The party finally set sail up the Missouri River on Monday, May 21, 1804, but made only a few miles, owing to head winds.  Four days later they camped near the last white settlement on the Missouri,—­La Charrette, a little village of seven poor houses.  Here lived Daniel Boone, the famous Kentucky backwoodsman, then nearly seventy years old, but still vigorous, erect, and strong of limb.  Here and above this place the explorers began to meet with unfamiliar Indian tribes and names.  For example, they met two canoes loaded with furs “from the Mahar nation.”  The writer of the Lewis and Clark journal, upon whose notes we rely for our story, made many slips of this sort.  By “Mahars” we must understand that the Omahas were meant.  We shall come across other such instances in which the strangers mistook the pronunciation of Indian names.  For example, Kansas was by them misspelled as “Canseze” and “Canzan;” and there appear some thirteen or fourteen different spellings of Sioux, of which one of the most far-fetched is “Scouex.”

The explorers were now in a country unknown to them and almost unknown to any white man.  On the thirty-first of May, a messenger came down the Grand Osage River bringing a letter from a person who wrote that the Indians, having been notified that the country had been ceded to the Americans, burned the letter containing the tidings, refusing to believe the report.  The Osage Indians, through whose territory they were now passing, were among the largest and finest-formed red men of the West.  Their name came from the river along which they warred and hunted, but their proper title, as they called themselves, was “the Wabashas,” and from them, in later years, we derive the familiar name of Wabash.  A curious tradition of this people, according to the journal of Lewis and Clark, is that the founder of the nation was a snail, passing a quiet existence along the banks of the Osage, till a high flood swept him down to the Missouri, and left him exposed on the shore.  The heat of the sun at length ripened him into a man; but with the change of his nature he had not forgotten his native seats on the Osage, towards which he immediately bent his way.  He was, however, soon overtaken by hunger and fatigue, when happily, the Great Spirit appeared, and, giving him a bow and arrow, showed him how to kill and cook deer, and cover himself with the skin.  He then proceeded to his original residence; but as he approached the river he was met by a beaver, who inquired haughtily who he was, and by what authority he came to disturb his possession.  The Osage answered that the river was his own, for he had once lived on its borders.  As they stood disputing, the daughter of the beaver came, and having, by her entreaties, reconciled her father to this young stranger, it was proposed that the Osage should marry the young beaver, and share with her family the enjoyment of the river.  The Osage readily consented, and from this happy union there soon came the village and the