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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Indian Legends of Minnesota, by Various
+
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+Title: Indian Legends of Minnesota
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: Mrs. Cordenio A. Severance
+
+Release Date: June 14, 2008 [EBook #25794]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK INDIAN LEGENDS OF MINNESOTA ***
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+Produced by K. Nordquist, David Edwards, grythumn (harvested
+missing illustrations from Internet Archive), Diane Monico,
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+[Illustration: (cover)]
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+[Illustration: MINNEHAHA. (_Frontispiece._)]
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+
+
+INDIAN LEGENDS OF
+MINNESOTA
+
+
+COMPILED BY
+
+MRS. CORDENIO A. SEVERANCE
+
+
+"Then a darker, drearier vision
+Passed before me vague and cloudlike;
+I beheld our nation scattered,
+All forgetful of my council,
+Weakened, warring with each other:
+Saw the remnant of our people
+Sweeping westward, wild and woful,
+Like the cloud rack of a tempest,
+Like the withered leaves of Autumn!"
+
+
+D. D. MERRILL COMPANY
+
+NEW YORK AND SAINT PAUL
+
+
+
+
+COPYRIGHTED, 1893,
+
+D. D. MERRILL CO.
+
+
+
+
+Dedication,
+
+TO
+
+MRS. FRANCIS B. CLARKE
+
+AND
+
+MR. DELOS A. MONTFORT,
+
+UNDER WHOSE INSPIRATION AND THROUGH WHOSE
+
+ASSISTANCE THIS UNDERTAKING HAS BEEN
+
+MADE POSSIBLE, THIS VOLUME IS
+
+RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+                                                          PAGE
+
+THE LONE WAR-PATH. Elaine Goodale Eastman,                   9
+
+FOND HEARTS OF THE FOREST,                                  22
+
+ANPETUSAPA,                                                 32
+
+WINONA,                                                     48
+
+THE PEACE-PIPE QUARRY. Adelaide George Bennett,             77
+
+THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. Henry W. Longfellow,                  86
+
+HIAWATHA'S WOOING. Henry W. Longfellow,                     91
+
+THE RIVER-LAKE. E. L. Fales,                                95
+
+SONG OF A NADOWESSEE CHIEF. Sir E. L. Bulwer,               97
+
+"MAHNUSATIA." Fannie L. Stone,                              99
+
+THE DESCENDING STAR. Ida Sexton Searls,                    126
+
+THE TRAILING ARBUTUS. Adelaide George Bennett,             132
+
+NOPA. Ida Sexton Searls,                                   136
+
+THE SEA-GULL,                                              139
+
+SWEET WATER,                                               162
+
+DEATH OF WINONA. H. L. Gordon,                             171
+
+THE LEGEND OF THE MOCCASIN FLOWER. Ida Sexton Searls,      175
+
+NOTES,                                                     179
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+In presenting to the public this volume the compiler wishes to disown
+any attempt at a complete collection of Indian legends; both her
+knowledge of archæology, and the time allowed for the completion of
+the work are inadequate to such an achievement. She has attempted to
+gather the more noticeable legends already in verse in order to
+stimulate interest in the scenery and romance of her State. From its
+name--Minnesota--to its floral emblem--the moccasin flower--the State
+everywhere bears the impress of former occupation. About every lake,
+forest, and valley clings the aroma of romance in the form of name or
+legend of the vanished Red Man.
+
+The indistinct memory of his loves, wars, and adventures is growing
+rapidly fainter, until even the story-teller himself is confused as to
+the relation between event and locality. It has therefore seemed wise
+to link indissolubly scene and incident, that the poetry of those who
+have here lived and loved may not be completely displaced by the
+prosaic commerce of the white man.
+
+The compiler wishes also to express her thanks to the writers who have
+allowed their works to reappear in this volume: To Rev. E. D. Neill,
+D.D., for much valuable counsel, and to Houghton, Mifflin & Co., for
+permission to make extracts from Hiawatha.
+
+
+
+
+INDIAN LEGENDS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Lone War-Path.
+
+A STORY OF SIOUX AND BLACKFOOT.
+
+
+O'er a vast prairie stoops the sultry night;
+The moon in her broad kingdom wanders white;
+High hung in space, she swims the murky blue.
+Low lies yon village of the roaming Sioux--
+Its smoke-stained lodges, moving toward the west,
+By conquering Sleep invaded and possessed.
+
+All there, save one, own his benign command;
+Their chief has lately left this little band,
+And up the glittering path of spirits fled;
+Thus his young widow, not a twelvemonth wed,
+In yonder solitary tent conceals
+The aching hope, the trembling pangs she feels.
+
+How breathless is the night! None saw it rise--
+That black cloud stealing up the glassy skies--
+Till threatening murmurs, loud and louder grown,
+Burst from its swelling bosom, and the moon
+Slips into brief oblivion, while a glare
+As of far, flickering torches, seems to bear
+The challenge of the gods. Awake, awake!
+Make ready for the tempest, ere it break!
+Drive tent-pins deeper, stretch the covering tight--
+Hobble the ponies, scattering in affright
+Before the thunder-peals. When all is fast,
+Keep vigil, then, till the gods' wrath be past!
+
+A sudden fury sweeps the somber plain,
+In dizzy slant descends the sheeted rain;
+Sharp lightnings rend in twain the sable gloom,
+While, cannon-like, the unchained thunders boom!
+On this wild tumult of the angry skies
+No ear discerns a woman's thrilling cries;
+Yet, ere its sullen echoes die away
+In caverns where the mocking spirits play,
+Faint, but rejoicing, on a couch of skins,
+A new-made mother lays her lusty twins!
+
+The wise men of the tribe strange signs relate--
+This stormy birth portends a stormy fate--
+And since the warring heavens, that should affright,
+Called forth these daring boys on such a night,
+Their names must own the event that marked their birth--
+The elder, "As-he-walks-he-shakes-the-earth,"
+The younger twin, "Coming-his-voice-is-heard"--
+Thus saith the oracle.
+
+                          This mighty word
+Darkens the mother's heart with nameless dread,
+But casts no shadow on the unconscious head
+Of either sturdy twin. Their mutual play
+With joyous echoes fills the livelong day!
+From helpless infancy to boyhood grown,
+One brother never had been seen alone,
+Till sudden sorrow bowed the mother's pride--
+The elder sickened and untimely died.
+
+The gossips point to him that's left alone--
+"He, too, will die, for half himself is gone!"
+At first, distraught he seemed--unlike a child;
+He ate not, slept not, neither spoke nor smiled.
+Then sought the forest--wandered there alone
+For days--his tender mother frantic grown--
+Till he returned to her, and smiling, said,
+"My spirit meets and talks with him that's dead!"
+Thenceforth he seemed as one who, hand-in-hand,
+Walks with a brother in the spirit land.
+
+Among the Sioux, in those heroic days,
+When certain valor gained the meed of praise,
+The seasoned warrior, old and full of scars,
+Counted the hero of a hundred wars,
+Yet craving higher honor, went alone,
+On foot, to meet the enemy, and won
+(If he returned victorious), on that day
+A proud distinction.
+
+                Fancy her dismay,--
+The mother of a tender youth untried,--
+When he, the twin we know of, seeks her side
+And murmurs in her ear, who loves him so,--
+"Mother, my elder brother bids me go
+On a lone war-path." Knowing well 'twere vain
+To plead with him, her tears must fall like rain
+On 'broidered moccasins for those dear feet;
+His pouch, her choicest store of pounded meat
+Must fill before the dawn, which sends him forth
+On foot, alone, to pierce the savage north.
+
+
+(DAKOTA WAR SONG.)
+
+_I hear them coming who made thee weep![A]
+  Leap on thy father's steed
+  And urge him to his utmost speed,
+And rush to meet the warlike host,
+And meet them first, who hurt thee most.
+Strike one among ten thousand,
+  And make but one to bleed!
+So shall thy name be known,
+Through all the world be known,
+  If one is made to bleed!
+  Heh-eh-eh-eh! Heh!_
+
+Now to the journey gallantly addressed,
+(Still at his twin's mysterious behest),
+He kills a buck with branching horns, and takes
+The tongue and heart for food--then straightway makes
+A sacrifice to that stern deity--
+The thunder-god--who rules his destiny.
+On a fair, level spot, encompassed round
+With trees, he pins the carcass to the ground;
+Prays for success, his burning heart's desire,--
+Then sleeps beside the embers of his fire.
+
+How wearisome, how long the painful days
+That follow, as he treads by unknown ways
+A mazy wilderness, where lurk unseen
+All perils challenging his eye-sight keen.
+Yet on--with tattered shoes and blistering feet--
+To find the savage foe he longs to meet!
