All agreed that the waters were too low to go to the Lac du Flambeau, and that my proposed council with the Indians at that point must be given up or deferred.  Besides, if the war party on the Red Cedar or Folavoine Fork of the Chippewa was to be arrested, it could only be done by an immediate move in that direction.  I therefore determined to leave Ottawa Lake the same day.  I invested Mozobodo with a silver medal of the first class, and a U.S. flag.  Presents of ammunition, provisions, iron works, a few dry goods, and tobacco were given to all, and statistics of their population and of their means taken.  For a population of eighteen men, there were forty-eight women and seventy-one children.  Thirteen or fourteen of the latter were Mozojeed’s.  Red Devil’s son’s band numbered forty-nine men, twenty-seven women, and forty-six children.  Odabossa’s village consisted of eighteen men, thirty-eight women, and seventy-one children—­making 406 souls, who were chiefly assembled at this point.

TECUMSEH.—­I snatched this piece of history.  During the late war Tecumseh’s messages reached this place, and produced their usual effect.  The Indians seized the post, took the goods, and burnt the building occupied as a place of trade.  Mr. Corban, having notice from friendly Indians, escaped with his men to St. Mary’s.  This post stood opposite the outlet, being on the present site of Mozojeed’s village.

MOZOJEED’S LODGE—­This fabric is quite remarkable, and yields more comforts and conveniences than usual.  It has also the mysterious insignia of a prophet.  The faces of four men or gods are carved at the four cardinal points.  A hole with a carved image of a bird is in front.  Three drums hang on the walls, and many rattles.  At his official lodge men are painted joining hands.  A bundle of red sticks lies in one corner.

INDIAN MOVEMENTS.—­I was informed by M. and W. that the Lac du Flambeau Indians were not on Chippewa River, and that the message from Yellow Lake had not reached them.  That many of the Chippewas were at Rice Lake on the Red Cedar Fork.  That they had received a message from Mr. Street, Indian Agent at Prairie du Chien, and were in alarm on account of the Menomonies.

TRIP TO THE RED CEDAR FORK.—­We embarked at four o’clock in the afternoon in four canoes, one canoe of Indians to aid on the portages, and two canoes of the military—­Lieut.  Clary’s command.  Mr. B. Cadotte acted as guide as far as Rice Lake, the whole making quite a formidable “brigade,” to use a trader’s term.  Our course lay down the Little Chippewa River.  The water was very good and deep as far as the fish dam.  There our troubles began.  Our canoes had to be led along, as if they had been baskets of eggs, in channels made by the Indians, who had carefully picked out the big stones.  We met a son of old Misco’s, having a fawn and three muskrats recently killed.  I gave him a full reward of corn and tobacco for the former, which was an acceptable addition