52 OVER ON THE ISLAND stream. On the opposite shore stood his father's wigwam. Why, he argued swiftly, should he go all the way around, when he could cross this narrow stream in a few moments. "So he launched his frail canoe. Halfway across, strange rumblings arose. The creek became turbulent. Sunfells paddled for all he was worth for the opposite bank. Too late. The canoe upset and Sunfells perished beneath the waves. "Mineota and Kiotsaton were frantic with grief at the death of Sunfells. The father vowed vengeance. At daybreak he took his bow and arrows and hid in a hollow pine tree by the river bank. All morning he waited, but not until noon did the monsters issue forth. Then they lay down on the soft warm moss and fell asleep. Now was his chance. Carefully the chief took aim with his bow and arrow. Swiftly the arrow flew and wounded one of the water deities. Enraged, the monsters plunged back into the creek and disturbed the water so that it overflowed its banks and swept away everything within reach. "Kiotsaton and Mineota flee to high ground and watch the destructive stream. The camp and the chief's wife are gone, carried away by the flood. Kiotsaton is bowed with grief. But soon the kind and ever-faithful Glooscap comes speeding toward them. To appease the spirits, he told the father, fair Mineota must be given up. In vain the father pleaded that he should take Mineota's place. It is impossible. The Manitou has spoken. And Glooscap goes away. Still the father hesitates, and the flood rises higher and higher. Mineota has been sleeping during the visit of this faithful friend. Now she is awakened by her father's sobs. Sorrowfully he tells her of the sacrifice.