breaking through
        their ranks, in Texas, 1835.

 462. Prairie Dog Village.

    Myriads of these curious little animals sometimes are found in one
    village, which will extend several miles. The animals are about
    twice the size of a rat, and not unlike it in appearance and many
    of their habits. They dig holes in the ground, and the dirt which
    is thrown up makes a little mound, on which they sit and bark when
    danger approaches. They feed upon the grass, which is their only
    food.

 463. "Smoking Horses," a curious custom of the Sacs and Foxes.

    Foxes, going to war, come to the Sacs, to beg for horses; they sit
    in a circle and smoke, and the young men ride around them, and
    cut their shoulders with their whips until the blood runs, then
    dismount and present a horse.

 464. Mandans attacking a party of Riccarees, whom they had driven
        into a ravine, near the Mandan village, where they killed the
        whole number.

 465. Chippeways making the portage around the Falls of St.
        Anthony, with two hundred bark canoes, in 1835.

 466. Camanchees moving, and Dog Fight--dogs as well as horses drag
        the lodge-poles with packs upon them.

    These fights generally begin with the dogs, and end in desperate
    battle; amongst the squaws, to the great amusement of the men.

 467. White Wolves attacking a Buffalo Bull.

 468. Ditto, ditto--a parley.

 469. _My horse "Charley" and I_, at sunrise, near the Neosho, on
        an extensive prairie, encamping on the grass; my saddle for
        a pillow, two buffalo-skins for my bed, my gun in my arms;
        a coffee-pot and tin cup, a fire made of buffalo-dung, and
        Charley (a Camanchee clay-bank mustang) picketed near me.

    With him alone I crossed the prairie from Fort Gibson, on the
    Arkansas, to St. Louis, 550 miles.

 470. _Sioux worshipping at the Red Boulders._ A large boulder and
        two small ones, bearing some resemblance to a buffalo cow and
        two calves, painted red by the Indians, and regarded by them
        with superstitious reverence, near the "Coteau des Prairies."

 471. _Camanchee Warrior lancing an Osage_, at full speed.

 472. _Camanchees giving the Arrows to the Medicine Rock._

    A curious superstition of the Camanchees: going to war, they have
    no faith in their success, unless they pass a celebrated painted
    rock, where they appease the spirit of war (who resides there), by
    riding by it at full gallop, and sacrificing their best arrow by
    throwing it against the side of the ledge.

 473. _"Bàtiste, Bogard, and I" approaching Buffalo_, on the
        Missouri.

 474. _Wi-jun-jon (an Assinneboin Chief), going to and returning
        from Washington._

    This man was taken to that city in 1832, in a beautiful Indian
    dress, by Major Sanford, the Indian agent, and returned to his
    country the next spring, in a Colonel's uniform. He lectured a
    while to his people on the customs of the whites, when he was
    denounced by them for telling lies, which he had learned of the
    whites, and was, by his own people, put to death at the mouth of
    the Yellow Stone.

 475. "_Butte de Mort_," Upper Missouri, a great burial-place of
        the Sioux, called by the French "_Butte de Mort_," Hill of
        Death.

    Regarded by the Indians with great dread and superstition. There
    are several thousand buffalo and human skulls, perfectly bleached
    and curiously arranged about it.

 476. "_Rain-making_," amongst the Mandans, a very curious custom.
        Medicine-men performing their mysteries inside of the lodge,
        and young men volunteer to stand upon the lodge from sunrise
        until sundown, in turn, commanding it to rain.

    Each one has to hazard the disgrace which attaches (when he
    descends at sundown) to a fruitless attempt; and he who succeeds
    acquires a lasting reputation as a _Mystery or Medicine man_. _They
    never fail to make it rain!_ as this ceremony continues from day to
    day until rain comes.

 477. "Smoking the Shield." A young warrior, making his shield,
        invites his friends to a carouse and a feast, who dance
        around his shield as it is smoking and hardening over a fire
        built in the ground.

 478. "_The Thunder's Nest_" (Nid du Tonnerre), and a party of
        Indians cautiously approaching it, Coteau des Prairies.

    Tradition of the Sioux is that in this little bunch of bushes the
    thunders are hatched out by quite a small bird, about as large (say
    their _Medicine-men_, who profess to have seen it) as the end of a
    man's thumb. She sits on her eggs, and they hatch out in claps of
    thunder. No one approaches within several rods of the place.

 479. _Sac and Fox Indians sailing in canoes_, by holding up their
        blankets.

 480. _Grand Tournament of the Camanchees_, and a Sham Fight in a
        large encampment, on the borders of Texas.