+At last, to wearied eyes that search in vain,
+The far-off meeting-place of sky and plain,
+A fleck of dazzling whiteness doth appear.
+The youth exclaims, "My enemy is near!"
+Toward that white gleam his cautious steps are bent,
+Surely some roving Blackfoot's lonely tent.
+
+Nearer and nearer creeps, with cat-like tread,
+The watchful Sioux. Above his lowered head
+The plumy grasses rear a swaying crest;
+His sinuous motion ripples the broad breast
+Of this ripe prairie, like a playful wind
+That leaves its shining, silver track behind.
+
+A tent of skins--that piercing eye saw true--
+Wondrously white and beautifully new;
+In all the colors known to savage art,
+A life-size figure with a blood-red heart
+Guards the low door. But who shall more divine,
+Since not a thread of smoke, nor sound, nor sign
+Of human presence makes the story clear,
+Save yonder dappled ponies grazing near?
+
+Crouched in deep grass the wily Indian lies,
+Ambitious that lone hunter to surprise--
+His gaze the wide horizon ranges low
+For the first glimpse of his returning foe;
+The painted lodge full many a glance doth win--
+Each moment may reveal who lurks within!
+
+At last it moves--that swinging oval door--
+At last she steps upon the prairie floor,
+Shading her dark eyes from the dazzling ray--
+A dusky princess, lovelier than the day!
+No matron, to her hidden foeman's sight,
+Has ever seemed so radiantly bright.
+Her dress is rich, in style unlike the Sioux.
+(These belles in doe-skin have their fashions, too!)
+
+On either shoulder lies a jetty braid;
+Her slender form, most delicately made,
+Her deep, black eyes and winsome features miss
+Naught of proportion. What a conquest this!
+To such an enemy who would not bow?
+Truly our warrior is a captive now!
+Vainly she gazes--turns and disappears,
+His beating heart our youthful hero hears!
+Rashly he thinks to follow and surprise
+This charming stranger--carry off the prize
+Before her lord's return. By impulse led,
+To the low door he stoops his stately head,
+Flings a last hurried glance to left and right,
+Then enters, and beholds this beauty bright
+Seated upon a pile of costly skins,
+Embroidering her hunter's moccasins!
+He stands abashed--she glances up to greet
+His hasty entrance with a smile so sweet,
+Then drops her lashes with such coquetry.
+Amazed, he thinks, "No mortal woman she,
+Who does not fear a stranger entering so!
+Rather some teasing fairy, or a doe
+In woman's form."
+Abruptly he exclaims
+"What are you--a Dakota?" As he names
+That warlike tribe, at last she starts, and shakes
+Her head; then with her slender fingers makes,
+Slowly, the signs all tribes of Indians know--
+"I do not speak your language."
+
+                                "Is it so?
+Where is your husband?" asks our hero young,
+In this same silent, yet most graphic tongue.
+"I am the daughter of a Blackfoot chief,
+Whose home is three days' journey north. In brief,
+My brother is a hunter. I am here
+To keep his lodge, while he pursues the deer."
+"Then I will leave you," he replies, "and when
+Your brother comes, I shall return again!"
+Thus saying, takes his leave; but, ere he goes,
+One longing, lingering, backward glance he throws,
+Which tells the maid how straight her arrow sped
+To pierce the heart of him she else must dread.
+
+
+(DAKOTA LOVE SONG.)
+
+_My heart is heavy--my heart is sore--
+  I heard you were going away!
+  I wept all night--I wept all day--
+I wept till I could weep no more
+  When I heard you were going away
+        Far, far away!
+  O my heart! O my poor heart!
+      Heh-eh-eh-eh! Ho-o-o!_
+
+Concealing in the grass his eagle plumes,
+The patient Sioux his lonely watch resumes.
+The reddening sun is low, when, far away,
+He sees a moving speck. With its last ray
+A handsome youth dismounts before the door.
+His sister, as the custom was of yore,
+Removes the body of the doe with speed,
+Unsaddles, waters, pickets out his steed,
+Leaving the wearied hunter to repose.
+A film of smoke, dissolving as it goes,
+Curls upward from the Blackfoot's lodge.
+
+                                    At last,
+The youthful pair have ended their repast,
+And reappear without, to taste the cool
+Of evening. All their sportive converse, full
+Of meaning gestures, doth right well supply
+Its story to their unseen watcher's eye,
+Who through the night his tireless vigil keeps,
+While, wrapt in dreams, the unconscious Blackfoot sleeps.
+
+At earliest dawn, in the chill morning gray,
+Again the youthful hunter rides away;
+And, when the sun mounts half way up the sky,
+Her lover meets the Blackfoot maiden's eye.
+Archly she greets him--"Laggard! why so late?
+He whom you seek is gone--he could not wait!"
+"But you--you told him not," the youth replies,
+"Of my first visit!" In each other's eyes
+They look and laugh; and in that laughter free
+Dissolves the ancient, tribal enmity!
+The wooing of an Indian is but brief.
+He tells his tale, "My father was a chief--
+These eighteen years in yonder heaven he dwells."
+The maiden's heart with awe and wonder swells
+On hearing that mysterious name and birth
+Which mark him as a being scarce of earth.
+Then, too, his gallant height and handsome face,
+Equipment strange, and bearing full of grace
+Ensnare her fancy.
+
+                        When the bold demand
+Comes from this hero for her heart and hand,
+In blush and smile her answer may be guessed;
+Yet, womanlike, she puts him to the test!
+"Ere I consent, you must return with me
+Unto my father's lodge. And first--but see
+This raw-hide trunk. I pray you, creep inside--"
+(All this by signs); "then you can safely hide!
+I dread my brother's anger, when he hears
+Our foeman asks me for a wife."
+
+                                  Such fears
+(Prettily figured, it may be), win with ease
+The youth's consent to any scheme you please;
+Danger, discomfort, ridicule--all three
+This gallant wooer scorns, and smilingly
+Consents to crowd his noble length of limb
+Within the narrow space allotted him.
+
+Captive he lies, and, all defenseless, hears
+The brother's late return. His jealous ears
+Miss no least accent in the voice of each,
+Yet glean so little from their foreign speech
+That, spite of passion (knowing woman's art),
+A spasm of dread contracts the hero's heart.
+Suppose, while thus in helpless case he lay,
+The maid his place of hiding should betray!
+Clutching with iron grasp his trusty gun,
+Scarce breathing, he awaits the morrow's sun.
+Meanwhile, she prattles of adventures gay--
+Tells how a handsome stranger called that day,
+Describes his splendid dress,--the arms he bore,
+Such as no Blackfoot ever saw before;
+But not a word her cunning lips let fall
+Of love and courtship as the sum of all!
+
+At daybreak forth again the hunter fares,
+But with his artful sister first prepares
+A fresh surprise. When scarcely out of sight,
+She hastens to relieve her captive knight;
+And while he gladly tastes the savory fare
+Which presently her willing hands prepare,
+Stretches his cramped limbs to the grateful sun,
+And drinks the favoring smiles so hardly won,
+A sudden shadow falls athwart his feet--
+At last the war-like Sioux and Blackfoot meet.
+
+Surely the boy his sister's secret guessed,
+Since only kindness dwells within his breast
+Toward his ancestral foe. By friendly signs,
+Each comely youth the other's thought divines;
+Then suddenly exclaims the dauntless Sioux,
+"Listen, my friend! I must return with you
+To ask and win this maiden for my wife!"
+"Return with us! not if you prize your life--"
+The startled Blackfoot answers. "You must know
+That all our tribe regard you as a foe;
+My sister's suitors are as many now
+As yonder leaves that twinkle on the bough.
+Should a Dakota venture such a plea,
+Our jealous youth would slay him instantly!"
+
+The youthful warrior merely smiles, and lays
+His hand upon his gun, as one who says
+"I can defend myself!" "Do you so prize
+This thing?" demands the other in surprise.
+"Set up a mark, and you shall shortly see
+What sort of weapon 'tis I bear with me!"
+"Take my white pony!" "No," his friend replies,
+"Set up a willow wand."
+
+                                The bullet flies
+Straight to its mark, and cleaves the target quite,
+While youth and maiden, starting in affright,
+Believe some heavenly wight this deed hath done--
+Doubtless the thunder's veritable son!
+Convinced at last, the Blackfoot yields assent,
+And leads the stranger to his father's tent.
+
+On the third evening, as the shadows fall,
+The hospitable chief receives them all
+In his great lodge, and listens to their tale
+Of the brave Sioux, whose weapon cannot fail,
+But, like the thunder, with mysterious roar,
+Strikes enemies unseen. Well pleased before
+With this fair stranger-youth's ingenuous face,
+He bids him welcome with a courtly grace,
+And on the morn proclaims to all his band
+This warrior shall receive his daughter's hand.
