esented as a man possessed of great
dimensions and mighty corporeal strength. Sometimes however he takes the
shape of a beast. Charlevoix says: "Almost all the Algonquin nations
have siren the name of the _Great Hare_ to the first spirit. Some call
him _Michabou_, _i.e._ God of the Waters; others _Atoacan_, the meaning of
which I do not know. The greatest part say that, being supported on the
waters with all his court, all composed of _four-footed creatures like
himself_, he formed the earth out of a grain of sand taken from the
bottom of the ocean, &c. Some speak of a God of the Waters, who opposed
the design of the _Great Hare_, or at least refused to favour it. _This
God is, according to some, the Great Tiger_." _Charlevoix_, ii, 107, 108.
And see tradition _supra_. The Hurons believe him to be the sun. _Ibid_.
The same author remarks (_page_ 109) that "the Gods of the savages have,
according to their notions, bodies and live much in the same manner as
we do," &c.

Carver says "the Indians appear to fashion to themselves corporeal
representations of their Gods, and believe them to be of a human form."
Wennebea, one of the Indian chiefs seen by Long in his expedition to the
source of St. Peter's River, thought the Great Spirit had a human form,
and wore a _white hat_. It surely cannot after this be held that the
"ideas of an Indian have _always_ a degree of sublimity."

I have never seen an Indian who believed the Supreme Being to have other
than a human form, or to be of less than Almighty power and dimensions.
An Indian, who was in the service of the Author during the entire period
between childhood and manhood, and used to delight and astonish him with
his sublime though most natural conceptions of Infinity and the Godhead,
always called him the Great Good Man. The "Prince of the power of the
air," he very appositely called the "Little Bad Man."

POMATARE, THE FLYING BEAVER.

Pomatare rose and said:--"Brothers, a very great while ago, the
ancestors of the Shawanos nation lived on the other side of the Great
Lake, halfway between the rising sun and the evening star. It was a land
of deep snows and much frost; of winds which whistled in the clear cold
nights, and storms which travelled from seas no eye could reach.
Sometimes the sun ceased to shine for moons together, and then he was
continually before our eyes for as many more. In the season of cold, the
waters were all locked up, and the snows overtopped