The poet has rendered this prayer in the following words: [4] “Mighty, mighty, Ha-wen-ne-yu, Spirit, pure and mighty! hear us, We thine own Ho-de-no-sonne, wilt thou be for ever near us! Keep the sacred flame still burning! guide our chase, our planting [cherish. Make our warrior hearts yet taller! let our foes before us perish! Kindly watch our waving harvests! make each Sachem’s wisdom deeper! Of our old men! of our women, of our children be the keeper! Mighty Ha-wen-ne-yu, Spirit pure and mighty hear us! We thine own Ho-de-no-sonne, wilt thou be for ever near us! “Mighty, mighty, Ha-wen-ne-yu, thou dost, Spirit, purest, greatest, Love thine own Ho-de-no-sonne, thou as well their foemen hatest. Panther’s heart and eye of eagle, moose’s foot and fox’s cunning, Thou dost give our valiant people when the war path’s blood is [running! But the eye of owl in daylight, foot of turtle, heart of woman, Stupid brain of bear in winter, to our valiant people’s foemen; Mighty, holy, Hah-wen-ne-yu! Spirit pure and mighty! hear us. We thine own Ho-de-no-sonne, wilt thou be for ever near us! Yah-hah for ever near us! wilt thou be for ever near us!” If there was not an abundance of rain, so that the corn did not flourish after it was planted, they often called another council, and held another festival, to pray for rain. At this time they addressed Heno, the Thunderer, in whose power it was to form clouds, and give water to refresh the earth. He was to the Indian what Jupiter was to the Roman, and inspired him with the same terror. He could inflict great evil, and calamities were ascribed to his vengeance. He was subject, as were all the lesser spirits, to Ha-wen-ne-yu, but was yet very powerful. He is represented in the form of a man, in the costume of a warrior, with a feather upon his head, which, like the wand of the fairy, preserved him from the influence of the Evil-Minded, and procured him whatever he desired. On his back he carried a basket filled with stones, which he threw at witches and evil spirits, as he rode through the clouds. The Great Spirit was implored to take care of him, and at every festival thanks were rendered to Heno, and supplications made for his watchful goodness. They called themselves his Grandchildren; and if the earth was parched, and the plants were withering, they met and laid before him their distresses. “Heno, our Grandfather, now listen to the words of thy Grandchildren. We feel grieved. Our minds are sorely troubled. We fear our supporters will fail, and bring famine upon us. We ask our Grandfather to come and give us rain, that the earth may not dry up, and refuse to produce us support. Thy Grandchildren all send their salutations to their Grandfather.”