A great cry of horror arose from the camp, but it was the sweetest note the young brave had ever heard.

The bird flew straight up into the sky until Lake and forest and mountains seemed small and dim.

When it reached a great height it would drop its prey into the Lake and let the current draw it to its nest.
Such was its custom, and for this the brave had prepared by unwinding from his waist a long buckskin cord and tying himself firmly to the ong's leg.

The clumsy feet could not grasp him so tightly as to prevent his movements.

At last the great feet opened wide, but the Indian did not fall.