darkness the fearful tragedy, as the Fawn floated off on the pitiless
wave. A splash; a struggle; a wild howl, filled the air, echoing from
rock to rock and from shore to shore. One ray of light from between the
clouds revealed the little boat, as poised an instant in the misty vapor
over the boiling surge, and dark forms gathered on the rocks from whence
the bark had just departed; while shout and strife and angry threats
grew loud among the warlike group madly struggling on that brink of
eternity. Great Oak alone could quell the tumult. Followed by some
sympathizing chiefs he wound his way among the promiscuous crowd already
gathered. On the shore near the brink of the falling waters, on the
stony tables extending far out into the water, stood Grey Eagle's
warriors, firm as the rocks beneath them. In the center of this group,
almost a prisoner of his own braves, was the speechless Grey Eagle; at
his feet crouched the powerful wolf over the prostrate form of the
insensible Fawn, alternately howling and licking her face. At the
appearance of the old chief clamor ceased, and with difficulty the
astonished father was made to understand the cause of the excitement.

At the moment of the Indian girls freeing the boat, the natural instinct
of the wolf apprised him of her danger; instantly springing to his loved
mistress, fastening his powerful jaws in her deer skin dress, the
faithful beast tumbled into the water, struggling with fear and more
than common strength to the rock where stood the almost petrified Grey
Eagle, who then recognized the omnipotent power that moved to save.
Being surrounded by his own braves who quickly and thoughtfully passed
them to the shore, re-commenced the pow-wow in which Black Snake's voice
was heard above all the others, calling on the Manitou to let his wrath
fall on the strangers for robbing him of his gifts, and not on the open
hands of his own people, and calling for help to toss them all into the
boiling waters, to avert the wrath of the Manitou from themselves, he