+The fiery Blackfeet, when this word they know,
+Dart glances of dire hatred at their foe;
+But, hold! the criers once again appear--
+"This foreign bridegroom hath a magic here!
+Weapon like his no Blackfoot ever saw!
+Bring forth a mark and then prepare with awe
+To witness its destruction!"
+
+                                  Scoffingly
+Each brave presents his finest horse, while he
+Accepts of one, and fires before them all.
+Ah, pity! see the noble creature fall!
+Hear its death-scream!
+
+            Some trembled, others fled,
+But all declared so fair a maid should wed
+No less a brave than this. All cavil ceased;
+And now began with joy the marriage feast.
+
+
+(LOVE SONG.)
+
+    _One day you will remember me--
+        One day--one day!
+    You will at last remember me,
+              And say,
+"I was so dear to her--so dear to her!"
+            Yeh-eh-eh-eh--;
+      You will remember me
+              One day!
+            Yeh-eh-eh-eh--!_
+
+When the young hero carried home his bride,
+He rode a pacing pony at her side;
+Twelve others followed--costly loads they bore,
+Rich robes and gifts--the Blackfoot maiden's dower.
+On a lone war-path finding such a fate,
+His triumph all the village celebrate;
+Peace is declared between the tribes; and soon--
+Before the waxing of another moon--
+Guns, knives and blankets, prized past all belief,
+Are sent as presents to the Blackfoot chief.
+
+Such is the tale by Indian camp-fires told--
+The old, old story that grows never old!
+
+                ELAINE GOODALE EASTMAN.
+
+
+[Footnote A: _I. e._, who slew thy father.]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Fond Hearts of the Forest.
+
+A LEGEND OF FOUNTAIN CAVE, NEAR ST. PAUL.
+
+
+The hazy gloaming gathers round,
+The silence mellows every sound,
+The gentle wind, through foliage nigh,
+Begins to breathe its plaintive sigh;
+While o'er the hill creeps silver light,
+Where calm and chaste the queen of night,
+Awaking from her daily trance,
+Doth charm all nature with her glance.
+Her virgin train sweeps down the glade,
+Kissing the cavern's mouth of shade;
+She smiles upon the singing brook,
+With sparkles filling every nook
+That lurks about its dimpled face,
+Giving its deepest shadows grace,
+And breathing on its grassy mane
+A gloss it ne'er can hope to gain
+Beneath the sun's more kingly ray.
+Weirdly the purling waters play
+In her embrace; then break away
+To vanish under bending boughs,
+But giving voice to gurgling vows
+
+[Illustration: FOUNTAIN CAVE.]
+
+Of future tryst, of love again
+Where meet the river banks and glen.
+The moonlight vaults beyond the trees
+To gain the river side, and sees
+A dusky maiden sitting there,
+Who twines her lovely raven hair,
+And frequent lifts her melting eyes
+To where the flashing ripple flies
+Across the bosom of that glass
+Where dancing stars nocturnal pass.
+A princess of the wildwood she,
+And graceful as the deer that flee
+Till stricken by the light-winged shaft
+So deadly from the hunter's craft.
+The river sings beneath her feet;
+It finds an echo in the sweet
+And tender thought that throbs behind
+The starry curtains of her mind.
+And when the thrills that sweep her heart
+Now from her tongue in music start,
+The wavelets beating on the strand,
+The murmuring leaves by zephyrs fanned,
+The minor rhythms that wake the bowers
+Of this fair glen when evening lowers,
+And warbling birds' melodious throng,
+All mingle with her low love song.
+Her voice is all that's wild and sweet,
+And slow must be that warrior's feet
+Who would not speed with all his heart
+To see her red lips meet and part.
+Love moves her with his golden sway--
+A young and stalwart Chippewa
+Has gained her heart, and kindred ties
+And tribal feuds her love defies.
+What cares she that her people hate
+And his give back without abate?
+What cares she that he is not Sioux?
+If he but keep his promise true!
+She sings an old song, passion-laden
+By many a dead Dahkota maiden:
+
+_O where is my lodge--my love?
+  O where is the lord of my breast?
+Reveal me, Great Spirit above,
+  The arms where my passion may rest!
+
+Brave warriors are thick as the leaves
+  That follow the wind in the fall;
+Each maiden may think she receives
+  The smile of the noblest of all;
+
+But I know a chief who can slay
+  The panther and bear with his hand,--
+As warm and as proud as the day,
+  And braver than all in his band.
+
+In his sinewy arms I shall rest,
+  And hear his voice call me "sweet dove!"
+O he is the lord of my breast!
+  With him is my lodge and my love!_
+
+She stops! She turns with sudden start,
+With troubled eyes and beating heart,
+To the frowning bluffs, where warlike cries
+And sound of savage revel rise.
+The warriors of her tribe are there,
+All dancing in the firelight glare.
+Their spears with reeking scalps are clad,
+Their thoughts are blood, their brains are mad;
+Each yelling brave now only knows
+Fierce hatred for his ancient foes.
+They boast of all their deeds of might,
+Of secret slaughter, deadly fight,
+And woe to him who comes to meet
+The lonely maid, Wenonah sweet,
+If they his paddle's dip shall hear
+Or after learn his presence near.
+When their wild revel, to her fright,
+Rose wilder with the fall of night,
+She stole away and gained this place
+To see again her lover's face.
+She gazes on the distant shore,
+But all is quiet as before.
+Again she sings, her flute-like tones
+So low that were the very stones
+On which she rests her feet possessed
+With sense to hear, what she confessed
+In tuneful cadence would be lost
+To them, for well she knows the cost
+For him who loves her, if her thought
+Be told aloud, and so there naught
+Breaks on the air but melody.
+If sung in words, her song would be:
+
+_My love is strong, my love is brave,
+  His heart is warm and true;
+He soon will come across the wave
+  And bear me in his light canoe,
+To be his queen and slave._
+
+_To me he bowed his eagle plume,
+  He tamed his eagle eye,
+And vowed his love would life consume
+  If I refused with him to fly,
+His teepee to illume.
+
+O come, my chief! I watch--I wait!
+  I give up all for thee;
+If thou wilt have an alien mate,
+  Wenonah longs that one to be,
+That she may share thy fate.
+
+Come quickly, love, but make no sound,
+  My people are thy foes,
+If thou shouldst here by them be found
+  A warrior's death thy life would close,
+Thy soul be skyward bound.
+
+What then would poor Wenonah do
+  If she were left alone?
+She scarce would see the hand that slew
+  Ere she would raise her death-chant tone,
+And with thee perish too!_
+
+She scans the echoing cliff once more,
+Then turns to view the farther shore,
+And bending low she strives to hear
+Some sound to tell her he is near.
+O'er all there seems to fall a hush
+As tender as her cheek's warm blush.
+So firmly rooted to the spot--
+As if she had all things forgot--
+She looks like some wild, charm-bound elf,
+As lifeless as the moon itself.
+But no! the parted lip and eye
+Of flashing fire such thoughts belie,
+And well and eloquent avow
+The soul beneath that rigid brow.
+O virgin heart! O passion bright!
+That fills a glance with beauty's light.
+O Wenijishid, happy thou,
+Who surely will not tarry now!
+A moment thus--then up she springs,
+And now the song she softly sings
+Floats o'er the water from her lip
+To meet the constant, noiseless dip
+Of Wenijishid's paddle blade.
+How swift to greet the faithful maid
+He comes! She waits, 'tween joy and fear,
+While on he glides, each stroke more near.
+Love gives him more than wonted strength,
+And on the beach he leaps at length.
+With trembling joy, with artless grace,
+She springs into his glad embrace.
+Within her brave young hero's arms
+Forgot are all her past alarms.
+One rapturous kiss with quick impress,--
+His burning hands her locks caress,--
+And then they gaze, at love's sweet will,
+Eye into eye with answering thrill!
+"Wenonah, darling, since we met,
+Not once could I that smile forget
+Which told me (more than words could tell)
+The hopes that made this bosom swell
+Were fair in our great Spirit's sight.
+He, ere another moon's swift flight,
+Shall bid me take thee to my home
+And joy in thee, no more to roam."
+Her trustful voice is low and clear,
+And sweetest music in his ear:
+"No chief is braver, none more bold
+Than he whose neck my arms enfold.
+He dares the light the moonbeams make
+And danger courts for my poor sake.
+Hark! Wenijishid, hearest thou not
+Those yells of warning? Though this spot
+Rests now beneath a peaceful spell,
+How long 'twill so we cannot tell.
+Thy heart is big, and like a rock
+Will meet the blood-storm's awful shock;
+But I am weaker--and I fear
+For thee each moment thou art here.
