He became extremely uneasy in his turn. He went out, and passing by the place she went to, he easily discovered, notwithstanding her precaution, of what dreadful consequences it would be if not timely attended to. He was afraid she would die before anything could be done. However, he went to the old Indian and speaking in a most sympathising strain asked him if he could not administer something to stop that extraordinary issue. "Why!" replied the old fellow, "That root I gave you the other day is its own antidote. Give her the length of her middle finger to _eat_ and it will stop quick enough." He did not chuse to tell the Indian that it was this that had occasioned it, lest he should be punished by him in his turn. But artfully conducting his discourse, [he] got more from him, administered it to the woman muttering in himself, "Let this blood cease, I have seen enough of it." And she was soon healed! I done all I could to make him confess it, without coming to the point. But he never would. He satisfied himself by assuring me with the most solemn assertions that it was the case. "And if you doubt it," continued he, "you may make the experiment. You need be under no apprehensions whatever, for in giving her of the same root to _eat_, it will stop." This root, when mastigated and applied when reduced to pulp, but better when pulverised, stops the blood immediately on application to any wound--_how profusely soever it may flow_. It is very astringent and somewhat hot. [Wild Carroway] Another herb, I believe it is the (wild) carroway, which we commonly denominate aniseeds--at least the smell and taste much resemble that. And its stalk bears a very great resemblance to the wild mint, as well as the leaves and flowers. I _suppose_ this is the one meant, because they tell me the taste and smell are delicious. This root and all its appurtenances (stalk, leaves and flowers) is of wonderful effects in various _things_. I shall give you some of the stories relating to it as I received them. [Used in Hunting] I was living out with _such_ an Indian, and we became reduced to _short commons_. One day he (the Indian) took a piece of bark and drew upon it three moose, and put some of this _medicine_ upon the heart and head of each. Then he fastened a piece of sinew to it, and told me to fasten it to a small stick that had been stuck _slant-way_ in the Ground. "Now," said he, "let me see if this will do. Oh no! I am afraid it won't. But I'll try. If it answers, the bark will dance!" I laughed at his idea (a half breed told me this) and so did one of his sons. However, the son told me that he had seen his father do so before, and that he killed every time.