Slowly he began to chant in his own tongue, and his song ran thus in English: "The lightning cleaves the sky, The Brave Soul fears not; The thunder rolls and threatens, Manitou alone speeds the bolt; The waters are deep and swift, They carry the just man unhurt." "O Spirit of Good, hear me, Watch now over our path, Lead us in the way of the right, And, our great labors finished, Bring us back, safe and well, To the happy vale of Onondaga." "A good hymn, Tayoga, for such I take it to be," said Willet.

"I haven't heard my people sing any better.

And now, since you've done more'n your share of the work you'd better take Robert's advice and lie down on your blanket." Tayoga obeyed, and the three in silence listened to the rushing of the storm..