e lifeless form of the maiden, he employed the
other to draw himself, by means of the protruding shrubs, over the
steep precipices. A sudden thought enabled him to baffle for a while
the grim pursuer. His foot, applied to a loose rock, launched it in a
tone of thunder upon the fiend, who was borne backward half the
distance of an arrow's flight by the ponderous mass. During the time
he was struggling to disengage himself from the weight that pinned him
to the earth, the lover had nearly won the farthest bound of the
Manitou's kingdom. And see, the purple and grey breaks out from the
east. It is day, and the power of the Manitou, as far as regards his
spiritual nature, is ended. Summon, O Moscharr, all your strength and
fleetness, and by one desperate effort escape his personal strength,
as the fortunate coming of the daylight's beam has placed you beyond
the reach of his supernatural power! Hurry on! hurry on! The kingdom
of the Manitou extends but to the lowest bubble of foam--it ends with
the last billow of the rapids--the goal is before you; it is scarce
half a bowshot from you--haste, and it is won. Hurry on! hurry on! the
moment you have reached the boundary of the fiend-kingdom, multitudes
of good spirits--friends to you, but deadly and implacable foes to
your enemy--will start up to assist you.

With the maiden on his arm, all wounded and bleeding, his own body
lacerated and torn, yet unyielding as ever, does the brave Moscharr
pursue his flight. But he feels as if the moment of death was near at
hand. Exhausted by his almost superhuman efforts to escape, he finds a
weakness and trembling stealing over his limbs, and he faints, and
falls with his lovely burthen to the earth, at the very moment of
victory and safety. The Manitou has reached him, and, with a
fiend-like laugh on his horrid face, bends exultingly forward to seize
his helpless victims. One hand he lays upon the tender arm of the
forest-flower, the other is in the hair of the lover. But, as he bends
forward, a sudden jerk of the Iroquois, occasioned by returning life,
draws him unwittingly over the line which marks the boundaries of his
kingdom and sway. In a moment--in a breath--ere the eye could have
winked, or the spirit thought--multitudes of bright beings start up
from each nook, and dell, and dingle--from field and flood. The deep
space, the rocks above them, below them, at their side, the air above
and around them, as far as the eye can reach, i