nsumed them.--_Mackenzie's Journal of a Voyage, &c._ 4to.
London, 1801.

THE DAUGHTERS OF THE SUN.

In the southern part of the lands which were once occupied by the
Creeks, the Walkullas, and other tribes of Indians, lies the marsh
Ouaquaphenogan. On one side of it is the river Flint; on the other,
the Oakmulgee. This marsh is of very great extent, so great that it
takes several moons to travel around it. In the wet season, and when
the great rains of the southern sky are falling upon the earth, the
whole surface of this marsh appears a vast lake. It is interspersed
here and there with large islands and knolls of rich land, one of
which, the largest island, situated in the centre of the lake, the
present generation of Creeks represent to be a most blissful spot of
earth. They term this little island, also, Ouaquaphenogan, and relate
the following tradition of its discovery, which I will repeat to my
brother.

Once upon a time, many ages ago, there were four young hunters in the
nation of the Creeks, and these four young hunters upon the morning of
a beautiful day in summer took their hunting spears, and their bows
and arrows, and repaired to the forest. The hunting-ground to which
they directed their steps lay upon the skirt of this marsh. It was the
dry season of the year, and the surface of the lake was again a bog or
morass. The four hunters, finding a narrow and crooked path, leading
over the waste from the high grounds above the morass, determined,
with a view to ascertain if no kind of game dwelt upon it, to thread
this path for a short distance, but by no means to venture so far as
to lose sight of the beacons which should guide their feet back to
their village. They knew that very many hunters had been lost on this
marsh, that there were many who had lived to tell the story of their
bewilderment, and many who, never having returned from the chace,
could only be supposed to have been tempted to the fatal morass, and
perished in its mazes. Thus, armed with the knowledge of what had
happened to many, and was supposed to have happened to more, the
hunters ventured into the narrow and crooked path, which led to the
island Ouaquaphenogan, in the lake of the same name.

The four hunters had not walked far, when one of them said to another,
"Where are the hills which glitter in the morning sun, behind the
cabins of our fathers?" The other answered, "I see them not, nor do I
know which way they should be so