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Without delay we once more rowed upstream, after the crew had succeeded in
turning the boat and steering against the current. With much exertion another mile
was made, at which point we halted at a suitable place. I scarcely recall having
spent a more magnificent evening in the New World than that which followed this
painfully lived-through day. The sun set in a most beautiful purple, and a gentle
east wind cooled the air so completely that even the mosquitoes had to give up
their restless activity.
Very early on the morning of June 11, a strong favoring wind rose, lasting several
hours and bringing us soon to the Big Manitou. Here we could see the end of a
chain of hills of the same name. A rock decorated with genuine Indian painting
throws a weak light on the crude conceptions of the idolatrous worship of the wild
aborigines. Here the Indians occasionally bring sacrifices to an evil being whom
they fear, and in outline the idol in symbolic form seems to assume the shape of
an animal. Judging from the effect which the weather has had on the coloring
material, it clearly pointed to a remote time, a time when this mass of stone served
the aborigines for the performance of their mystic worship. It even seemed to me
as if the painting had been frequently renewed, and the paint on several other bet-
ter preserved drawings was especially fresh and bright. With considerable skill
and proportion, they quite clearly represent battles and hunting expedition of the
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