The sun was already above the tree-tops when Running Fox finally
rejoined Spotted Deer at the river. They seated themselves on a fallen
tree, and Running Fox showed his trophies and described his encounter
with the bear. When Spotted Deer heard about the peculiar white patch on
the bear’s shoulder he suggested that it might have been caused by a
former arrow wound. Running Fox scoffed at the idea, however, and
insisted that the mark had been placed there by Getanittowit.
“Yes, I believe that must be the way of it,” Spotted Deer agreed,
finally.
Running Fox said that they must eat the heart of the bear to comply with
the instructions which he had received in his dream. They kindled a tiny
fire, and broiled the meat on a willow branch. Then, after Running Fox
had sung several medicine-songs to pacify the spirit of the bear, the
superstitious young warriors divided the precious trophy and ate it with
solemn ceremony.
“Now I will tell you something,” said Spotted Deer. “After you went away
I began to look around. I walked along beside the water. Pretty soon I
heard a loud noise. Then I came to a place where the water goes very
fast. It makes a great noise and jumps up and down. Yes, it looks very
mad. I do not like that place. I believe the Bad Water Spirits live
there. I have heard my father tell about them. He says that they are
very fierce, and are always fighting down there under the water. Yes,
that is what makes the commotion. My father has told me that when any
one falls into such a place he is broken against the rocks, and eaten by
those Bad Water Spirits.”
“Yes, that is so, I have heard about it,” declared Running Fox.
“Well, I stood there a long time watching that place,” continued Spotted
Deer. “Then I went ahead. Pretty soon I saw a long strip of woods out
there in the middle of the water. I heard many birds singing in the
trees, and I stopped to listen. Then I saw some big rocks sticking out
of the water. As I was looking at them I saw a very big fish jumping
along between the rocks and the woods. Pretty soon I saw another. My
eyes told me that it was Schawanammek, the great sturgeon. Well, I kept
watching and I saw many of those big fish passing along. Then I saw how
they came to be in that place. The water was very swift all around that
strip of land, but between the rocks and the woods it was not so bad.
Well, when I saw those big fish I wanted to spear some of them with my
arrows. I said, ‘Hi, I will swim out to that place and kill some of
those fish.’ Then I saw how swift the water was, and I heard the noise
of that bad place below. Well, I began to think about it. I said, ‘I
will wait until Running Fox comes back, and then we will talk about it.’
Now we will go and see it.”
“Yes, let us go,” proposed Running Fox, as his eyes lighted with
enthusiasm.
As the lads hurried along the river they soon heard the sullen roar of
the rapids, and their hearts bounded at the sound. Then they came upon
the long stretch of tossing white-caps, and they stopped and looked with
superstitious awe upon the wild tumult of the waters. It was a
terrifying spectacle. As Spotted Deer had said, the river appeared to
have been roused into a fury. It raged past in great surging waves that
crashed against the rocks and sent drenching showers of spray high into
the air. In the calmer reaches the water whirled down into seething
black pools which sucked down into their dismal depths whatever the
torrent tossed into them. The Delawares shuddered as they looked upon
them, for they seemed like doors to that weird underwater world where
the Bad Water Spirits were supposed to dwell.
“That is a bad place,” Banning Fox said, solemnly.
“Come, let us hurry away,” proposed Spotted Deer.
A short distance beyond the head of the rapids they came opposite the
wooded island which Spotted Deer had described. They had not watched it
many moments before they saw a great fish jump from the water between
the rocks and the shore.
“See, there is Schawanammek!” Spotted Deer cried, excitedly.
“Yes, I saw him,” replied Running Fox. “Look, there goes another.”
They watched several large sturgeon fight their way through the narrow
channel that separated the rocks from the island.
“Well, now you see how it is,” said Spotted Deer. “Do you feel strong
enough to swim out there and kill some of those fish?”
For some moments Running Fox continued to study the water in silence.
The river was smooth but swift at that spot, and the head of the rapids
was dangerously near. Their angry roar sounded an ominous warning, and
Running Fox hesitated. He realized that the adventure was filled with
peril, and wondered whether he ought to risk himself for the mere sport
of killing Schawanammek. It seemed foolhardy for one bound upon an
important mission to take unnecessary chances. However, as the great
fish continued to show themselves Running Fox began to waver. Then he
suddenly realized that Spotted Deer was awaiting his decision, and the
latter’s proposal instantly seemed like a challenge. Running Fox
believed that Spotted Deer might be testing his courage. The possibility
made him reckless. Under those circumstances he would have tried to
reach the island even though he knew that the attempt was certain to
cost him his life.
“Spotted Deer, I am going to swim out to that place, and kill some of
those fish,” declared Running Fox. “Will you go with me?”
“Yes, I will go,” Spotted Deer replied, quietly.
