"So the pale-faces call him; but he was never a Jew. 'Tis a
chief of the Senecas, thrown into the lake by the Great
Spirit, for his bad conduct. Whenever he tries to get upon
the land, the Spirit speaks to him from the caves below,
and he obeys."

"THAT must mean the 'Lake Gun?' "

"So the pale-faces call it. It is not strange that the names
of the red man and of the pale-faces should differ."

"The races are not the same, and each has its own
traditions. I wish to hear what the Senecas say about this
floating tree; but first have the goodness to point it out to
me."

The young Indian did as Fuller requested. Aided by the
keener vision of the red man, our traveler at length got a
glimpse of a distant speck on the water, which his
companion assured him was the object of their mutual
search. He himself had been looking for the "Jew" a week,
but had asked no assistance from others, relying on the
keenness of his sight and the accuracy of his traditions.
That very morning he had first discovered the speck on the
water, which he now pointed out to his companion.

"You think, then, that yonder object is the 'Wandering
Jew?' " asked Fuller.

"It is the Swimming Seneca. Five hundred winters has he