A footpath leads still higher, by clumps of bushes and copsewood, to the borders of a shallow bay, where in a small opening I somewhat abruptly came to the body of the murdered man.

He was a Chippewa from the interior called Soan-ga-ge-zhick, or the Strong Sky.

He had been laid out, by his relatives, and dressed in his best apparel, with a kind of cap of blue cloth and a fillet round his head.

His lodge, occupied by his widow and three small children, stood near.

On examination, he had been stabbed in several places, deeply in both thighs.