He would shoot down any Indian who offended him, without the least hesitation, and had become quite the bully of that part of the tribe.
The trader at Leech Lake warned Mr.B.to beware of him, and said that he once, when he (the trader) refused to give up to him his stock of wild-rice, went and got his gun and tomahawk, and shook the tomahawk over his head, saying, '_Now_, give me your wild-rice.' The trader complied with his exaction, but not so did Mr.B.in the adventure which I am about to relate.

Key-way-no-wut came frequently to him with furs, wishing him to give for them, cotton-cloth, sugar, flour, &c.
Mr.B.explained to him that he could not trade for furs, as he was sent there as a teacher, and that it would be like putting his hand into the fire to do so, as the traders would inform against him, and he would be sent out of the country.

At the same time, he _gave_ him the articles which he wished.

Key-way-no-wut found this a very convenient way of getting what he wanted, and followed up this sort of game, until, at last, it became insupportable.

One day the Indian brought a very large otter-skin, and said, 'I want to get for this ten pounds of sugar, and some flour and cloth,' adding, 'I am not like other Indians, _I_ want to pay for what I get.' Mr.B.found that he must either be robbed of all he had by submitting to these exactions, or take a stand at once.