 481. _Bogard, Bàtiste, and I, travelling_ through a Missouri
        bottom, grass ten feet high.

 482. _Band of Sioux_, moving.

 483. _Bogard, Bàtiste, and I_, descending the Missouri River.

 484. _Bogard, Bàtiste, and I_, eating our breakfast on a pile of
        drift wood, Upper Missouri.

 485. _Medicine Buffalo_ of the Sioux, the figure of a buffalo cut
        out of the turf on the prairie, and visited by the Indians
        going on a buffalo-hunt.

 486. _Bogard, Bàtiste, and I_, chasing a herd of buffalo in high
        grass, on a Missouri bottom.

 487. Feats of Horsemanship.

    Camanchees throwing themselves on the side of their horses, while
    at full speed, to evade their enemies' arrows--a most wonderful
    feat.

 488. Camanchee War Party meeting the Dragoons; and one of their
        bravest men advancing to shake hands with Colonel Dodge, with
        a piece of white buffalo-skin on the point of his lance. On
        the Mexican frontier, 1835.

 489. An Indian Wedding, Assinneboin--young man making presents to
        the father of the girl.

 490. Crow at his Toilette, oiling his long hair with bear's grease.

 491. Crow Lodge, of twenty-five buffalo-skins, beautifully
        ornamented.

    This splendid lodge, with all its poles and furniture, was brought
    from the foot of the Rocky Mountains.

 492. Pawnee Lodge, thatched with prairie grass, in form of a straw
        beehive.

 493. Camanchee Lodge, of buffalo-skins.

 494. Dog Feast, Sioux; a religious feast.

    Given to Mr. Sanford (Indian agent), Mr. Chouteau, Mr. M'Kenzie,
    and myself, in a Sioux village, 1400 miles above St. Louis, 1833.
    The only food was dog's meat, and this is the highest honour they
    can confer on a stranger.

 495. An Indian Council, Sioux--Chiefs in profound deliberation.

 496. Camanchee War Party, mounted on wild horses, armed with
        shields, bows, and lances.

 497. Scalping, Sioux; showing the mode of taking the scalp.

 498. Scalping, Mandans--"Conqueror conquered."

    From a story of the Mandans--took place in front of the Mandan
    village.

 499. Wild Horses at Play, Texas, of all colours, like a kennel of
        hounds.

 500. Throwing the Laso, with a noose, which falls over the horse's
        neck.

 501. Breaking down the Wild Horse, with hobbles on his fore feet,
        and the laso around his under jaw.

 502. _A Bird's-Eye View_ of the _Mandan_ Village, 1800 miles above
        St. Louis, on the west bank of the Missouri River.

    The lodges are covered with earth, and so compactly fixed by long
    use, that men, women, and children recline and play upon their tops
    in pleasant weather.

    These lodges vary in size from forty to fifty feet in diameter,
    and are all of a circular form. The village is protected in front
    by the river, with a bank forty feet high, and on the back part by
    a piquet of timber set firmly in the ground. Back of the village,
    on the prairie, are seen the scaffolds on which their dead bodies
    are laid to decay, being wrapped in several skins of buffalo, and
    tightly bandaged.

    In the middle of the village is an open area of 150 feet in
    diameter, in which their public games and festivals are held. In
    the centre of that is their "Big Canoe," a curb made of planks,
    which is an object of religious veneration. Over the Medicine
    (or mystery) Lodge are seen hanging on the tops of poles several
    sacrifices to the Great Spirit of blue and black cloth, which have
    been bought at great prices, and there left to hang and decay.

 503. The _Interior of a Mandan Lodge_, showing the manner in which
        it is constructed of poles, and covered with dirt. The Chief
        is seen smoking his pipe, and his family grouped around him.

    At the head of each warrior's bed is seen a post with his ornaments
    hanging on it, and also his _buffalo-mask_, which every man _keeps
    to dance_ the buffalo-dance. Some of these lodges contain thirty or
    forty persons, and the beds are seen extending around the side of
    the lodge, all with _sacking bottoms_, made of a buffalo-skin, and
    the frames of the bed covered with dressed skins.

    *** Reader, the hospitable and friendly Mandans, who were about
    2000 in number when I was amongst them and painted these pictures,
    have recently been destroyed by the small-pox. It is a melancholy
    fact, that only thirty-one were left of the number, and these have
    been destroyed by their enemy, so that their tribe is extinct, and
    they hold nowhere an existence on earth.

    Nearly twenty of their portraits can be seen on the walls, and
    several other paintings of their games and amusements.


