"he conducts his office as being a whole Dominion Government, Indian Agent, Indian Chief and Council, all into one … the Agent appears as taking too much advantage of his powers over the Chief and council and causing a considerable strife an amoung the Indians of this Reserve … foiling the labors of the chief and members of the council, discrediting those who assist to maintain good government of the Band."

“My mother told me he used to go behind enemy lines, rub shoulders with the enemy forces and never get caught. … He was always saying how we have to live in harmony with all living things in this world.—Duncan Pegahmagabow .”

“When I was at Rossport, on Lake Superior, in 1914, some of us landed from our vessel to gather blueberries near an Ojibwa camp. An old Indian recognized me, and gave me a tiny medicine-bag to protect me, saying that I would shortly go into great danger. The bag was of skin, tightly bound with a leather thong. Sometimes it seemed to be as hard as rock, at other times it appeared to contain nothing. At night it seemed to be rising and falling like it could breathe. I kept it with me at all times and I don't think I could have survived the war without it. —Francis Pegahmagabow”