+Behold how now the moonlight meets
+And with a kiss each ripple greets;
+Wenonah's heart, o'erflowed with bliss,
+Is wholly thine, and thine her kiss."
+The radiance mingled with the shade--
+The murmur low by night winds made--
+The rune, harmonious and complete,
+Of wavelets in their ceaseless beat--
+The fragrance given of sleeping flower--
+The brooding hush that fits the hour,--
+With this fair scene all these are met
+To make the scene more lovely yet.
+Wenonah's kiss would all confess,
+It gives to beauty holiness;
+The moments passing seem to be
+Endowed with all eternity,
+And in this lonely spot, love found
+Brings the whole universe in bound!
+But, hark! what sound the breezes bear
+Turning her gladness to despair?
+Wenonah trembles like a reed,
+With hunted look she turns to plead:
+"O Wenijishid, leave me, quick!
+For dangers gather round thee thick.
+We are discovered, and thy death
+May hang upon each wasted breath.
+Fly for thy life! Too late! too late!
+Together we must meet our fate."
+He smiles, and there with dauntless front
+Would meet the coming foemen's brunt;
+But she who will not leave his side
+Bears in her hand his warrior pride,
+And hopes of joyous life with her
+Are sweeter than the battle's stir.
+His war-whoop's taunt rings through the glen,
+While answering come the cries of ten.
+Wenonah clasps his brawny arm,
+And lest his love might come to harm
+He turns to where his birchen boat
+Seems chafing to be set afloat;
+And, ere their foes have gained the strand,
+The light canoe beneath his hand
+Leaps off before a foaming track.
+He flings a yell of triumph back,
+And grimly smiles as on he flies
+To hear their disappointed cries;
+Yet lest they may too soon pursue,
+He urges on the flight anew.
+He plies the paddle with a will,
+They skim the waves,--but swifter still
+A vengeful arrow cleaves the air,
+To sink between his shoulders bare.
+The shock is cruel, and the blade
+Falls from his hand; his powers all fade
+Like thought, and plunging on his face,
+Deathlike he lies. Now to his place
+Wenonah springs; with bloodless lip,
+With gleaming eye and nervous grip,
+She works the paddle with a force
+Of which but love could be the source.
+Beyond the range of bow, she flings
+The blade aside and fiercely brings
+Her wounded hero to her breast.
+Now sadly called, now wildly pressed,
+He breathes at last a feeble sigh,
+And, feeling sure he will not die,
+She labors strongly, full of hope
+And nerved with any fate to cope.
+She gains the shore, and stoutly bears
+Her chief through brush and wild beast lairs.
+All through the night she speeds her flight.
+To where his people's fires burn bright.
+When friendly, helping hands are found,
+And she has given him to their care,
+She sinks upon the leafy ground,
+Panting like a hunted hare.
+Her faithful powers have filled their task,
+Their sacred trust no more need ask,
+And now the goal is gained, they bind
+Oblivion's charm around her mind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Young life is pliant, love will give
+A mighty motive still to live.
+And when he wakes, with deep surprise
+He meets the dark and glorious eyes
+Of dear Wenonah on him bent
+In passion's hope absorbed, content.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Since this took place it is not known
+How many changing moons have flown;
+Yet still, when Luna's rapiers bright
+Pierce through the tenuous robe of Night,
+And shining on the stilly shore
+Create again that scene of yore,
+Wenonah and her lover true
+Pass over in their white canoe;
+Their spirit forms unshadowed glide
+Across the rapid, glistening tide.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Anpetusapa.
+
+A LEGEND OF ST. ANTHONY FALLS.
+
+
+'Tis autumn, and the breezes lift
+Their melancholy tones;
+'Tis evening: through each passing rift
+The stars, like precious stones
+In lustrous beauty (clouded soon),
+Sweet incense to the sight,
+Attend their white-robed mistress moon,
+Queen of romantic night.
+Anon, as the cloud hosts fly
+Before the wind across the sky,
+The court of the queen is suddenly seen,
+With its pomp sublime and array
+Of sparkling and glittering sheen,
+More lovely than the light of day,
+More glorious than the twilight gleam
+That mingles with the sun's last beam
+Where the waves of ocean play.
+
+By the river's bank a wandering band
+Have reared their teepee walls,
+Here where the warriors all may stand
+And view the mighty falls.
+The ivory moon is mounting high,
+The lodge fires flicker low,
+And slumbering forms are visible by
+The embers' last faint glow,
+When lightly steps a youthful brave
+Out from the forest ways
+Into the star-roofed nave,
+Out from the shadowing trees
+(Leaves fluttering slow in the slow night breeze)
+Into the broad, revealing rays,
+Into the silvery glow.
+With step as buoyant as the air
+He glides above the glistening sward;
+The largest, whitest teepee there
+Doth seem to center his regard,
+For there his unmarked path doth end,
+And there his burning glances send
+Their passionate lightnings, wild, yet all
+Made reverent by the spot on which they fall.
+This lodge doth tower
+Above the poles on every hand
+Like some strange chieftain o'er his band.
+Why comes he at this hour?
+Hath dark revenge a purpose here?
+Shall bloody strife appear
+On such a scene? Ah, no! the power
+That spurs him hath a softer spell;
+For here the tribe's most cherished flower,
+The daughter of the chief, doth dwell.
+
+His deep, rich voice floats down the glade,
+In soft, unwonted tones
+Like gentle winds through pine-tree cones;
+He sings the Warrior's Serenade;
+While at the end of every strain--
+With more effect his cause to plead--
+He plays a wild and shrill refrain
+Upon a flute of rude-cut reed.
+
+_Lonely warbling bird of night!
+  Leave thy bough and perch above
+The silent, dewy folds of white
+  That screen my sleeping love.
+Drink the moonlight rays that fall
+  Pure and mellow, like the beams
+Of starry eyes beyond my call,
+  Far in the land of dreams.
+Tell her I am brave and strong;
+Tell her I have loved her long;
+  Singing softly, like a dove,
+  Tell her all you know of love
+I cannot tell in song.
+
+Tell her I am waiting here
+  At the threshold of her bower;
+Winds are lifting far and near
+  The sweets of every flower,
+All the stars are out in state,
+  Music breathes in every stir,
+All of nature seems to wait
+  For a glimpse of her.
+Tell her I am brave and strong;
+Tell her I have loved her long;
+  Singing softly like a dove,
+  Tell her all you know of love
+I cannot tell in song._
+
+Is it the wind that swings apart
+The deerskin door from the lodge away?
+Is it a sudden leap of his heart
+That makes too vivid fancy play?
+Or is it a nut-brown arm that holds
+The trembling folds,
+And are those liquid eyes that shine
+Like diamonds fine?
+Sing on, sing on, bold youth,
+And hope shall lead thee to the truth!
+
+_She is lovelier than the sky,
+  Sweeter than the freshest bud,
+I can no longer wait and sigh
+  Here in the moonlight flood;
+All my heart is at her feet,
+  All my strength at her behest;
+O sing, and bid her come to greet
+  The one who loves her best!
+Tell her I am brave and strong;
+Tell her I have loved her long;
+  Singing softly, like a dove,
+  Tell her all you know of love
+I cannot tell in song._
+
+His manly voice entreating calls
+As softly as the dewdrop falls.
+He ceases, and the night winds hush
+As if they too had waited long;
+The organ river's chanting rush
+Seems but an echo of his song.
+And shall he wait and plead in vain?
+Ah, no! love is not always pain;
+For see, the folds are drawn aside,
+And dimly there may be descried
+A shadowy form of shadowy grace,
+That halts while still in gloom arrayed,
+With eyes that light the tawny face
+And tresses darker than the shade.
+
+O spell of song! O power and thrill
+Of love! O dream that sways
+The blood of youth, that feels no chill
+Till love betrays!
+
+O hark! ye sprites that haunt this time,--
+This quiet moon-lit hour,
+When Cupid weaves, in every clime,
+His web of subtlest power,--
+O, can ye hear, and not rejoice,
+The music of a maiden's voice?
+
+"Anpetusapa's glance would meet
+The night bird that can sing so sweet."
+With what a bounding stride he goes!
+With what a light his dark eye glows!
+With what a look he seeks to fire
+Those gentle eyes with his desire!
+
+"O multiply what voice reveals;
+The bird can sing not half it feels!
+Too deep, too deep, to tell in words,
+And even too sweet for song of birds,
+Is passion like this heart of mine
+Doth feel for thine!"
+
+She lightly steps into the light,
+She gently lifts her gentle eyes,
+She flies not, though her heart takes flight
+And soars without disguise.
+
+"I know thee; thou art strong and tall,
+Thy fearless deeds are known to all.