“It will be a hard thing to do,” Running Fox warned him. “That water is
very strong. It will carry us along very fast. We must go farther ahead,
before we start to swim. If we get to that place perhaps we cannot get
away again. I do not know how it will be. Well, I am going to do this
thing no matter how it comes out.”
They walked along the shore until they were several bow-shots above the
island. Then, after they had concealed their robes and moccasins in the
bushes, they tied their bows and arrow-cases on their backs and waded
into the water. As it reached their knees they began to feel its
strength, Each stride forward made it more difficult to remain upon
their feet. When they had waded in waist-deep they threw themselves
forward and began to swim.
Once started, the lads swam boldly toward the middle of the river. Each
stroke took them into swifter water, and they soon realized the
seriousness of their adventure. Still they had no thought of turning
back. The river swept them along at startling speed, and they swam
desperately to get in line with the island. As they neared it they were
dismayed to see great boulders directly ahead of them. They knew that
unless they could get beyond them they would be swept against them and
destroyed.
“Come, we must swim harder,” cried Running Fox.
They redoubled their efforts. Every moment was precious. Running Fox was
the stronger swimmer, and he began to fear for Spotted Deer who was
several bow-lengths behind him. However, Spotted Deer saw his peril, and
was struggling desperately to place himself beyond the path of the
boulders. At last his efforts were successful, and he followed Running
Fox to the head of the island. They found a shallow place where they
managed to get upon their feet and scramble safely to the shore.
“Hi, that was a hard fight,” panted Spotted Deer, as they sat down to
recover from their exertions.
“Spotted Deer, I see that we have done a foolish thing,” Running Fox
said, soberly.
“Are you thinking about those Bad Water Spirits?” inquired Spotted Deer,
as he looked toward the rapids.
“No, I am not thinking about those mysterious people, but I believe we
have got ourselves into a trap,” declared Running Fox. “It was a hard
fight to get to this place, but it will be harder to get away.”
The idea sobered them. For the moment they forgot all about
Schawanammek, the great sturgeon. As they watched the river sweeping
past them, and heard the angry challenge of the rapids, they suddenly
realized that they had placed themselves in a serious predicament.
“Well, we have come here to kill some of those big fish,” said Running
Fox, attempting to make light of the adventure.
“Yes, let us go and find them,” proposed Spotted Deer.
They moved carefully along the wooded shore of the island until they
reached the narrow channel between the island and the boulders. The
water was comparatively quiet at that place, and they were able to wade
out to a large flat-topped rock upon which they seated themselves to
watch for sturgeon. As they waited for the first big fish to appear they
cast many uneasy glances toward the rapids. They appeared uncomfortably
near the lower end of the island. The noise seemed much louder. The lads
wondered whether they had underestimated the distance between the island
and that long stretch of white-crested waves. Then a sturgeon entered
the narrow channel, and all else was forgotten.
“Hi, here comes Sehawanammek!” cried Spotted Deer, as he hastily
prepared his bow.
As the great fish swam past the rock Spotted Deer drove his arrow into
it. It floundered helplessly for a moment or so, and Running Fox also
sent an arrow into its body. Then, to the surprise of the excited young
Delawares, the sturgeon turned and flashed down the channel with the
current. A few moments afterward they saw it drifting helplessly into
the rapids.
“That is bad,” said Spotted Deer. “We have lost two good arrows, and
Schawanammek has fooled us.”
“Well, we have sent some good food to Gunammachk, the otter,” laughed
Running Fox.
It was some time before another sturgeon appeared, and that, too, would
have been swept away by the river if Running Fox had not jumped
recklessly into the water and seized it. Aided by Spotted Deer he
dragged it to the island, and pulled it into the bushes.
“Well, we have killed Schawanammek,” said Spotted Deer. “Now we must eat
some of his flesh. Then we will be able to swim through the bad places
like he does.”
“Yes, I believe it will be a good thing to do,” agreed Running Fox.
Having left their fire-sticks with their robes, the lads were compelled
to eat the fish raw. Then they began to think about leaving the island.
They had no desire to waste more arrows on such easy game.
“Now we must get away from here,” said Running Fox.
“I see that it will be a hard thing to do,” declared Spotted Deer. “I
believe I was very foolish to talk about coming here. Now I have got you
into a bad place. I do not like that.”
“Spotted Deer, I came here because I wanted to show you that I was not
afraid. It was a foolish thing to do. Perhaps those Bad Water Spirits
will kill us. Then our people will say, ‘Running Fox was not sharp
enough to escape from the Mohawks.’ I am sorry I came here.”
They walked to the head of the island, and looked longingly toward the
forest on the river bank. It seemed a long ways off, and the water
looked very swift. Their task was to reach the shore before the current
carried them into the rapids. They knew that to do that they would have
to swim even harder and faster than they swam to reach the island.
