The music, as it came to the village, all the inhabitants of which were now watching her, sounded weird and sweet, but was instantly recognized as the song of death. A dozen braves ran to save her, but in vain.

They had almost reached her when she threw aside her blanket and as a statue of bronze stood for a moment in the morning sun, then with a cry that she would meet her lover in the Shades, she went over the cliff, and was crushed to death at the feet of "Lover's Leap."

Hers was the song of death, but there are other songs, songs of life and of seasons.

Among the tribes, each season has its song, and each great event is immortalized in poetry, and folklore tales. We all know the habits of the frog, and how it makes its presence known in the first wet spells of spring, yet it remained for an Indian to give the harbinger of season, a place in the songs of the world. "O-ka-gis," or the "Frog Song," or the "Frog in the Spring," as it is generally called, runs thus :

"O-ka-gis"

"Then we shall cheerfully, praisingly sing, O-ka-gis, (the frogs) the heralds of Spring, First to renounce the Winter bound ball ; Hail sunshine and verdure and gladness for all."

And they have a "Winter Song," a song of pleasing defiance to Par-kab-il-on-ac-ca, the god of winter. This thing with such a dreadful name, had decided to drive all the people south wiili the buffalo, so he himself could rule the north. But he met a Tartar, who turned the tide, anil maintained his right and his tnlic's privilege to remain in the north.