+O may this eve be not more fair
+Than life to thee, is all my prayer."
+
+His mighty sinews, sternly trained,
+Are now with manly grace restrained,
+And the fortunate touch of a fairy's wand
+Far ruder would seem than the touch of his hand;
+And the light of his eye like a streamlet doth flow
+Where passion and tenderness mingle and flash
+On the dancing ripples, whose murmuring low
+From his lips seem to dash
+A faithful, harmonious echo:
+
+"Of happiness all my life will tell
+If thou in my lodge doth dwell.
+Oh! couldst thou but know
+The new, the glad, the tender glow
+That warms my heart, so fiercely brave
+When breasting battle's fiercest wave--
+Couldst thou but feel it pulse and bound
+Whene'er my ear is charmed to hear
+Thy gentle tongue's melodious sound--
+Couldst thou but see how these fond eyes
+Rejoice to look upon thy face
+When like a dream before them rise
+Thy matchless form and wondrous grace--
+How deeply, thirstily they drink
+Thy dew-bright eyes, whose flashing glance
+Doth like a luring firefly dance
+(Along an island's shadowy brink
+Where rippling waters, restless waters,
+Sing their low, unchanging song
+Upon the pebbles all night long).
+Thou art a flower whose smile hath made
+A sunbeam pierce the forest shade;
+Thou art a rose that fragrant grows
+To beautify the darksome glade
+And sweeten every breeze that blows.
+Anpetusapa! wilt thou give
+The promise that shall make me live
+As I have never lived before?
+I love thee, and the powers divine
+Shall teach thy heart to pulse with mine,
+And bless our union evermore
+While moons shall pass or starlight shine."
+
+The guardian bosom of her lover
+Serves well her modest blush to cover;
+Her willowy arms about him twine
+As closely as the greenwood vine
+Doth hang upon the towering oak,
+That holds it safe from every stroke
+And proudly shelters the delicate form
+From all the buffets of the storm.
+The moon and every heavenly gem
+Now seem to shine alone for them.
+
+O Time! why must thou speed away?
+For knowest thou not that present joy
+Bears no increase for such as they,
+For whom all change must bring alloy?
+And thou, young Love! canst thou not make
+A lonely Eden for their sake?
+'Tis better that but two should find
+Gladness of heart and peace of mind,
+Than all the greater sum of life--
+With burning hearts that fates unbind
+And crowding thoughts that gender strife.
+But no, the gift of life is one
+Of strangest form, of blended tints
+And crossing lines, with mingled hints
+Of glory from an unseen sun;
+And shades that hourly darker grow
+For those who seek that sun to know;--
+And they must take the whole or none.
+So they must wake to memory
+Of other things, so they must be
+Reminded of the powers that hold
+Their future lives, to rule and mold.
+
+"Anpetusapa need not name
+The glory of her father's fame;
+He is a mighty chief, and none
+Too quickly will he choose a son."
+
+"O fear not, my blossom,
+  For he shall not see
+The flower of his bosom
+  Mismated with me.
+Where war-whoops are sounding
+  Their blood-stirring call,
+There I shall go bounding
+  The foremost of all.
+When foemen shall fly me
+  And chiefs call me brave,
+He will not deny me
+  The boon I shall crave."
+
+"Yes, thou art brave for one so young;
+This voice of mine thy feats hath sung
+When from the war-path thou returned
+On which thy first renown was earned.
+If my poor love can make thy bliss,
+My service give the happier life,
+All hope shall dwell in one kind kiss
+For thine eternal-loving wife."
+
+"O blessed promise! future bright!
+This feeble tongue of mine can never
+Reveal how dear thou art to-night,
+How cherished thou shalt be forever!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The chief approved the suitor bold,
+And for rich goods his daughter sold.
+She thought not of the trade, but went
+To her young lord with true content,
+And while she dreamed of joy to come
+Her heart was full, her lips were dumb;
+And day by day her task was wrought,
+Each hour with self-denial fraught;
+His wants were met, his lodge was trim,
+Her patient thoughts were all for him.
+The powers divine did seem to bless
+The promise of his wild caress;
+And so the happy moons flew by,
+Till new refulgence filled her sky
+When there appeared a baby boy,
+Whose laugh o'erflowed her cup of joy;
+For this must prove, she could but feel,
+A bond between them strong as steel.
+
+Alas, thou too confiding wife,
+What clouds were gathering o'er thy life!
+For vanity alone will stay
+With human nature to the last;
+Each happy day will slip away
+Into the valleys of the past,
+Returning but a ghostly thing
+When the spirit drinks at Memory's spring.
+
+Why did he vow to cherish ever?
+Or why allow his heart to change?
+What maid was she who came to sever
+Thy love and thee? What magic strange
+Had she to work her strange endeavor?
+What mind shall solve the mystery
+Of loves that come and loves that flee?
+Why should Anpetusapa give
+Her heart's whole life, her richest treasure,
+To one whose boasted flame could live
+Through but a dozen moons' small measure;
+Whose passion was for selfish pleasure?
+
+Yet so it was; another came
+Her heart to cloud, her place to claim.
+Her lodge became another's nest;
+The first wife, she was second now;
+'Neath custom's yoke compelled to bow
+And see her rival fondly pressed.
+The death gloom settled on her brow,
+Day brought no sun, the night no rest.
+The beam of sadness lit her eye,
+And memories that could never die
+Until her body, void of breath,
+Became the precious spoil of Death.
+Morn after morn beheld her still
+Slow sinking, like a mountain rill
+Whose fountain-head, once bubbling bright,
+Hath dried away, and left the white
+And pulseless sand to mark where long
+Began the sparkle and the song.
+
+One joy alone was left to bring
+The heart-swept thrill of other days,
+When to her baby she would sing
+Her lullaby of love and praise;
+And this, even this, renewed the thought
+Of joyous hopes that came to naught.
+Betrayed by faith, yet faithful to the last,
+She murmured not; but patiently she passed
+Each day in kindly service, given
+As if her heart were all unriven,
+Until at length heroic strength
+Could bear no more.
+
+                Upon the shore
+Of wild Messipi's plunging flood,
+Where they were camped so long before,
+They camped again; again their blood
+Marched to the music of its roar.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+'Tis morning: every bird its matin sings
+And beats the air with throbbing wings,
+The air so sweet and quick; the glistening dew
+Hangs crystal beauty on all verdant things,--
+Each trembling drop reflecting true
+The overspread, unclouded blue;
+While from the east the cohorts of the sun
+With dazzling spears begin to strew
+The morning vapors, damp and dun,
+Whose melting ranks are closed anew
+To vanish where the rapid waters run.
+
+Anpetusapa hides her woe
+Until her husband and her foe
+Have left the lodge and gone from sight.
+Then with a tearless eye and bright,
+She gazes madly round the place
+Where every comfort bears the trace
+Of wifely labor wrought with pain,
+Of woman's love that lives in vain.
+Here moccasins lie with bead-work gay;
+Here on the wall the breezes sway
+The music-breathing flute,
+Whose lips are dry and mute,
+While she who once inspired its tone
+Now sits despairing and alone.
+The very curls of smoke that rise
+And mingle with the morning skies,
+Are tokens of the duties done
+Beneath the red eye of the rising sun.
+Awhile she sits in cruel thought,
+Till, with her anguish overwrought,
+She flies to him who sweetly bears
+The image of her faithless god,
+And on each infant feature wears
+The smiling hopes on which he trod.
+Convulsively she clasps her child,
+Whose love, alone left undefiled,
+Is not enough to nerve her soul
+Beneath its crushing weight of dole.
+
+She listens to the roaring water,
+Whose voice she heard in music grand
+When she was but the old chief's daughter,
+When love such wondrous fortunes planned;
+And ruthless phantoms of the past
+Across her mind are flitting fast,
+Each with a keen, envenomed dart
+That poisons brain and tortures heart.
+With breath too quick to lift a sigh,
+With marble firmness on her brow,
+With glassy wildness in her eye,
+She seeks the river's margin now.
+She springs into a birch canoe,
+All beaded with the morning dew,
+And clasping close her mother's pride,
+Soon gains the middle of the tide.
+
+O hark! thou selfish one who gave
+Embrace more treacherous than the wave:
+Does not her song which mounts the air
+Reproach thee with its grand despair?
+Why dost thou hurry to the river?
+Why dost thou call, why dost thou shiver,
+While she whom thou hast driven away
+Is bold amidst the chilly spray?
+What good is all thy vain remorse?
+Thinkst thou from jaws of death to force
+A sacrifice so lightly thrust
+Upon the altar of thy lust?