Running Fox believed that he might be equal to the task, but he had
grave misgivings about Spotted Deer. The latter, however, felt quite as
confident as Running Fox. Before they entered the water Running Fox sang
several of the medicine-songs which old Sky Dog had taught him for just
such emergencies. Then, having asked Getanittowit to help them, the lads
began their perilous battle with the river.
It was impossible to make any headway directly against the current, and
the lads swam at a sharp angle but with their faces turned up the river.
They had not gone far, however, before they saw that they were
exhausting themselves without gaining enough to make the effort worth
while. Then Running Fox turned and swam directly across the current. He
found himself sweeping rapidly down the river, and he had grave doubts
of reaching the shore before he drifted into the rapids. Each moment he
heard their angry roar growing louder in his ears, and it nerved him to
greater efforts. Calling upon Spotted Deer to increase his exertions
Running Fox began a furious fight against the current. Strive as he
might, however, he was unable to stay his mad flight down the river. The
rapids were now only half as far away as they were when he started, and
Running Fox began to lose heart. He had gone only a third of the
distance between the shore and the island and each bow-length he drifted
found him in rougher water. It suddenly dawned on him that it would be
impossible to escape the rapids. For a moment the thought overwhelmed
him, and he was on the point of surrendering. Then he heard a wild
despairing cry behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Spotted
Deer turning back toward the island. Running Fox knew at once that the
exhausted lad would never reach his goal. Twisting about he swam with
the current to intercept Spotted Deer in his wild plunge down the river.
“Come, Spotted Deer, show your courage!” cried Running Fox.
The challenge roused Spotted Deer to heroic efforts. He fought just long
enough to enable Running Fox to get in line with him, and then he ceased
struggling.
“Come, follow me!” shouted Running Fox. “Do not waste yourself. Let the
water carry you. Watch out for the bad places.”
A moment later they were sweeping toward the rapids. Running Fox picked
the route, and Spotted Deer tried to follow him. There was little chance
to swim. All they could do was to keep themselves afloat, and try to
dodge the rocks and whirlpools. It was a desperate chance, and the odds
were all against them. However, it was the only chance for life and
Running Fox had decided to take it. When they reached the head of the
rapids they shot forward into a stifling smother of white-caps. Then
they swirled down through the raging inferno of water at terrific speed.
Monster waves surged over them, huge boulders flashed by within
bow-length. Running Fox found it impossible to pick a route, and,
terrified and bewildered, he confined his efforts to keeping his head
above the surface and left the rest to chance. As for Spotted Deer, he
lost sight of his companion as soon as they entered the rapids, and he,
too, thought only of keeping from going down into the clutches of the
Bad Water Spirits. Gasping, choking and struggling, the unfortunate lads
were carried down the river. Once Running Fox crashed into a boulder,
but fortunately it was a glancing blow and he escaped with nothing more
serious than bruises. Spotted Deer drifted into one of the sucking black
pools, and in some miraculous manner was whirled around the edge and
thrown back into the current. There seemed no hope that either of the
swimmers would escape with his life.
Running Fox, however, finally reached the end of the rapids alive. When
he found himself afloat in calm water he could scarcely believe his good
fortune. His first thought was for Spotted Deer. He was nowhere in
sight. What had become of him? There seemed but one answer. He had been
pulled down by the Bad Water Spirits. Running Fox looked toward the
rapids, and his eyes glowed savagely. Then he saw something bobbing down
through the waves, and a great hope entered his heart.
“Fight, Spotted Deer! Fight! I am here to help you!” screamed Running
Fox, as he saw the form of his friend sweeping toward the end of the
rapids.
His words were useless, however, for Spotted Deer could not hear them.
As his limp body finally shot into the still water and sank from sight,
Running Fox dove after it and brought him to the surface. Then he swam
painfully to the shore with him, and placed him tenderly on the beach.
There was an ugly wound over his eye, and his limbs were bruised and
swollen. Running Fox himself was bloody and bruised, but he gave no
thought to his wounds. Bending frantically over his friend he worked
feverishly to expel the water from his lungs. He had seen his people
restore more than one unfortunate swimmer, and he had hopes of bringing
Spotted Deer back to life. However, his efforts seemed in vain and he
called hysterically upon Getanittowit for aid.
“O Getanittowit, see what the Bad Water Spirits have done,” he cried. “O
Getanittowit, take pity on me, and give me back my brother, Spotted
Deer. See, Getanittowit, he is sleeping. O Getanittowit, take pity on
him and wake him up.”
Then he worked with renewed energy. Still Spotted Deer showed no signs
of life. Running Fox was on the verge of collapse. He realized that he
would soon be unable to continue his efforts. The thought roused him.
Then, when he had given up hope, Spotted Deer sighed and opened his
eyes. He stared stupidly at Running Fox, and again lapsed into
unconsciousness. Still he was alive, and that was sufficient for Running
Fox. His strength returned, and he continued his exertions until Spotted
Deer regained consciousness. Then, as the latter smiled and whispered
his name, Running Fox fell exhausted beside him.