1 66 A SPORTSMAN'S EDEN. 



little the doctor's efforts fail, his breath grows 

 faster and more faint, the hand of the devil is at 

 his throat, he shrieks and falls in a swoon, 

 mastered. As he falls, Tumisco's strength fades, 

 he lies back in bed, and his eyes grow dim. 

 Anon the medicine-man rises from his swoon, 

 and confesses that he is vanquished. Tumisco 

 must die at sunset next day ; there is no more 

 hope. Connuetatio assents ; t there is no more 

 hope ; Tumisco dies at sunset.' 



So the young warriors are bidden to mount 

 and ride hard east, and west, and south, and 

 north, to bring in the guests to the funeral feast. 

 The warriors go out, and now the long day dawns, 

 and grows warm, and begins to grow old. It 

 is near sunset. Scuse has said Tumisco dies at 

 sunset. Connuetatio, his sister, has said it. The 

 sun is low down, and still the chief lives. It is 

 not meet to watch his last struggles. Throw a 

 buffalo robe over his head. Yet another and 

 another ! What, does he still breathe and 

 struggle ? Pile on, then, more rugs ! So ! Ah, 

 the sun is down. Lift the robes ! The chief 

 Tumisco is dead ! As the shades of evening 

 fall, the women cut off their long tresses and 

 blacken their faces, that their faces may reflect 

 the gloom of their hearts. From far and near, 

 guests come in to the funeral feast. Huge bon- 