                      MANDAN RELIGIOUS CEREMONIES.

                              CERTIFICATE.

We hereby certify that we witnessed, in company with Mr. Catlin, in
the Mandan village, the ceremonies represented in the four paintings
to which this certificate refers, and that he has therein faithfully
represented those scenes as we saw them transacted, without any
addition or exaggeration.

                             J. KIP, Agent Amer. Fur Company.
                             L. CRAWFORD, Clerk.
                             ABRAHAM BOGARD.

_Mandan Village, July 20th, 1833._

 504. Interior View of the _Medicine_ (or _Mystery_) Lodge of
        Mandans, during the first three days of an _Annual Ceremony_.

    This ceremony continues four days and nights in succession, in
    commemoration of the subsiding of the _flood_; and also for
    the purpose of conducting all the young men, as they arrive at
    manhood, through an ordeal of _voluntary torture_, which, when
    endured, entitles them to the respect of the chiefs, and also to
    the privileges of going on war-parties, and gaining reputation in
    war. The floor and sides of the lodge are ornamented with green
    willow-boughs. The young men who are to do penance, by being
    tortured, are seen lying around the sides of the lodge, their
    bodies covered with clay of different colours, and their respective
    shields and weapons hanging over their heads. In the middle of the
    lodge lies the old _Medicine-man_, who has charge of the lodge: he
    cries to the Great Spirit all the time, and watches these young
    men, who are here to fast and thirst for four days and nights,
    preparatory to the torture. Behind him, on the floor, is seen a
    scalping-knife and a bunch of splints, which are to be passed
    through the flesh; and over their heads are seen also the cords let
    down from the top of the lodge, with which they are to be hung up
    by the flesh.

    On the ground, and in front of the picture, are four sacks
    (containing several gallons each of water), made of the skin of the
    buffalo's neck, in form of a large tortoise, lying on its back.
    These are objects of veneration, and have the appearance of great
    antiquity.

    By the side of them are two _she-she-quoi_, or rattles, which are
    used, as well as the others, as a part of the music for the dance
    in the next picture.

 505. This picture, which is a continuation of the ceremonies, is
        a representation of the Buffalo Dance, which they call
        _Bel-lohck-nah-pick_ (the Bull Dance).

    To the strict observance of which they attribute the coming of
    Buffalo to supply them with food during the season. This scene is
    exceedingly grotesque, and takes place several times in each day
    outside the lodge, and around the curb, or "Big Canoe," whilst the
    young men still remain in the lodge, as seen in the other picture.
    For this dance, however, the four sacks of water are brought out
    and beat upon, and the old _medicine-man_ comes out and leans
    against the "Big Canoe" with his medicine-pipe in his hand, and
    cries. The principal actors in this scene are eight men dancing
    the Buffalo Dance, with the skins of buffalo on them, and a bunch
    of green willows on their backs. There are many other figures,
    whose offices are very curious and interesting, but which must be
    left for my _Lectures_ or _Notes_ to describe. The black figure on
    the left they call _O-kee-hee de_ (the Evil Spirit), who enters
    the village from the prairie, alarming the women, who cry for
    assistance, and are relieved by the old _medicine-man_; and the
    Evil Spirit is at length disarmed of his lance, which is broken by
    the women, and he is driven by them in disgrace out of the village.
    The whole nation are present on this occasion as spectators and
    actors in these strange scenes.

 506. Represents what they call Pohk-hong (the Cutting Scene). It
        shows the inside of the Medicine Lodge, the same as is seen
        in the first picture (505).

    This is on the fourth day of the ceremonies, in the afternoon.
    A number of the young men are seen reclining and fasting, as in
    the first picture; others of them have been operated upon by the
    torturers, and taken out of the lodge; and others yet are seen in
    the midst of those horrid cruelties. One is seen smiling whilst the
    knife and the splints are passing through his flesh. One is seen
    hanging by the splints run through the flesh on his shoulders, and
    drawn up by men on the top of the lodge. Another is seen hung up by
    the pectoral muscles, with four buffalo-skulls attached to splints
    through the flesh on his arms and legs; and each is turned round by
    another, with a pole, until he faints, and then he is let down. One
    is seen as he is lowered to the ground; and another, who has been
    let down and got strength enough to crawl to the front part of the
    lodge, where he is offering to the Great Spirit the little finger
    of the left hand, by laying it on a buffalo-skull, where another
    chops it off with a hatchet. In the right of the picture are all
    the chiefs and dignitaries of the tribe looking on.

