“This spirit!” gasped Ahdeek, and his fingers encircled the youth’s arm.
“Look up at chapel and wait,” he continued. “Nahma see ghost high on rock;” and then in silence the twain waited for the lightning.
The “Grand Chapel,” as the famous rock is now called, stood about fifty feet above the level of the lake, and its arched roof was supported by two gigantic and beautiful columns, which appear to have been hewn and placed there by skillful hands. The backward reach of the roof rests upon the main cliff, and within the chapel is the base of a broken column that is strongly suggestive of a pulpit. The roof was then, and still is, crowned with a growth of fir trees.
“Ahdeek sure see ghost in chapel. There! look.”
The lightning played about the great rock a second, and in that brief moment of time the Destroyer beheld the figure of a young girl standing against the “pulpit” in the chapel. The color and trimming of her close-fitting garments could not be distinguished; and her head was crowned with a white fox-cap, and her right hand clutched a rifle whose stock glittered like silver, and rested on the ground at her feet.
She seemed the queen of the storm as she stood above the waves which madly leaped up the base of the rock, eager, as it were, to grip and pull her down.
“The ghost, by heavens!” exclaimed the Destroyer. “Another flash—now!”
They looked again, and in the succeeding darkness clutched each others’ arms.
“Ahdeek, did you see—”
“Indians above the chapel!”