aloud, in a firm voice, and with a lofty manner—
"Go—I am a man, and I will enter the rock and fight the wicked one!"
Heyward had gladly obeyed, and was already past the little groupe, when these startling words arrested him.
"Is my brother mad!" he exclaimed; "is he cruel! He will meet the disease, and it will enter him; or he will drive out the disease, and it will chase his daughter into the woods. No—let my children wait without, and if the spirit appears, beat him down with clubs. He is cunning, and will bury himself in the mountain, therefore, when he sees how many are prepared to fight him."
This singular warning had the desired effect. Instead of entering the cavern, the father and husband drew their tomahawks, and posted themselves in readiness to deal their vengeance on the imaginary tormentor of their sick relative, while the women and children broke branches from the bushes, or seized fragments of the rock, with a similar intention. At this favourable