+A host like thee could nothing urge
+To meet one tone of her sad dirge:
+
+_My heart cannot live without loving;
+  My heart cannot give up its own;
+No more will I linger with sorrow,
+  But follow the joys that have flown;
+With Death I will rest me to-morrow
+  On a kind, dreamless bed of stone.
+
+I fear not the rush of the water,
+  For me all its terrors are vain;
+It cannot bring less than gladness,
+  For it banishes all my pain;
+I will sink with my burden of sadness
+  And mix with the earth again.
+
+My baby, my darling, my blossom,
+  Nor anguish nor falsehood shall know;
+Together we cleave the wild billow--
+  Unfaltering together we go
+To rest on the same rocky pillow,
+  To slumber and mingle below._
+
+Plunging on the sunlit stream,
+The frail canoe, with trembling leaps,
+Hurries toward the mists that gleam
+To veil the awful steeps.
+What need has she for any veil?
+Despairing eyes will never quail!
+See, now upon the glowing crest,
+Where clouds of spray beneath her lie,
+She clasps her boy upon her breast,
+She gazes on the cloudless sky,
+And in its blue depth seems to see
+Death, robed in peaceful purity;
+Then down into the boiling tomb
+That makes for her the happiest doom.
+How strange that peace should thus be found
+Amid such tumult-breathing sound!
+To leap from life and light, and find
+A darkness sweeter to the mind!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Long shall the mists of morning show
+The spirit of her who long ago
+Wrapped them round her wearily--
+A victim of love and treachery.
+Long shall her mournful death-song find
+An echo in the moaning wind;
+Long shall Dahkota legend bind
+That echo with the roaring falls,
+The ancient, foam-crowned, giant falls,
+Whose voice so oft hath given
+The welcome of its watery halls,
+That lead the soul, when the Great Spirit calls,
+To the hunting-grounds of heaven.
+And though a child of the forest dark
+Weary of life would here embark,
+As to a portal hither comes,--
+And yet who may not pass this way
+Into eternal joy and day,--
+The water hides and soon benumbs
+The sorrow, and the cadence deep
+Becomes a lullaby to hush
+The spirit to its endless sleep
+Beneath the surging rush,
+Beneath the shrouding spray,
+Where the tireless waters sweep
+To their wild, unpausing leap--
+Then fly to the South away!
+The flood is cold, but the heart is bold
+When the future that lives new sorrow gives;
+And within the chamber halls
+Of the grand and solemn falls
+May be found a sleep so sweet and deep
+That its darkness never palls,
+While ages pass with silent creep.
+Time hath no tooth to tear
+The heart whose pulse is dead,
+And sorrow may live in the air
+But not in the river-bed!
+I ween all peacefully there
+Is pillowed forever the head
+Of a woman whose heart was fair,
+Though her cheeks were dusky red.
+
+
+
+
+Winona.
+
+
+PART I.
+
+Winona,[1] first-born daughter, was the name
+Of a Dakota girl who, long ago,
+Dwelt with her people here unknown to fame.
+Sweet word, Winona, how my heart and lips
+Cling to that name (my mother's was the same
+Ere her form faded into death's eclipse),
+Cling lovingly, and loth to let it go.
+All arts that unto savage life belong
+She knew, made moccasins, and dressed the game.
+From crippling fashions free, her well-knit frame
+At fifteen summers was mature and strong.
+She pitched the tipi,[2] dug the tipsin[3] roots,
+Gathered wild rice and store of savage fruits.
+Fearless and self-reliant, she could go
+Across the prairie on a starless night;
+She speared the fish while in his wildest flight,
+And almost like a warrior drew the bow.
+Yet she was not all hardness: the keen glance,
+Lighting the darkness of her eyes, perchance
+Betrayed no softness, but her voice, that rose
+O'er the weird circle of the midnight dance,
+Through all the gamut ran of human woes,
+
+[Illustration: MAIDEN ROCK, LAKE PEPIN.]
+
+Passion, and joy. A woman's love she had
+For ornament; on gala days was clad
+In garments of the softest doeskin fine,
+With shells about her neck; moccasins neat
+Were drawn, like gloves, upon her little feet,
+Adorned with scarlet quills of porcupine.
+Innocent of the niceties refined
+That to the toilet her pale sisters bind,
+Yet much the same beneath the outer rind,
+She was, though all unskilled in bookish lore,
+A sound, sweet woman to the very core.
+
+Winona's uncle, and step-father too,
+Was all the father that she ever knew;
+By the Absarakas[4] her own was slain
+Before her memory could his face retain.
+Two bitter years his widow mourned him dead,
+And then his elder brother she had wed.
+None loved Winona's uncle; he was stern
+And harsh in manner, cold and taciturn,
+And none might see, without a secret fear,
+Those thin lips ever curling to a sneer.
+And yet he was of note and influence
+Among the chieftains; true he rarely lent
+More than his presence in the council tent,
+And when he rose to speak disdained pretence
+Of arts rhetoric, but his few words went
+Straight and incisive to the question's core,
+And rarely was his counsel overborne.
+The Raven was the fitting name he bore;
+And though his winters well-nigh reached three-score,
+Few of his tribe excelled him in the chase.
+A warrior of renown, but never wore
+The dancing eagle plumes, and seemed to scorn
+The vanities and follies of his race.
+
+I said the Raven was beloved by none;
+But no, among the elders there was one
+Who often sought him, and the two would walk
+Apart for hours, and converse alone.
+The gossips, marveling much what this might mean,
+Whispered that they at midnight had been seen
+Far from the village, wrapped in secret talk.
+They seemed in truth an ill-assorted brace,
+But Nature oft in Siamese bond unites,
+By some strange tie, the farthest opposites.
+Gray Cloud was oily, plausible, and vain,
+A conjurer with subtle scheming brain;
+Too corpulent and clumsy for the chase,
+His lodge was still provided with the best,
+And though sometimes but a half welcome guest,
+He took his dish and spoon to every feast.[5]
+
+Priestcraft and leechcraft were combined in him,
+Two trades occult upon which knaves have thriven,
+Almost since man from Paradise was driven;
+Padding with pompous phrases worn and old
+Their scanty esoteric science dim,
+And gravely selling, at their weight in gold,
+Placebos colored to their patients' whim.
+Man's noblest mission here too oft is made,
+In heathen as in Christian lands, a trade.
+Holy the task to comfort and console
+The tortured body and the sin-sick soul,
+But pain and sorrow, even prayer and creed,
+Are turned too oft to instruments of greed.
+The conjurer claimed to bear a mission high:
+Mysterious omens of the earth and sky
+He knew to read; his medicine could find
+In time of need the buffalo, and bind
+In sleep the senses of the enemy.
+Perhaps not wholly a deliberate cheat,
+And yet dissimulation and deceit
+Oozed from his form obese at every pore.
+Skilled by long practice in the priestly art,
+To chill with superstitious fear the heart,
+And versed in all the legendary lore,
+He knew each herb and root that healing bore;
+But lest his flock might grow as wise as he,
+Disguised their use with solemn mummery.
+When all the village wrapped in slumber lay,
+His midnight incantations often fell,
+His chant now weirdly rose, now sank away,
+As o'er some dying child he cast his spell.
+And sometimes through his frame strange tremors ran--
+Magnetic waves, swept from the unknown pole
+Linking the body to the wavering soul;
+And swifter came his breath, as if to fan
+The feeble life spark, and his finger tips
+Were to the brow of pain like angel lips.
+No wonder if in moments such as these
+He half believed in his own deities,
+And thought his sacred rattle could compel
+The swarming powers unseen to serve him well.
+The Raven lay one evening in his tent
+With his accustomed crony at his side;
+Around their heads a graceful aureole
+Of smoke curled upward from the scarlet bowl
+Of Gray Cloud's pipe with willow bark supplied.
+Winona's thrifty mother came and went,
+Her form with household cares and burdens bent,
+Fresh fuel adds, and stirs the boiling pot.
+Meanwhile the young Winona, half reclined,
+Plies her swift needle, that resource refined
+For woman's leisure, whatsoe'er her lot,
+The kingly palace or the savage cot.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The cronies smoked without a sign or word,
+Passing the pipe sedately to and fro;
+Only a distant wail of hopeless woe,
+A mother mourning for her child, was heard,
+And Gray Cloud moved, as though the sound had stirred
+Some dusty memory; still that bitter wail,
+Rachel's despairing cry without avail,
+That beats the brazen firmament in vain,
+Since the first mother wept o'er Abel slain.
+At length the conjurer's lips the silence broke,
+Softly at first as to himself he spoke,
+Till warmed by his own swarming fancies' brood
+He poured the strain almost in numbers rude.
+
+[Illustration: "WHERE THROUGH A LAKE THE MISSISSIPPI FLOWS."]
