Occuna began : " Daughter of a mighty warrior ! the Great Manitore [the Supreme God] calls me hence; he bids me hasten into his presence ; I hear his voice in the stream ; I perceive his Spirit in the moving of the waters. The light of his eyes danceth upon the swift rapids."

The maiden replied : "Art thou not thyself a mighty warrior, 0 Occuna'^ Hath not thy hatchet been often bathed in the red blood of thine enemies ? Hath the fleet deer ever escaped thy arrow, or the beaver eluded thy pursuit ? Why, then, shouldst thou fear to go into the presence of Manitore ? "

Occuna responded : "Manitore regardeth the brave-- he respccteth the prayer of the mighty ! When I selected thee from the daughters of thy mother, I promised to live and die with thee. The Thunderer hath called us together.

" Welcome, 0 shade of Or i aha, great chief of the invincible Senecas ! Lo, a warrior and the daughter of a warrior come to join you in the feast of the blessed !"

Occuna was dashed in pieces among the rocks, but his affianced maiden was preserved to tell the story of her perils. Occuna, the Indian said, "was raised high above the regions of the moon, from whence he vicw.s with joy the prosperous hunting of the warriors ; he gives pleasant dreams to his friends, and terrifies their enemies with dreadful omens." And when any of his tribe passed this fatal cataract, they halted, and with brief solemn ceremonies commemorated the death of Occuna.