Indians at the Sault.

Mackinaw, August 19, 1846.

We were detained two days longer than we expected at the Sault de Ste. Marie, by the failure of the steamer General Scott to depart at the proper time.  If we could have found a steamer going up Lake Superior, we should most certainly have quieted our impatience at this delay, by embarking on board of her.  But the only steamer in the river St. Mary, above the falls, which is a sort of arm or harbor of Lake Superior, was the Julia Palmer, and she was lying aground in the pebbles and sand of the shore.  She had just been dragged over the portage which passes round the falls, where a broad path, with hillocks flattened, and trunks hewn off close to the surface, gave tokens of the vast bulk that had been moved over it.  The moment she touched the water, she stuck fast, and the engineer was obliged to go to Cleveland for additional machinery to move her forward.  He had just arrived with the proper apparatus, and the steamer had begun to work its way slowly into the deep water; but some days must yet elapse before she can float, and after that the engine must be put together.

Had the Julia Palmer been ready to proceed up the lake, I should certainly have seized the occasion to be present at an immense assemblage of Indians on Madeleine Island.  This island lies far in the lake, near its remoter extremity.  On one of its capes, called La Pointe, is a missionary station and an Indian village, and here the savages are gathering in vast numbers to receive their annual payments from the United States.

“There were already two thousand of them at La Pointe when I left the place,” said an intelligent gentleman who had just returned from the lake, “and they were starving.  If an Indian family has a stock of provisions on hand sufficient for a month, it is sure to eat it up in a week, and the Indians at La Pointe had already consumed all they had provided, and were living on what they could shoot in the woods, or get by fishing in the lake.”

I inquired of him the probable number of Indians the occasion would bring together.

“Seven thousand,” he answered.  “Among them are some of the wildest tribes on the continent, whose habits have been least changed by the neighborhood of the white man.  A new tribe will come in who never before would have any transactions with the government.  They are called the Pillagers, a fierce and warlike race, proud of their independence, and, next to the Blackfeet and the Camanches, the most ferocious and formidable tribe within the territory of the United States.  They inhabit the country about Red River and the head-waters of the Mississippi.”