When living in the lodge, he says:  “At one time much scarcity of food prevailed.  We were often twenty-four hours without eating; and when in the morning we had no victuals for the day before us, the custom was to black our faces with grease and charcoal, and exhibit, through resignation, a temper as cheerful as in the midst of plenty.”  This wise and dignified proceeding reminds one of a charming expression of what is best in French character, as described by Rigolette, in the Mysteries of Paris, of the household of Pere Cretu and Ramnonette.

He bears witness to much virtue among them.  Their superstitions, as described by him, seem childlike and touching.  He gives with much humor, traits that show their sympathy with the lower animals, such as I have mentioned.  He speaks of them as, on the whole, taciturn, because their range of topics is so limited, and seems to have seen nothing of their talent for narration.  Catlin, on the contrary, describes them as lively and garrulous, and says, that their apparent taciturnity among the whites is owing to their being surprised at what they see, and unwilling, from pride, to show that they are so, as well as that they have little to communicate on their side, that they think will be valuable.

After peace was restored, and Henry lived long at Mackinaw and the Sault St. Marie, as a trader, the traits of his biography and intercourse with the Indians, are told in the same bold and lively style.  I wish I had room for many extracts, as the book is rare.

He made a journey one winter on snow shoes, to Prairie du Chien, which is of romantic interest as displaying his character.  His companions could not travel nearly so fast as he did, and detained him on the way.  Provisions fell short; soon they were ready to perish of starvation.  Apprehending this, on a long journey, in the depth of winter, broken by no hospitable station, Henry had secreted some chocolate.  When he saw his companions ready to lie down and die, he would heat water, boil in it a square of this, and give them.  By the heat of the water and the fancy of nourishment, they would be revived, and induced to proceed a little further.  At last they saw antlers sticking up from the ice, and found the body of an elk, which had sunk in and been frozen there, and thus preserved to save their lives.  On this “and excellent soup” made from bones they found they were sustained to their journey’s end; thus furnishing, says Henry, one other confirmation of the truth, that “despair was not made for man;” this expression, and his calm consideration for the Canadian women that was willing to betray him to death, denote the two sides of a fine character.

He gives an interesting account of the tribe called “The Weepers,” on account of the rites with which they interrupt their feasts in honor of their friends.

He gives this humorous notice of a chief, called “The Great Road.”

“The chief, to whose kindly reception we were so much indebted, was of a complexion rather darker than that of the Indians in general.  His appearance was greatly injured by the condition of his hair, and this was the result of an extraordinary superstition.