Can I look back and see him from thy Path in the sky?
One look, O Manitou! 'ere my face rams
From my father and brave, where my heart still yearns;
That look; and their tears my offering shall be,
Oh precious the load I'll carry to Thee,
As my spirit will rise in the mist o'er the wave,
While my body floats down to its watery grave."

Suddenly her song was interrupted by another wail, commencing low and
gradually rising, till its clear notes seemed to fill the surrounding
woods, mingling with the shrieks of the wind as it wound round the
prominent rocks they were slowly approaching. There on the very rock
where the Fawn's little bark would dart away from the open hands of the
sad lamenting maidens, stood unobserved by all but his own braves, the
tall figure of Grey Eagle, dimly seen through the suddenly cloudy
moonlight, erect against the dark back ground of the forest, singing in
an exulting voice and manner, words that betrayed his intentions, which
none would dare prevent, or set at naught if accepted by the Manitou,--a
free spontaneous gift of life on his part, as shown in the words that
floated on the night air to the ears of his hearers.

"Thou lift'st not thy hand, which only can save
The dark-eyed maid from thy terrible wave;
She is tender and timid, Oh! Great Manitou!
In the arms of her brave to Thee she must go,
In the arms of her brave take the terrible flight,
Together their spirits shall, rise into light."

As the ropes fell, from the trembling hands of the towing maidens, the
moon in mercy seemed to hide her face beneath a cloud, veiling in