 507. Represents what they call the "Last Race."

    After they have all been tortured in the lodge in the above manner,
    they are led out of it with the weights, buffalo-skulls, &c.
    hanging to their flesh. Around the "Big Canoe" is a circle of young
    men formed, who hold a wreath of willow-boughs between them, and
    run round with all possible violence, yelling as loud as they can.

    The young fellows who have been tortured are then led forward,
    and each one has two athletic and fresh young men (their bodies
    singularly painted), who step up to him, one on each side, and
    take him by a leathern strap, tied round the wrist, and run round,
    outside of the other circle, with all possible speed, forcing him
    forward till he faints, and then drag him with his face in the dirt
    until the weights are all disengaged from him, by tearing the flesh
    out, when they drop him, and he lies (to all appearance a _corpse_)
    until the Great Spirit gives him strength to rise and walk home to
    his lodge.

    In this scene also the _medicine-man_ leans against the "Big Canoe"
    and cries, and all the nation are spectators. Many pages would be
    required to give to the world a just description of these strange
    scenes; and they require to be described minutely in all their
    parts in order to be fully appreciated and understood. (A full
    account of these in my _Notes and Letters_.)

       *       *       *       *       *

                            NINE OJIBBEWAYS,
                      WHO VISITED LONDON IN 1845.

 508. _Ah-quee-we-zaints_, the Boy Chief; a venerable man of 72
        years.

 509. _Pat-au-a-quot-a-wee-be_, the Driving-Cloud; a war-chief.

 510. _Wee-nish-ka-wee-be_, the Flying Gull; a medicine-man.

 511. _Sah-mah_, Tobacco.

 512. _Gish-ee-gosh-e-gee_, the Moonlight Night.

 513. _Not-een-a-akm_, the Strong Wind.

 514. _Wos-see-ab-e-neuh-qua_; a woman.

 515. _Nib-nab-ee-qua_; a young girl.

 516. _Ne-bet-neuh-quat_; a woman.


                            FOURTEEN IOWAYS,
             WHO VISITED LONDON AND PARIS IN 1845 AND 1846.

 517. _Mew-hew-she-kaw_, the White Cloud; first Chief of the nation.

 518. _Neu-mon-ya_, the Walking Rain; War-chief.

 519. _Se-non-ti-yah_, the Blistered Feet; a medicine-man.

 520. _Wash-ka-mon-ya_, the Fast Dancer; a warrior.

 521. _Shon-ta-yi-ga_, the Little Wolf; a famous warrior.

 522. _No-ho-mun-ya_, One who gives no Attention.

 523. _Wa-ton-ye_, the Foremost Man.

 524. _Wa-ta-wee-buck-a-na_, the Commanding General.


                                 WOMEN.

 525. _Ru-ton-ye-wee-ma_, the Strutting Pigeon; wife of White Cloud.

 526. _Ru-ton-wee-me_, Pigeon on the Wing.

 527. _O-kee-wee-me_, Female Bear that walks on the Back of another.

 528. _Koon-za-ya-me_, Female War Eagle.

 529. _Ta-pa-ta~me_, Wisdom; girl.

 530. _Corsair_; a pappoose.


                           TWELVE OJIBBEWAYS,
             WHO VISITED LONDON AND PARIS IN 1845 AND 1846.

 531. _Maun-gua-daus_, a Great Hero; Chief, 41 years old.

 532. _Say-say-gon_, the Hail Storm; 31 years old.

 533. _Kee-che-us-sin_, the Strong Rock; 27 years old.

 534. _Mush-ee-mong_, King of the Loons; 25 years old.

 535. _Au-nim-muck-kwa-um_, the Tempest Bird; 20 years old.

 536. _A-wun-ne-wa-be_, the Bird of Thunder; 19 years old.

 537. _Wa-bud-dick_, the Elk; 18 years old.

 538. _Ud-je-jock_, the Pelican; 10 years old.

 539. _Noo-din-no-kay_, the Furious Storm; 4 years old.

 540. _Min-nis-sin-noo_, a Brave Warrior; 3 years old.

 541. _Uh-wus-sig-gee-zigh-gook-kway_, the Woman of the Upper
        World; 38 years old.

 542. Pappoose, born in Salle Valentino, Paris.

       *       *       *       *       *

 543. _Death of the White Buffalo._ A feat of the Mandan Chiefs.

 544. _A Sioux War Council._ The Chief Waneton speaking, and asking
        of the head Chief a war-party to go against the Sacs and
        Foxes.

 545. _Battle between the Sioux and Sacs and Foxes._ The Sioux
        Chief killed and scalped on his horse's back. An historical
        fact.

