"Then on the air floated a child's voice calling to its mother.

"Like a deer, O-hi-o flew to the spot. The child was rubbing his eyes.
He had fallen asleep on his dead father's breast and was awakened by his
mother's voice, but he never left his father's body.

"As O-hi-o drew near she beheld her poor brave handsome Mus-kin-gum
lying with his face upturned to the moon, whose beams fell upon him.
O-hi-o knelt down and kissed her husband but she uttered no cry--only a
dull muffled moan escaped her, for she was the daughter of an Indian
Chieftain and it would not have done. She had been taught to bear pain
without a murmur, but the look upon her face was terrible. The young men
would gladly have died to have brought young Mus-kin-gum to life for her
sake.

"Then the eldest lifted the child, who still sat by his dead father's
side, and placed him in his mother's arms, and as the little fellow
sobbed and kissed her lo! her eyes filled with tears and she headed the
procession that followed bearing the body of their beloved Mus-kin-gum
adown the steep path that led to her wigwam.

"And Mus-kin-gum was buried with great ceremony and honors becoming a a
man of his station. But O-hi-o took no further interest in life. The
child now clung to his grandfather, who tried to take his father's
place. Every day O-hi-o would lead him to the grave on the mountain
side, and together they would pray to the Great Spirit.

"'And I prayed in the woods,' said the boy, 'when the thunder rolled and
the lightning came, but the Great Spirit turned away his face and took
my father.'

"'He was called to live among the stars,' O-hi-o would reply.

"'And is he up there?" the child would ask. 'I will look for him,' after
which every night would little Mus-kin-gum stand or lie on the ground
gazing at the stars, declaring at times that he could discern his father
looking down upon them.

"But alas! from the day of the storm the boy could never again hear the
voice of thunder, nor see the flashes of lightning, without going into
convulsions. Upon the first distant roar he would jump up and down,
scream loudly, and run to his mother, burying his head on her breast,
relapsing into a state of semi-consciousness until the storm should have
passed. It was pitiful, and poor O-hi-o's tears would fall on the boy's
head, for it was thus he had stood before his father while Mus-kin-gum
met his death.

"As time went on the attacks grew worse. Vainly did o