+
+
+THE COMBAT BETWEEN THE THUNDER-BIRDS
+AND THE WATER-DEMONS.
+
+Gray Cloud shall not be as other men,
+Dull clods that move and breathe a day or two,
+Ere other clods shall bury them from view.
+Tempest and sky have been my home, and when
+I pass from earth I shall find welcome there.
+Sons of the Thunder-Bird my playmates were,
+Ages ago[6] (the tallest oak to-day
+In all the land was but a grass blade then).
+Reared with such brethren, breathing such an air,
+My spirit grew as tall and bold as they;
+We tossed the ball and flushed the noble prey
+O'er happy plains from human footsteps far;
+And when our high chief's voice to arm for war
+Rang out in tones that rent the morning sky,
+None of the band exulted more than I.
+
+A god might gaze and tremble at the sight
+Of our array that turned the day to night;
+With bow and shield and flame-tipped arrows all,
+Rushing together at our leader's call,
+Like storm clouds sweeping round a mountain height.
+The lofty cliffs our warlike muster saw,
+Hard by the village of great Wabashaw,[7]
+Where through a lake the Mississippi flows;
+Far o'er the dwelling of our ancient foes,
+The hated Water-Demon[8] and his sons,
+Cold, dark and deep the sluggish current runs.
+
+Up from their caverns swarming, when they heard
+The rolling signal of the Thunder-Bird,
+The Water-Demon and his sons arose,
+And answered back the challenge of their foes.
+With horns tumultuous clashing like a herd
+Of warring elks that struggle for the does,
+They lashed the wave to clouds of spray and foam,
+Through which their forms uncouth, like buffaloes
+Seen dimly through a morning mist, did loom,
+Or isles at twilight rising from the shore.
+
+Though we were thirty, they at least fourscore,
+We rushed upon them, and a midnight pall
+Over the seething lake our pinions spread,
+'Neath which our gleaming arrows thickly sped,
+As shooting stars that in the rice-moon fall.
+Rent by our beating wings the cloud-waves swung
+In eddies round us, and our leader's roar
+Smote peal on peal, and from their bases flung
+The rocks that towered along the trembling shore.
+
+A Thunder-Bird--alas, my chosen friend,
+But even so a warrior's life should end,--
+A Thunder-Bird was stricken; his bright beak,
+Cleaving the tumult like a lightning streak,
+Smote with a fiery hiss the watery plain;
+His upturned breast, where gleamed one fleck of red,
+His sable wings, one moment wide outspread,
+Blackened the whirlpool o'er his sinking head.
+
+The Water-Demon's sons by scores were slain
+By our swift arrows falling like the rain;
+With yells of rage they sank beneath the wave
+That ran all redly now, but could not save.
+We asked not mercy, mercy never gave;
+Our flaming darts lit up the farthest cave,
+Fathoms below the reach of deepest line;
+Our cruel spears, taller than mountain pine,
+Mingled their life blood with the ruddy wave.
+
+The combat ceased, the Thunder-Birds had won.
+The Water-Demon with one favorite son
+Fled from the carnage and escaped our wrath.
+The vapors, thinly curling from the shore,
+Faint musky odors to our nostrils bore.
+The air was stilled, the silence of the dead;
+The sun, just starting on his downward path,
+A rosy mantle o'er the prairie shed,
+Save where, like vultures, ominous and still,
+We clustered close, on sullen wings outspread;
+And sometimes, with a momentary chill,
+A giant shadow swept o'er plain and hill,--
+A Thunder-Bird careering overhead,
+Seeking the track by which the foe had fled.
+
+While thus we hovered motionless, the sun
+Adown the west his punctual course had run,
+When lo, two shining points far up the stream
+That split the prairie with a silver seam,--
+The fleeing Water-Demon and his son;
+Like icicles they glittered in the beam
+Still struggling up from the horizon's rim.
+His sleeping anger kindled at the sight,
+Our leader's eyes glowed like a flaming brand.
+Thrilled by one impulse, all our sable band
+Dove through the gathering shadows of the night
+On wings outshaken for a headlong flight.
+Anger, revenge, but more than all the thirst,
+The glorious emulation to be first,
+Stung me like fire, and filled each quivering plume.
+With tenfold speed our sharp beaks cleft the gloom,
+A swarm of arrows singing to the mark,
+We hissed to pierce the foe ere yet 'twas dark.
+
+Still up the stream the Water-Demons fled,
+Their bodies glowed like fox-fire far ahead;
+But every moment saw the distance close
+Between our thirsty spear-heads and our foes.
+Louder the blast our buzzing pinions made
+Than mighty forest in a whirlwind swayed;
+The giant cliffs of Redwing speeding back,
+Like specters melting from a cloudy wrack,
+Melted from view in our dissolving track.
+Kaposia's village, clustered on the shore,
+With sound of snapping poles and tipis riven,
+Vanished like swan's-down by a tempest driven.
+Stung by our flight, the keen air smote us sore
+As ragged hailstones; on, still on, we strained,
+And fast and faster on the chase we gained,
+But neck and neck the fierce pursuit remained,
+Till close ahead we saw the rocky walls
+O'er which the mighty river plunging falls,[9]
+And at their base the Water-Demons lay:
+The panting chase at last had turned to bay.
+Then thrilled my nerves with more than mortal strength;
+A breath of Deity was in the burst
+That bore me out a goodly lance's length
+To meet the Water-Demon's son accurst.
+His evil horn clanged hollow on my shield
+Just as my spear transfixed him through and through;
+A moment towering o'er the foam he reeled,
+Then sank beneath the roaring falls from view.
+A dying yell that haunts me yet he gave,
+And as he fell the crippled water coiled
+About him like a wounded snake, and boiled,
+Lashing itself to madness o'er his grave.
+
+We knew not where the parent Demon fled;
+None of our spears might pierce his ancient mail,
+Welded with skill demoniac scale on scale.
+Some watery realm he wanders, and 'tis said
+That he is changed and bears a brighter form,
+And goodly sons again about him swarm;
+And peace, 'tis but a hollow truce I know,
+Now reigns between him and his ancient foe.
+He hates me still, and fain would do me harm,
+But neither man nor demon dares offend,
+Who hath the cruel Thunder-Bird for friend.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+PART II.
+
+Nature hath her _élite_ in every land,
+Sealed by her signet, felt although unseen.
+Winona 'mid her fellows moved a queen,
+And scarce a youthful beau in all the band
+But sighed in secret longing for her hand.
+One only she distinguished o'er the rest,
+The latest aspirant for martial fame,
+Redstar, a youth whose coup-stick like his name
+(Till recently he had been plain Chaské)[10]
+Was new, fresh plucked the feathers on his crest.
+Just what the feats on which he based his claim
+To warlike glory it were hard to say;
+He ne'er had seen more than one trivial fray,
+But bold assurance sometimes wins the day.
+Winona gave him generous credit, too,
+For all the gallant deeds he meant to do.
+His gay, barbaric dress, his lofty air
+Enmeshed her in a sweet bewildering snare.
+Transfigured by the light of her own passion,
+She saw Chaské in much the usual fashion
+Of fairer maids, who love, or think they do.
+'Tis not the man they love, but what he seems;
+A bright Hyperion, moving stately through
+The rosy ether of exalted dreams.
+Alas! that love, the purest and most real,
+Clusters forever round some form ideal;
+And martial things have some strange necromancy
+To captivate romantic maiden fancy.
+The very word "Lieutenant" hath a charm,
+E'en coupled with a vulgar face and form,
+A shriveled heart and microscopic wit,
+Scarce for a coachman or a barber fit;
+His untried sword, his title, are to her
+Better than genius, wealth, or high renown;
+His uniform is sweeter than the gown
+Of an Episcopalian minister;
+And "dash," for swagger but a synonym,
+Is knightly grace and chivalry with him.
+
+Unnoted young Winona's passion grew,
+Chaské alone the tender secret knew;
+And he, too selfish love like hers to know,
+Warmed by her presence to a transient glow,
+Her silent homage drank as 'twere his due.
+Winona asked no more though madly fond,
+Nor hardly dreamed as yet of closer bond;
+But chance, or Providence, or iron Fate
+(Call it what name you will), or soon or late,
+Bends to its purpose every human will,
+And brings to each its destined good or ill.
+
+
+THE GROVE.
+
+O'erlooking Minnetonka's shore,
+A grove enchanted lured of yore,
+Lured to their deepest woe and joy,
+A happy maiden and careless boy;
+Lured their feet to its inmost core,
+Where like snowy maidens the aspen trees
+Swayed and beckoned in the breeze,
+While the prairie grass, like rippling seas,
+Faintly murmuring lulling hymns,
+Rippled about their gleaming limbs.
