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deadly foe; but before the French timbers quiver from that disas- trous shock, Kaktoogo has leaped into the water, as Caesar’s standard—bearer did on the coast of savage Britain a few centuries ago, and makes his way with all speed toward the land. Kaktoogo has every faculty alert, and, since he is a mighty powwow, no one but another demigod can kill him outright. He reached the shore and rushed upon the fort before either friends or foes had recovered from their astonishment, and,

“ Like valor’s minion carved out his passage”

as nobly as ever did Macbeth, or Samson, or any other warrior, nor did he pause till every man of them had paid the forfeit of his life.

So complete was the victory that their ancestral foes never sent another war-party into illegal/nuzge the Acadie, 0r Wholesome Place of the Micmacs. The bold Kaktoogo had at last “ made a realm,” but it cannot be said of him that he “reigned,” for more insidious foes than the Kennebecs or the more dreaded Mohawks were among them, and were gradually conquering them by blandishments that stole away the manhood of the nation. C'azrrem'miu-[za/s were roaming everywhere throughout the forest, bringing dangerous thunder-weapons and more dangerous fire—water; and Glooscap, the Magnificent One, was grieved as he marked the steady approach of what the pale—face calls “ Civilization.” The daring intruders soon visited the Son of Heaven at his home on that giant rock, Blomidon, around whose amethystine base “ The titles of Minas swirl;” and several attempts were made to capture the mighty Sakumow, that he too might be caged and sent home to France.

At last Glooscap was disgusted with the treachery of the for- eigners, and saddened by the weakness of his own people; so, by way of giving vent to his righteous indignation, he turned his kettle upside down, and transformed his two dogs into rocks, where they stand to-day, the guardians of Blomidon, still looking westward awaiting his return. Then the Great Snowy Owl retreated into the depths of the forest, where his mournful cry is often heard as he wails again and again: “ Koo-koo-skoo,«I am so sorry.” The lordly Glooscap sailed away to the land of the setting sun on Fundy’s