stretched to pull him out, but the sachem's voice caused them to fall by
the sides of the officious forms to which they belonged.

"The Manitou calls whom he hath use for. If he sent my child through the
artfulness of that young chief to the brow of the big hill, he hath also
called the wolf, because he hath need of him; let him go. I have said."

The little bark, held firmly by strong ropes twisted from the inside
bark of the elm, and fastened to both ends of the boat and to the side
next to the shore, the other ends of the rope held by the weeping
maidens who followed the river path, slowly towing the little bark to a
point near the brink of the cataract, on the east border of the river,
where a platform of flat rocks whose uneven portions appear here and
there above the surface of the water, form a solid foundation to its
unsandy shore. There tossing the ropes from them, the light canoe drawn
by the powerful current would dance only a moment on the bounding waves,
ere it launched into the misty region surrounding the mystical path,
where transition is hid from mortal eye. Slowly drawn by the reluctant
girls, the Fawn commenced her death song, a simple address to the
Manitou, while her thoughts evidently clung to her earthly friends.

"Thou hath called. Great Manitou, from thy forest on high,
I come, I'll follow thy wampum-dyed path through the sky;
Thy gifts hath been poured on the chieftains and braves,
They send Thee their child on the dark boiling waves;
Soon in the Beautiful Path she will be,
Loaded with tears so precious for Thee;
The grief of my sire, the grief of my brave,
Oh! Precious the load on this terrible wave;
But cheered by my chief, as the last leap draws nigh,