1 64 A SPORTSMAN'S EDEN. 



Round Tumisco's lodge the Indians are singing 

 a low, sad chaunt. Their chief, strong as the 

 bear, wise as the wolverine, is going out, whither 

 his father went, into the darkness and the silence. 

 By-and-by his sister, that wise woman Connue- 

 tatio, comes out from the lodge, and bids the war- 

 riors bring the Pinto mare, her brother's favourite 

 war-horse ; bids them tie her colt and set the 

 mare free, saddled and bridled with the chief's 

 war-saddle, and it shall be, if the mare travel up 

 the valley towards the sunrise, their chief shall 

 live ; but if towards the sunset, then shall 

 Tumisco surely die. Kiwas, the chief's friend, 

 leads the mare forth. For a moment she faces 

 the sunrise, and then slowly turns down the 

 valley and follows the darkness. 



The night wears on, and one comes riding 

 through the night, riding a steed whose breath 

 is like white smoke in the gloom. It is Scuse, 

 the mighty doctor, from Loo-loo-hoo-loo, the 

 hollow land ; Scuse, who chased the spirit of 

 the waters, thinking he chased a deer, until in a 

 valley like Eden, sweet with the scent of syringas, 

 and fresh with springing water and cool, deep 

 mosses, he came upon the great Gemmo-gemmo- 

 hesus, the friend of man, whose bat-like wings 

 perpetually fanned and beat the air, from whose 

 brow the broad antlers rose above a face like the 