 546. _The Death of Ha-wan-je-tah_, the One Horn; head Chief of the
        Sioux.

    Having been the accidental cause of the death of his only son, he
    threw himself in the way of a buffalo-bull. (See Catlin's _Notes_,
    vol. ii., for a full account.)

 547. _The Long Speech._

    It is an invariable rule amongst Indians, that while any one speaks
    in council no one can rise. _See-non-ty-a_ (the Blistered Feet), a
    great _medicine-man_, made his favourite boast, that when he once
    rose in an Ioway council of war it happened unfortunately for the
    council that "he began to speak just as it began to snow."

 548. _Battle of the Buffalo Bulls._

 549. _Buffaloes crossing a Ravine in a snow-drift._

 550. _Buffaloes crossing the Missouri on the ice._

 551. _Grisly Bears attacking a Buffalo Bull._

 552. _Indians spearing Salmon at Night by Torchlight._

 553. _Deer-hunting by Moonlight._

 554. _Deer-hunting by Torchlight, in bark canoes._

 555. _War Party attacked in their Camp at Night._


                  INDIAN CURIOSITIES AND MANUFACTURES.

Amongst this most extensive and valuable collection of them in
existence, a few of the most remarkable are


                        A CROW LODGE, OR WIGWAM.

A very splendid thing, brought from the foot of the Rocky
Mountains, twenty-five feet in height, made of buffalo-skins, garnished
and painted. The poles (thirty in number) of pine, cut in
the Rocky Mountains, have been long in use, were purchased with
the lodge, and brought the whole distance. This _wigwam_ stands
in the middle of the gallery, and will shelter eighty or more
persons.

_Indian Cradles_, for carrying their pappooses. _Lances_, _Calumets_
or _Pipes of Peace_, _Ordinary Pipes_, _Tomahawks_, _Scalping
Knives_, and _Scalps_.

A very full and valuable collection of _Men and Women's Dresses_
from the different tribes, garnished and fringed with scalp-locks
from their enemies' heads, _Bows_, _Quivers_, _Spears_, _Shields_, _War-Eagle
and Raven Head-dresses_, _Necklaces_, _Mocassins_, _Belts_,
_Pouches_, _War-Clubs_, _Robes_, _Mantles_, _Tobacco-Sacks_, _Wampums_,
_Whistles_, _Rattles_, _Drums_, _Indian Saddles_, _Masks for their
Mystery Dances_, _&c. &c._

Amongst the immense collection of Indian curiosities, &c., too
numerous to be described in the catalogue, there are Skulls from
different tribes, of very great interest; and particularly several
from the _Flat-heads_, showing perfectly the character of this unaccountable
custom, and also the Flat-head cradles, illustrating the
process by which these artificial distortions are produced.

_Indian Cloths_, _Robes_, &c., manufactured by the Indians from
the mountain sheep's wool, and from wild dogs' hair, beautifully
spun, coloured, and woven.


                             END OF VOL. I.




Transcriber's Notes

Hyphenation of compound words follows the text. If a hyphenation
occurred on a line or page break, the most common variant was followed.
Suspect spellings are noted, but are retained. The modern word 'grizzly'
is spelled as 'grizly' or 'grisly'.

On p. 273, the numbered list of prints is missing #261.

On p. 291, the asterism (three asterisks forming a triangle) is
represented simply three asterisks.

The following table describes how a variety of textual issues, and
resolution. Where variants were most likely printer's errors, they
have been corrected, otherwise merely noted.

p.  89 visit[e]rs                                   _sic._

p. 135 nonplused                                    _sic._

p. 161 _chickababbo_                                _sic._

p. 185 [t/T]he wedding in St. Martin's church       Corrected.

p. 195 "Oh, yes, he's here every day[,/.]"          Corrected.

p. 196 The Emperor of Russ[s]ia,                    Removed.

p. 213 tribes of the North American Indians[.]      Added.

p. 217 land[s]capes and other scenes                Removed.

p. 219 presented to us[.]                           Added.

p. 252 opportunit[it]ies                            Removed.

p. 255 Mississip[p]i                                Added.
       leggins                                      _sic._

p. 276 made of whi[l/t]e horse-hair                 Corrected.

p. 278 delineatio[u/n]s                             Inverted.
       lik[e]nesses                                 Added.

p. 279 [5/3]28. Rock Island                         Corrected.

p. 283  the ["]Big Bend["]                          Added for
                                                     consistency.

p. 284  Miss[i]ouri                                 Removed.

p. 290  sp[l]endid                                  Added.








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