John Long's journal, 1768-1782Long, J. (John), Indian trader
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John Long's journal, 1768-1782
Long, J. (John), Indian trader
Fur trade -- Canada; Indians of North America; Indians of North America -- Languages; Ojibwa language
the idea of behaving like a warrior, and recurring to the time when I
was adopted at Pays Plat, I conceived it unmanly to shrink from danger,
and pushing through the woods, had soon a full view of the infernal
spirits, for I could give them no better name.
I lay some minutes in ambush, listening with great attention, till I
heard one of them cry out in the Chippeway language, “_Haguarmissey
mornooch gunnisar Cushecance_;” or, “I do not mean to kill the _Cat_;”
which was a name given to Mr. Shaw by the Indians, from his speaking in
a feeble voice. This convinced me he was alive, though in imminent
danger. I made all possible haste up to the house, and found the
Savages, both men and women, completely drunk. The huts had been knocked
down, the canoes adrift, and the whole formed the most dreadful scene of
confusion I had ever beheld. There were also an old Indian and a woman,
who I afterwards learned was his mother, lying dead upon the snow by the
lake side. I made several efforts to get into the house, but was
prevented by the Savages, who kept me back, kissing me, and telling me
they loved me, but that I must not attempt to relieve the _Cat_. At
last, with inconceivable difficulty, I persuaded them to attend to me,
and felt the most extreme satisfaction in having succeeded, at least so
far, in an attempt which would have been dangerous to any one to have
undertaken who was not fully master of the language and character of the
Savages, and {65} at the same time cool and dispassionate enough to hear
their nonsense with patience and temper.
I then addressed myself to the most sober of the chiefs, and inquired of
him the cause of the dispute; he told me Mr. Shaw was a _dog_ instead of
a _cat_, for that he had refused them rum; and that though he and the
rest of the tribe were happy to see me, because they had heard I always
had a good heart towards the Savages, I should not go in to assist the
trader, for they were the masters of the wigwaum, and not he, and that
they were resolved to have all the rum in his possession before break of
day.
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