He fitted an arrow to his bow and shot it so that it stuck in the ground about a hundred yards away. Then, amid dead silence, he stuck a second arrow in the turf at the young man's feet, and, taking his daughter's hand, led her to where the first arrow had dropped. He shot a third arrow, this time high in the air, and it fell about twenty yards away from where the girl was standing. "Will you try to catch my bird?" he shouted to the bridegroom-elect; and of course received "yes" for an answer. "Then fly," and he shot his fourth arrow as a signal for the start. It was queer handicapping--a hundred yards start out of a hundred and twenty--but the girl had doubtless made up her mind beforehand. After hurrying off at full speed, in coquettish pretence of wishing to escape, she contrived to stumble, fell on her face, lay there till the happy man was within a yard or two of her, and allowed herself to be caught before she reached the goal. Of course, the ceremony was a survival from a time when an Indian girl received no other intimation of the wishes of the man who wanted her for his wife, and might reasonably wish to bestow her hand on some other suitor--in which case here was an escape for her; but the result of the race was received with as much applause as though everything had been real earnest. Immediately afterwards, everyone went into the church; the lovers stood at the altar, and the priest read the short betrothal office (_Fiançailles_) which had been introduced by the early French settlers. Games and dancing followed; not the genuine Indian dancing which Kohl had hoped to see, but a rough imitation of the French peasants' dance; and the day ended with a great feast in the assembly house. Kohl was obliged to proceed on his way in the morning, but he made many subsequent visits to this queer little community, and always found himself treated like an old friend. [Illustration: A NOVEL BRIDAL CEREMONY Among the Mohawks a suitor must pursue and capture his bride. She is given a start, and if her lover captures her before she reaches a certain point she becomes his wife, and to bring about this happy result she coquettishly trips, or gets exhausted.] CHAPTER XXIV CANADIAN LAKE AND RIVER INDIANS