his people that the Wenebagoes were very close at hand; and by to-
morrow there would be a great battle, so every man must be well
prepared. The village was in terrible anxiety that night, the women and
children were all gathered in one place and the warriors in another,
and the village was well guarded. Early in the morning the war cry was
heard, and every warrior went forward to meet the Wenebagoes, but Kaw-
be-naw remained in his lodge while his warriors were fighting. The old
O-saw-wah-ne-me-kee was nearly naked and frightfully painted from head
to foot, so that he looked more like a demon than a human being. Of
course he did not know who might be Kaw-be-naw among the Ottawas,
therefore he sang out, saying, "Where is your great Kaw-be-naw? I
should like to meet him in this battle." So one of the warriors
replied, "Don't you know that you have buried our great Kaw-be-naw in
the pit yesterday?" "Thanks to the Great Spirit for delivering the
Ottawas into my hands," said old O-saw-wah-ne-me-kee triumphantly. Just
then, Kaw-be-naw came out of his lodge in full uniform of black bear
skins, with his ponderous war club in his hand, and mocked his
antagonist by saying, "Thanks to the Great Spirit, here I am; and now
meet me all you want." Kaw-be-naw looked so grand and noble, and was
such an extraordinary personage that O-saw-wah-ne-me-kee did not know
what to do with himself, whether to yield or to fight. But remembering
his previous threats, he made out to face him. However Kaw-be-naw did
not take long to dispose of him; O-saw-wah-ne-me-kee was soon slain.
When the Wenebagoes saw that their great warrior was no more, they
immediately raised a flag of truce, and requested that they might
acknowledge themselves as conquered and depart in peace.

During the affray with O-saw-wah-ne-me-kee, Kaw-be-naw received a
little scratch on his nose which drew a few drops of his blood, and
therefore when he saw a flag of truce he disarmed himself and went to