AN-PE-TU-SA-PA.



        'Mihihna ! Mihihna ! the Scarlet Leaf
        Has robbed my boy of his father's love;
        He sleeps in my arms-he will find no grief
        In the star-lit lodge in the land above.

        'Mihihna ! Mihihna ! my heart is stone;
        The light is gone from my longing eyes;
        The wounded loon in the lake alone
        Her death-song sings to the moon and dies."

  "Her friends, alarmed at her situation, ran to the
shore and begged her to paddle out of the current,
while her parents, in the agonies of despair, rending
their clothes and tearing out their hair, besought her to
come to their arms. But all to no purpose; her wretch-
edness was complete, and must terminate only with
her existence. She continued her course till she was
borne headlong down the roaring cataract, and instant-
ly dashed to pieces on the rocks below. No traces of
either herself and her children, or the boat were ever
found afterward. Her brothers, to be avenged of the
the untimely fate of their sister, embraced the first
opportunity and killed her husband, whom they con-
sidered the cause of her death, a custom sanctioned by
the usage of the Indians, from time immemorial."
  It is alleged that the spirit of An-pe-tu-sa-pa sits upon
the island below the Falls, at night, and pours forth
her sorrow in song; and it is also stated, with a consid-
erable degree of certainty, that there are parties wvho,
on moonlight evenings, can see the fated canoe, with
the unfortunate mother and her innocent children,
rushing swiftly along into the jaws of death.



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