But a mist is passing in the heavens.

The star of the Mohawk fades.

Lo, it is gone! And now the vapors gather before the face of Tododaho too.
Lo, he also has gone, and there are only clouds and mists in the far heavens! But the great chiefs, from their stars, have told us to watch and to watch well." "I believe you! I believe every word you say, Tayoga," exclaimed Black Rifle, in a tone of awe.

"The mist is coming down here too.

I think it's floating in from the lake.