Now it grows stronger, and lo, Dagaeoga, there is another sign! Do you not notice it ?" "No, what is it ?" "The west wind that has served us so well is dying.

_Gaoh_, which in our language of the Hodenosaunee is the spirit of the winds, knows that we need it no more.

Surely the land is near because _Gaoh_ after being a benevolent spirit to us so long would not desert us at the last moment." "I think you must be right, Tayoga, because now I also notice the strong, keen perfume of the woods, and our west wind has sunk to almost nothing." "Nay, Dagaeoga, it is more than that.

It has died wholly.

_Gaoh_ tells us that having brought us so near the land we can now fend for ourselves." The air became absolutely still, the swell ceased, the surface of the lake became as smooth as glass, and, as if swept back by a mighty, unseen hand, the mists and vapors suddenly floated away toward the east.