Their names were then taken as follows, and the business of our first council being finished, it broke up. (_See Plate No. 4._) 1. Ah-quee-we-zaints (the Boy Chief). 2. Pat-au-a-quot-a-wee-be (the Driving Cloud), war-chief. 3. Wee-nish-ka-wee-be (the Flying Gull). 4. Sah-mah (Tobacco). 5. Gish-ee-gosh-e-gee (Moonlight Night). 6. Not-een-a-akm (Strong Wind), interpreter. 7. Wos-see-ab-e-neuh-qua, woman. 8. Nib-nab-ee-qua, girl. 9. Ne-bet-neuh-qua, woman. After a stroll of an hour or so about my rooms, where they were inexpressibly amused with my numerous paintings, &c., they were driven awhile about the town, and landed at their hotel, where the crowd had become so general and so dense, that it was almost impossible to approach it. The partial glance that the public got of their red faces and wild dresses on this day, as they were moving through the streets, and passing to and from the carriage, increased the cry of "Ob-jubbeways!" in every part of the city, and established the fact as certain, that "_real Indians_" had made their appearance in Manchester. It should be known to the reader by this time that this party were from the northern shore of Lake Huron, in Canada; therefore her Majesty's subjects, and part of one of the most numerous tribes in North America, inhabiting the shores of Lake Superior, Lake of the Woods, and Lake Huron, numbering some 15,000 or 20,000, and usually (in civilized parlance) called Chippeways, a mere _refinement_ upon their native name, O-jib-be-way. The appearance of these wild folks so suddenly in the streets of Manchester was well calculated to raise an excitement and the most intense curiosity. They were all clad in skins of their own dressing, their head-dresses of eagles' quills and wild turkeys' feathers; their faces daubed and streaked with vermilion and black and green paint. They were armed with their war-clubs, bows and quivers, and tomahawks and scalping knives, just as they roam through the woods in their country; and their yells and war-whoops, which were occasionally sounded in the streets at some sudden occurrence that attracted their attention, gave a new excitement amid the smoke and din of Manchester. The leading man of this party, _Ah-quee-we-zaints_ (the boy chief), was an excellent old man, of seventy-five years, with an intelligent and benignant countenance, and had been somewhat distinguished as a warrior in his younger days. The next of consequence (_Pat-au-a-quot-a-wee-be_, the driving cloud), and called the war-chief (though I believe, not a chief), was a remarkably fine man of thirty-five years of age, and had distinguished himself as a warrior in several battles in the war of 1812, having been engaged in the British lines, and in those engagements had been several times severely wounded, and of which he still carried and exhibited the most frightful scars.