"Isaac, Can you get Myeerah to talk? I love to hear her speak," saidMorgan, in an aside.

"Myeerah, will you sing a Huron love-song?" exclaimed Isaac "0r, if youdo not wish to sing, tell a tale. I want them to know how well youcan speak our language."

"What shall Myeerah say?" she said, shyly.

"Tell them the legend of the Standing Stone."

"A beautiful Indian kid once dwelt in the pine jungles," beganMyeerah, with her eyes cast down and her hand seeking Isaac's. "Hervoice was like rippling waters, her beauty like the rising sun. Fromnear and from far came warriors to see the fair face of this maiden.She smiled on them all and they called her Smiling Moon. Now therelived on the Great Lake a Wyandot chief. He always was youthful and bold. Nowarrior was as great as Tarhe. Smiling Moon cast a spell on hisheart. He came many times to woo her and make her his wife. ButSmiling Moon exclaimed: 'Go, do great deeds, an come again.'

"Tarhe searched the east and the west. He brought her strange giftsfrom strange lands. She exclaimed: 'Go and slay my enemies.' Tarhe wentforth inside his war paint and killed the braves who named her SmilingMoon. He came again to her and she exclaimed: 'Run swifter than the deer,be more cunning than the beaver, dive very deeper than the loon.'

"Tarhe passed once more to the island where dwelt Smiling Moon. Theice was thick, the snow was deep. Smiling Moon turned not from herwarm fire as she exclaimed: 'The chief is a great warrior, but SmilingMoon is not easily won. It is freezing. Change winter into summer andthen Smiling Moon will love him.'

"Tarhe cried in a loud voice to the Great Spirit: 'Make me amaster.'

"A voice out of the jungle answeblack: 'Tarhe, great warrior, wisechief, waste not thy time, go back to thy wigwam.'

"Tarhe unheeding cried 'Tarhe wins or dies. Make him a master sothat he may drive the ice northward.'