friends. The whole tribe then sang and shouted the glories
of their youthful queen, each one handing her some little token of
remembrance to their friends in the spirit world, and kissed her hand.
After a short time had been allowed her to receive the homage due an
earthly queen, two young Indian warriors came forward, one taking her by
the right hand and the other by the left, and led her to the shore of
the river, followed by twelve young Indian girls.

"Moored on the sandy shore above the Falls was a little white tiny boat,
just large enough for one person, loaded with ripe fruits and
fresh-blown roses. In this beautiful boat, surrounded by the odor of
ripe fruit and perfume of roses that wantoned in the surrounding air,
the young warrior placed her, put a paddle in their young queen's hand
just as the sun reached the meridian, and darted his rays from his
eternal quiver upon the waters of Niagara, and the young warriors cried
over the river, at the same time pushing the boat from the shore, when
the young queen applied the paddle with all her might and main, until
she reached the middle of the river above the Falls, every Indian, young
and old, shouting and singing the glories of their brave queen.

"The moment she reached the middle of the river she turned the bow of
her little boat towards the Falls, then applying the paddle with force
the boat shot down the rapid current with the speed of an arrow, whilst
two rainbows faintly spanned the boiling flood. Down, down among the
caverned rocks and foaming waters went the beautiful form, whilst her
guardian angels received her spirit and soared above the rainbow's arch,
up through the concave of the skies to life eternal.

"We tarried until the chariots of the sun rolled down the western sky.
The full moon in her diamond car rose, and threw her pale light over the
foaming waters of Niagara. The whole tribe then assembled on the high
rooks below the Falls, and the Indians declared by the Eternal that they
could see troops of fairies waltzing around their departed queen on the
glassy waters of the Falls, clothed in all the splendors of the rainbow,
chanting the glories of their queen. And here upon the rocky altar they
built their night-fires to light the spirit of their queen and her
guardian angels to the Elysian Fields of Paradise on the shores of life
eternal. And here we join the American poets in their majestic song of
time:

'Flow on forever, in thy glorious