"It is the voice of the Great Spirit, forbidding See-wise to
fish," answered the Seneca. "For a time the demagogue
has all the talking to himself, but, sooner or later, the
voice of truth is heard, which is the voice of the Manitou.
But I must go nearer to the tree--ha! what has become of
it?"

Fuller looked, and, sure enough, the speck on the water
had vanished. This might have been by an unobserved
movement in a current; or it might have been owing to a
sudden variation in the light; certain it was, no tree could
now be seen. Fuller then proposed to use his boat, in
endeavoring to get nearer to the "Jew." The Seneca gave a
very cheerful assent, and, throwing his light summer
blanket, with an air of manly grace, over a shoulder, he
followed to the water-side.

"Most red men," resumed the young warrior, as he took
his place in the boat, "would see something marvelous in
this appearance and disappearance of the swimming
Seneca, and would hesitate about going any nearer to him;
but this is not my feeling--error is strengthened by
neglecting to look into truth. I hope yet to go near See-
wise."

Fuller hardly knew what to think of his companion's
credulity. At times he appeared to defer to the marvelous
and the traditions of his tribe; then, again, the lights of
education would seem to gleam upon the darkness of his