low
peal of thunder was heard, then a louder one, after which came a flash
of lightning.

"'A storm!" they cried, 'the sacrifice has not been in vain,' and they
fell to their knees.

"It rained as it had never rained before. It fell in sheets. The cattle
drank greedily and the water was plentiful. After the third day it grew
lighter and the rain slacked. People ventured out of doors, and lo! the
valley with the wigwam of Mus-kin-gum had disappeared. In its place,
behold! a river. Up and down as far as eye could reach flowed the
shining waters. A miracle had been performed, and the wise men came from
miles around.

"'We will call the river O-hi-o,' they said, 'for it is the soul of her
who has saved us.'

"And the river spread and grew larger. The braves explored and found
that it was too long to measure. It would take days and days to find the
end; in fact, they doubted that there could be an end.

"One morning they discovered a smaller river that emptied into the one
they had named O-hi-o. That increased in length as well, but with their
canoes they could paddle a hundred miles. They also noticed a peculiar
thing about this smaller river. Whenever there came a thunder shower the
river would rise and become covered with whitecaps, and rush madly down
like a torrent until it seemed to fairly leap into the Ohio; and one
wise man--the wisest of the tribe--said:

"'Behold, it is little Mus-kin-gum. Can you not see how the storm
affects him? Was he not so in the flesh? Can you not see how he seeks
his mother's bosom for shelter?'

"And so the mystery was explained. From the date of the appearance of
the two rivers everything in that part of the country prospered. The
cattle were second to none. The fruit was the fairest and most luscious
fruit ever grown, while the crops--corn, buckwheat, oats, barley and
wheat--could not be excelled."

("Today the fisheries are the finest and the Grand Reservoir is the
largest body of artificial water in the world--equal in extent to all
others in the state. It is well for you to know that," said Kate,
interrupting the story).

"And whenever the Indians prayed to the Great Spirit they would thank
him for having sent O-hi-o as a voluntary sacrifice; and each starlight
night old Wa-chi-ta and his wife would search among the constellations
for their three loved ones. Then they, too, passed into the Happy
Hunting Grounds. But with many of the Western tribes the legend remains
until