First, let me give another brief tale of the power exerted by the white man over the savage in a trying case, but, in this case, it was righteous, was moral power.

“We were looking over McKenney’s trip to the Lakes, and, on observing the picture of Key-way-no-wut, or the Going Cloud, Mr. B. observed “Ah, that is the fellow I came near having a fight with,” and he detailed at length the circumstances.  This Indian was a very desperate character, and whom all the Leech lake band stood in fear of.  He would shoot down any Indian who offended him, without the least hesitation, and had become quite the bully of that part of the tribe.  The trader at Leech lake warned Mr. B. to beware of him, and said that he once, when he (the trader) refused to give up to him his stock of wild rice, went and got his gun and tomahawk, and shook the tomahawk over his head, saying “Now, give me your wild rice.”  The trader complied with his exaction, but not so did Mr. B. in the adventure which I am about to relate.  Key-way-no-wut came frequently to him with furs, wishing him to give for them cotton cloth, sugar, flour, &c.  Mr. B. explained to him that he could not trade for furs, as he was sent there as a teacher, and that it would be like putting his hand into the fire to do so, as the traders would inform against him, and he would be sent out of the country.  At the same time, he gave him the articles which he wished.  Key-way-no-wut found this a very convenient way of getting what he wanted, and followed up this sort of game, until, at last, it became insupportable.  One day the Indian brought a very large otter skin, and said “I want to get for this ten pounds of sugar, and some flour and cloth,” adding, “I am not like other Indians, I want to pay for what I get.  Mr. B. found that he must either be robbed of all he had by submitting to these exactions, or take a stand at once.  He thought, however, he would try to avoid a scrape, and told his customer he had not so much sugar to spare.  “Give me then,” said he, “what you can spare,” and Mr. B. thinking to make him back out, told him he would give him five pounds of sugar for his skin.  “Take it,” said the Indian.  He left the skin, telling Mr. B. to take good care of it.  Mr. B. took it at once to the trader’s store, and related the circumstance, congratulating himself that he had got rid of the Indian’s exactions.  But, in about a month, Key-way-no-wut appeared bringing some dirty Indian sugar, and said “I have brought back the sugar that I borrowed of you, and I want my otter skin back.”  Mr. B. told him, “I bought an otter skin of you, but if you will return the other articles you have got for it, perhaps I can get it for you.”  “Where is the skin?” said he very quickly, “what have you done with it?” Mr. B. replied it was in the trader’s store, where he (the Indian) could not get it.  At this information he was furious, laid his hands on his knife and tomahawk, and commanded Mr. B. to bring it at once.  Mr.