A very voluminous writer, and an explorer of no small repute in Germany--Johann Georg Kohl--has drawn up, from personal experience, as exhaustive an account of the Mohawk section of the Iroquois Indians as Surgeon Bigsby gave of the Huron and Cherokee branches of that once powerful family. Herr Kohl spent the years 1859-60 in travelling about the north-eastern portion of the United States and Southern Canada, and thus was able to gather some interesting and valuable information concerning the tribe, which the writers of story-books seem to have maligned very much. He shows us the Mohawks of Quebec as hard-working farmers, respectable traders in fur, bold hunters, and pious Christians; and he reminds us that there is nothing extraordinary in all this if we take into account a century and a half of French influence at its best, together with the splendid labours of the Jesuit missionary heroes. From Lake Champlain, Herr Kohl travelled across the boundary in a Canadian farmer's waggon, which eventually set him down at an Indian village that stood on the verge of an immense pine-forest. To be "dumped" down suddenly in a place where there is not a single white person would be disconcerting enough to any but a man of inquiring and adventurous disposition; but Kohl, on learning from his companion that here was a purely native population, eagerly jumped out of the cart with his gun and his luggage and bade the farmer drive on. Of course, he was stared at; but so he would have been in an English or German village; with this difference: that these Mohawk women and children possessed a native politeness and readiness to oblige that few English and fewer Germans can muster up. Kohl spoke encouragingly to the starers; was there an inn in the place? he asked in French. No; there was not. Where could he get a night's lodging then? Anywhere in the village; perhaps the gentleman would like to see the chief's house, as being the largest and most fitting for his reception. A neat little old woman called a youth who was repairing a timber-trolley. "Go, my son; carry the gentleman's _paquet_ and show him the chief's house." The idlers drew back, and though they continued to stare, made no attempt to follow the stranger. He began to ask questions. Where were all the men? The men were at work, a few in the fields, but most of them in the forest--hunting, wood-lumbering, or clearing the traps set for foxes, squirrels, etc.; many of them would be home by sundown. The German looked curiously up the little street; nearly all the houses were on one side of it; on the other there were but four buildings; the church, which--said the lad--was visited three times a week by a French _curé_ from a neighbouring town; the school, the chief's dwelling, and the "assembly house"--a long wooden shed where public functions took place; e.g. certain games and sports, the entertaining of chiefs from a distance, tribal discussions, etc.