s filled with
beneficent spirits. "He is ours!" they shout; "he is ours! He has
passed from the region over which he had sway; he has left the
dominions and powers over which he held rule. He is ours! he is ours!
Not in vain did we leave our verdant bowers in the distant Lake of the
Thousand Islands, to hasten to the succour of the maiden flower of the
forest and her brave and faithful lover. It was the Great Spirit that
inspired us to come hither, that we might save from death, and what
were far worse, the beautiful betrothed of the valiant Moscharr. He is
ours! he is ours! the Manitou is ours! Now launch your light barks,
brothers--launch your light barks! The skiffs that brought us hither
must be moored in the calm bays of our dear island before the broad
sun looks over the tops of the eastern hills. But first we must punish
our ruthless foe. Let us inflict on him the fate he threatened to
inflict on the beauteous maiden--let us bind him and throw him down
these rugged rocks into the wave that rolls furiously below! He is
ours! he is ours!"

At once--at the conclusion of their song of triumph--a thousand bright
forms sprung upon the prostrate and powerless Manitou, and bound and
dragged him to the steep. And while again arose their wild but
melodious cry, "He is ours! he is ours!" they launched him into the
thundering torrent below, which swept his mangled and lifeless body
into utter oblivion.

When the destruction of the fiend was accomplished, the beautiful
spirit-bird, which, while the deed of his death was doing, sat eyeing
them intently from a broken crag above their heads, rose from its
perch, and, after dropping upon the pair, from his radiant wings,
showers of light as the tokens of the love of its Master for them,
soared back to the skies whence it came. The happy Moscharr and his
loved Mekaia then accompanied the friendly spirits, who had assisted
in the overthrow of the bad Manitou, to their home in the beautiful
Lake of the Thousand Islands. The pair were welcomed with songs and
rejoicings to the spirit shores, and loud were the revels, and
boisterous the mirth, of its little inhabitants. Triumphs were made
for them, mingled with rejoicings, at the downfall of their
long-feared and much hated foe. And when they had displayed their love
for the pair, by all the means within their power--dancing, feasting,
and kind speech--they dismissed them to their homes, with many
blessings upon their heads, and inv