tried to suit his actions to his words. His voice was last heard on the
brink of the precipice, as if in a deadly contest.

When the sachem and the other chiefs agreed the Manitou had taken what
he wanted, and given the rest back to his sorrowful children, Black
Snake was not there. When the pine cones were piled high on the big
fire, and Grey Eagle was proclaimed War-Chief, and the wolf as a totem
thereafter to the mingle tribes of Great Oak's and Grey Eagle's people,
and was marked indelibly on each warrior, Black Snake was not there.
When the feast and dance commenced and the now animated Fawn, in the
presence of all the chiefs, gave her wampum to Grey Eagle, and the night
wore away with wild festivities, as chief after chief silently
disappeared, as they had appeared, in the dark winding paths over the
hills and around marshes to their distant homes; and peace and happiness
again spread around old Niagara, while the sassafras' fragrant smoke
from their cheerful wigwams mingling with the cataract's cloudy mist,
rose like incense to their Manitou, Black Snake still was not there; and
only for the Swaying Reed wandering up and down the vine tangled banks,
ever looking among the rocks, and listening for a well remembered step,
or some mimic note of the departed brave, he would have passed from
their memories as he had from the sight of the noble and generous wolf
tribe created and loved of the Great Manitou of Niagara.