
 
		viously  turned  a  second  time  over the hot stones;  and  afterwards,  
 with equal ceremony, pointed  in  succession  to  the  four quarters of  
 the sky;  then  drawing  a  few whiffs  from  the  calumet  himself,  he  
 handed  it to his left-hand neighbour, by whom it was gravely passed  
 round the circle ;  the interpreter and myself, who were seated at the  
 door, were asked  to  partake  in  our turn, but requested to keep the  
 head  of  the  calumet  within  the  threshold  of  the  sweating-house.  
 When the tobacco was exhausted by passing several times round, the  
 hunter made another speech, similar  to the former;  but was, if possible, 
  still more urgent  in  his  requests.  A  second  hymn  followed,  
 and a quantity of water being sprinkled on the hot stones, the attendants  
 were  ordered  to close the temple, which they did, by very care^  
 fully covering  it up with moose skins.  We  had  no  means of ascertaining  
 the  temperature  of  the  sweating-house;  but  before  it  was  
 closed, not only those within,  but  also  the spectators, without, were  
 perspiring freely.  They continued in the vapour bath for thirty-five  
 minutes, during which time  a  third  speech  was  made,  and a hymn  
 was sung, and water occasionally  sprinkled on the  stones, which still  
 retained much heat, as was evident from the hissing noise they made.  
 The  coverings  were then thrown  off, and the  poor half-stewed worshippers  
 exposed  freely  to  the  air;  but  they  kept  their squatting  
 postures  until  a  fourth  speech  was  made,  in  which  the deity was  
 strongly reminded of the value  of  the gifts, and exhorted to take an  
 early  opportunity  of  shewing  his  gratitude.  The  ceremony  concluded  
 by the sweaters scampering  down  to  the river, and plunging  
 into the stream.  It may  be  remarked, that the door of the temple,  
 and, of course, the face of the god, was turned to the rising sun ;  and  
 the spectators were desired not to block  up  entirely the front of the  
 building, but to leave a lane for the entrance  or  exit  of some influence  
 of which they could not give me a correct description.  Several  
 Indians, who lay on the outside  of  the  sweating-house as spectators,  
 seemed  to  regard  the  proceedings with  very  little  awe,  and  were 
 extremely free in the remarks and jokes they passed upon the condition  
 of the  sweaters,  and  even  of  Kepoochikawn  himself.  One  of  
 them made  a  remark, that the shawl  would  havé  been much better  
 bestowed  upon  himself  than  upon  Kepoochikawn,  but  the  same  
 fellow afterwards stripped and joined in the ceremony. 
 I did not learn that the Indians worship any other god  by  a  specific  
 name.  They often refer, however,  to  the  Ketchee-Maneeto, or  
 Great Master  of L ife;  and  to  an  evil  spirit,  or Maatche-Maneeto.  
 They also speak of Wettako, a kind of vampyre  or devil,  into which  
 those who have fed on human flesh are transformed. 
 Whilst at Qarlton,  I took  an  opportunity  of  asking  a  communicative  
 old Indian, of the  Black-foot  nation,  his  opinion  of  a future  
 state ;  he replied, that they  had  heard  from their  fathers,  that  the  
 souls of the departed have to scramble with great labour up the sides  
 of a steep mountain,  upon  attaining  the  summit  of which they are  
 rewarded  with  the  prospect of an extensive  plain,  abounding in all  
 sorts  of  game,  and  interspersed  here  and  there  with  new  tents,  
 pitched  in  agreeable  situations.  Whilst  they  are  absorbed  in  the  
 contemplation of this delightful scene, they are descried by the inha-  
 bitants of the happy land,  who, clothed in new skin-dresses, approach  
 and  welcome  with  every  demonstration  of  kindness  those  Indians  
 who have led good  lives ;  but  the  bad  Indians,  who  have  imbrued  
 their hands in the blood of their countrymen, are told to return from  
 whence  they  came,  and  without more ceremony  precipitated down  
 the steep sides of the mountain. 
 Women,  who  have  been  guilty  of infanticide,  never  reach  the  
 mountain at all,  hut are compelled  to  hover round the seats of their  
 crimes, with branches  of  trees  tied  to  their legs.  The melancholy  
 sounds, which are heard in the  still summer evenings, and which the  
 ignorance of the white people  considers  as  the  screams of the goatsucker, 
  are really,  according to my informant,  the  moanings of these  
 unhappy beings.