In +plate+ 244, is the portrait of a warrior by the name of _Ot-ta-wa_ (the otaway), ———— with his pipe in his hand; and in +plate+ 245, the portrait of a Chippeway woman, _Ju-ah-kis-gaw_, with her child in its crib or cradle. In a former Letter I gave a minute account of the Sioux cradle, and here the reader sees the very similar mode amongst the Chippeways; and as in all instances that can be found, the _ni-ahkust-ahg_ (or umbilicus) hanging before the child’s face for its supernatural protector. This woman’s dress was mostly made of civilized manufactures, but curiously decorated and ornamented according to Indian taste. Many were the dances given to me on different places, of which I may make further use and further mention on future occasions: but of which I shall name but one at present, the _snow-shoe dance_ (+plate+ 243), which is exceedingly picturesque, being danced with the snow shoes under the feet, at the falling of the first snow in the beginning of winter; when they sing a song of thanksgiving to the Great Spirit for sending them a return of snow, when they can run on their snow shoes in their valued hunts and easily take the game for their food. About this lovely spot I have whiled away a few months with great pleasure, and having visited all the curiosities, and all the different villages of Indians in the vicinity, I close my note-book and start in a few days for Prairie du Chien, which is 300 miles below this; where I shall have new subjects for my brush and new themes for my pen, when I may continue my epistles. Adieu. [Illustration: 243] [Illustration: 244 245] LETTER—No. 52. CAMP DES MOINES. Soon after the date of my last Letter, written at St. Peters, having placed my wife on board of the steamer, with a party of ladies, for Prairie du Chien, I embarked in a light bark canoe, on my homeward course, with only one companion, Corporal Allen, from the garrison; a young man of considerable taste, who thought he could relish the transient scenes of a voyage in company with a painter, having gained the indulgence of Major Bliss, the commanding officer, with permission to accompany me.