fall disappeared, it was as if the Great Salt Lake were pouring down the side of the mountain, and from top to bottom was all one vast mass of foam, lashing the huge rock at the throat, around which the torrent turned with a sudden bend.  No canoe could live on such a cataract.  It must be overturned and engulfed long before reaching the bottom, or if those perils were, by any wonderful chance, escaped, inevitable destruction awaited the presumptuous adventurer, dashed against the rock at the bottom.

The lovers of Leelinau gazed at the Fall, but the more they considered the less inclination they felt to encounter the danger.  In a low stage of the water the canoe would be overturned, and pierced by the sharp rocks, while mangled limbs certainly, if not death, must be the doom of the rash aspirant, and who would dare to brave the terrors of the swollen river?

The eyes of Leelinau were bright, and her smile sweet, but there were other maidens with bright eyes and sweet smiles, and less difficult to please.

But not thus felt Magisaunikwa.  The absorbing passion swallowed up all considerations of prudence, and he resolved to undertake the adventure.  If he perished, the Great Spirit would be pleased with his courage, and what was life without Leelinau?  While thoughts like these passed through his mind, he remembered Manabozho.  He had assisted him once, although in vain, why not a second time?  He sought once more the recesses of the forest, where he had met him, and called upon his name, but no answer was returned.  He kindled a fire and threw upon it the fragrant tobacco, and called again, “Ho!  Manabozho!” and the majestic figure stood before him, but there was anger on his brow.  To his stern demand the hunter made known what had happened, and begged his assistance.  But the Manito showed no disposition to grant it.  In fact, the task was beyond his powers, but he was unwilling that it should be known.

“Fool!” he said, “is a scornful squaw worth the hazard of death and the shame that attends defeat?  Seek thy lodge and blow away these thoughts as the wind disperses the winged seeds of the stinging nettle.”  It was evident Manabozho had never been in love, for then he would not have thrown away his advice.  He stayed not for a reply, but with a gesture of disdain disappeared.

Wampum-hair sought his wigwam, melancholy but not discouraged.  It was, indeed, impossible to follow the counsel of the friendly Manito.  Sleeping or waking the image of Leelinau swam before his eyes, and sometimes smiled as if to incite him to the enterprise.

He resolved to undertake a solemn fast.  He therefore sought a retired place and built a pointed lodge.

Six days and nights he fasted, lying on the ground, and on the seventh day, at the rising of the sun, his guardian spirit, the child with the white beaver, slowly descended from the sky.  His face was kind and gentle as at the first, but not as before did he lay his hand on the heart of Wampum-hair.  Now he pressed his palm upon the forehead of the hunter, and strange thoughts and determinations, like rising storms, passed through his mind:  slowly, then, up through the pointed roof, which opened for his passage, mounted the child till he disappeared in the blue field.