The Owl was in a sad predicament; he knew not what to do to effect his escape.  As he knew he had not the power to contend with his enemies, he determined to have recourse to stratagem.  When it was quite dark he commenced hooting like an owl, having previously transformed himself into one.  The Chippeways looked up towards the tree and asked the owl what he was doing there.  The owl replied that he had come to see a large war party of Dahcotahs who would soon pass by.  The Chippeways took the hint, and took to their heels too, and ran home.  The Owl then resumed his form, got down from the tree and returned home.

This wonderful incident, which he related of himself, gave him a great reputation and a name besides; for until now he had been called Chaske, a name always given to the oldest son; but the Indians after this gave him the name of the Owl.

It being decided that the war party should leave as soon as their preparations could be made, the war chief sent for those who were to dance.  The dance was performed every third or, fourth night until the party left.  For each dance the war chief had a hew set of performers; only so many were asked at a time as could conveniently dance inside the wigwam.  While some were dancing, others were preparing for the expedition, getting extra mocassins made, drying meat, or parching corn.

When all was ready, the party set out, with every confidence in their war chief.  He was to direct them where to find the enemy, and at the same time to protect them from being killed themselves.

For a few days they hunted as they went along, and they would build large fires at night, and tell long stories, to make the time pass pleasantly.

The party was composed of about twenty warriors, and they all obeyed implicitly the orders of their war chief, who appointed some warriors to see that his directions were carried out by the whole party.  Wo to him who violates a single regulation! his gun is broken, his blanket cut to pieces, and he is told to return home.  Such was the fate of Iron Eyes, who wandered from the party to shoot a bird on the wing, contrary to the orders of their chief.  But although disgraced and forbidden to join in the attempt to punish the Chippeways for the outrage they had commited, he did not return to his village; he followed the tracks of the war party, determining to see the fun if he could not partake of it.

On the fourth night after they left home, the warriors were all assembled to hear the war song of their chief.  They were yet in their own country, seated on the edge of a prairie, and back of them as far as the eye could reach, there was nothing to be seen but the half melted snow; no rocks, no trees, relieved the sameness of the view.  On the opposite side of the Mississippi, high bluffs, with their worn sides and broken rocks, hung over the river; and in the centre of its waters lay the sacred isles, whose many trees and bushes wanted only the warm breath of summer to display their luxuriance.  The war chief commenced.  He prophesied that they would see deer on the next day, but that they must begin to be careful, for they would then have entered their enemies’ country.  He told them how brave they were, and that he was braver still.  He told them the Chippeways were worse than prairie dogs.  To all of which the warriors responded, Ho!