+
+There is no such charm in a garden-close,
+However fair its bower and rose,
+As a place where the wild and free rejoice.
+Nor doth the storied and ivied arch
+Woo the heart with half so sweet a voice
+As the bowering arms of the wild-wood larch,
+Where the clematis and wild woodbine
+Festoon the flowering eglantine;
+Where in every flower, shrub, and tree
+Is heard the hum of the honey-bee,
+And the linden blossoms are softly stirred,
+As the fanning wings of the humming-bird
+Scatter a perfume of pollen dust,
+That mounts to the kindling soul like must;
+Where the turtles each spring their loves renew--
+The old, old story, "coo-roo, coo-roo,"
+Mingles with the wooing note
+That bubbles from the song-bird's throat;
+Where on waves of rosy light at play,
+Mingle a thousand airy minions,
+And drifting as on a golden bay,
+The butterfly with his petal pinions,
+From isle to isle of his fair dominions
+Floats with the languid tides away;
+Where the squirrel and rabbit shyly mate,
+And none so timid but finds her fate;
+The meek hen-robin upon the nest
+Thrills to her lover's flaming breast.
+Youth, Love, and Life, 'mid scenes like this,
+Go to the same sweet tune of bliss;
+E'en the flaming flowers of passion seem
+Pure as the lily buds that dream
+On the bosom of a mountain stream.
+
+Such was the grove that lured of yore,
+Overlooking Minnetonka's shore,
+Lured to their deepest woe and joy
+A happy maiden and careless boy,--
+Lured their feet to its inmost core;
+Where still mysterious shadows slept,
+While the plenilune from her path above
+With liquid amber bathed the grove,
+That through the tree-tops trickling crept,
+And every tender alley swept.
+The happy maiden and careless boy,
+Caught for a moment their deepest joy,
+And the iris hues of Youth and Love,
+A tender glamour about them wove;
+But the trembling shadows the aspens cast
+From the maiden's spirit never passed;
+And the nectar was poisoned that thrilled and filled,
+From every treacherous leaf distilled,
+Her veins that night with a strange alloy.
+
+Swift came the hour that maid and boy must part;
+A glow unwonted, tinged with dusky red
+Winona's conscious face as home she sped;
+And to the song exultant in her heart,
+Beat her light moccasins with rhythmic tread.
+But at the summit of a little hill,
+Along whose base the village lay outspread,
+A sudden sense of some impending ill
+Smote the sweet fever in her veins with chill.
+The lake she skirted, on whose mailèd breast
+Rode like a shield the moon from out the west,
+She neared her lodge, but there her quick eye caught
+The voice of Gray Cloud, and her steps were stayed,
+For over her of late an icy fear
+Brooded with vulture wings when he was near.
+
+She knew not why, her eye he never sought,
+Nor deigned to speak, and yet she felt dismayed
+At thought of him, as the mimosa's leaf
+Before the fingers touch it shrinks with dread.
+She paused a moment, then with furtive tread
+Close to the tipi glided like a thief;
+With lips apart, and eager bended head,
+She listened there to what the conjurer said.
+
+His voice, low, musical, recounted o'er
+Strange tales of days when other forms he wore:
+How, far above the highest airy plain
+Where soars and sings the weird, fantastic crane,
+Wafted like thistle-down he strayed at will,
+With power almost supreme for good or ill,
+Over all lands and nations near and far,
+Beyond the seas, or 'neath the northern star,
+And long had pondered where were best to dwell
+When he should deign a human shape to wear.
+"Whether to be of them that buy and sell,
+With fish-scale eyes, and yellow corn-silk hair,
+Or with the stone-men chase the giant game.
+But wander where you may, no land can claim
+A sky so fair as ours; the sun each day
+Circles the earth with glaring eye, but sees
+No lakes or plains so beautiful as these;
+Nor e'er hath trod or shall upon the earth
+A race like ours of true Dakota birth.
+Our chiefs and sages, who so wise as they
+To counsel or to lead in peace or war,
+And heal the sick by deep mysterious law.
+Our beauteous warriors, lithe of limb and strong,
+Fierce to avenge their own and others' wrong,
+What gasping terror smites their battle song
+When, night-birds gathering near the dawn of day,
+Or wolves in chorus ravening for the prey,
+They burst upon the sleeping Chippeway;[11]
+Their women wail whose hated fingers dare
+To reap the harvest of our midnight hair;
+Swifter than eagles, as a panther fleet,
+A hungry panther seeking for his meat,
+So swift and noiseless their avenging feet.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Dakota matrons truest are and best,
+Dakota maidens too are loveliest."
+
+He ceased, and soon, departing through the night,
+She watched his burly form till out of sight.
+And then the Raven spoke in whispers low:
+"Gray Cloud demands our daughter's hand, and she
+Unto his tipi very soon must go."
+Winona's mother sought to make reply,
+But something checked her in his tone or eye.
+Again the Raven spoke, imperiously:
+"Winona is of proper age to wed;
+Her suitor suits me, let no more be said."
+
+Winona heard no more; a rising wave
+Of mingled indignation, fear, and shame
+Like a resistless tempest shook her frame,
+The earth swam round her, and her senses reeled;
+Better for her a thousand times the grave
+Than life in Gray Cloud's tent, but what could she
+Against the stern, implacable decree
+Of one whose will was never known to yield?
+
+Winona fled, scarce knowing where or how;
+Fled like a phantom through the moonlight cool,
+Until she stood upon the rocky brow
+That overlooked a deep sequestered pool,
+Where slumbering in a grove-encircled bay
+Lake Minnetonka's purest waters lay.
+Unto the brink she rushed, but faltered there--
+Life to the young is sweet; in vain her eye
+Swept for a moment grove and wave and sky
+With mute appeal. But see, two white swans fair
+Gleamed from the shadows that o'erhung the shore,
+Like moons emerging from a sable screen;
+Swimming abreast, what haughty king and queen,
+With arching necks their regal course they bore.
+Winona marveled at the unwonted sight
+Of white swans swimming there at dead of night,
+Her frenzy half beguiling with the scene.
+Unearthly heralds sure, for in their wake
+What ruddy furrows seamed the placid lake.
+Almost beneath her feet they came, so near
+She might have tossed a pebble on their backs,
+When lo, their long necks pierced the waters clear,
+As down they dove, two shafts of purest light,
+And chasing fast on their descending tracks,
+A swarm of spirals luminous and white,
+Swirled to the gloom of nether depths from sight.
+
+Then all was still for some few moments' space,
+So smooth the pool, so vanished every trace,
+It seemed that surely the fantastic pair
+Had been but snowy phantoms passing there.
+Winona hardly hoped to see them rise,
+But while she gazed with half-expectant eyes,
+The waters strangely quivered in a place
+About the bigness of a tipi's space,
+Where weirdly lighting up the hollow wave
+Beat a deep-glowing heart, whose pulsing ray
+Now faded to a rosy flush away,
+Now filled with fiery glare the farthest cave.
+A shapeless bulk arose, then, taking form,
+Bloomed forth upon the bosom of the lake
+A crystal rose, or hillock mammiform,
+And round its base the curling foam did break
+As round a sunny islet in a storm;
+And on it poised a swiftly changing form,
+With filmy mantle falling musical,
+And colors of the floating bubble's ball,
+Fair and elusive as the sprites that play,
+Bright children of the sun-illumined spray,
+'Mid rainbows of a mountain waterfall.
+Then mingling with the falling waters came
+In whispers sibilant Winona's name;
+So indistinct and low that voice intense,
+That she, half frightened, cowering in the grass
+In much bewilderment at what did pass,
+Till thrice repeated noted not its sense.
+
+She rose, and on the very brink defined,
+Against the sky in silhouette outlined,
+Erect before the Water-Demon stood.
+Again those accents weird her wonder stirred,
+And this is what the listening maiden heard:
+"Thy fate, Winona, hangs on thine own choice
+To scorn or heed the Water-Demon's voice.
+Gone are thy pleasant days of maidenhood,
+And evil hours draw nigh, but knowest thou not,
+That what thou fleest is the common lot
+Of all thy sisters? Thou must be the bride
+Of one thou lovest not, must toil for him,
+Watch for his coming, and endure his whim;
+Must share his tent, and lying at his side
+Weep for another till thine eyes grow dim.
+And he, so fondly loved, will pass thee by
+Indifferent with cold averted eye;
+E'en he, whose wanton hands and hated arms
+Have crushed the fair flower of thy maidenhood,
+Will weary of thy swiftly-fading charms,
+And seek another when thy beauty wanes.
+Aha, thou shudderest; in thy tense veins,
+Fierce and rebellious, leaps the mingling blood
+Of countless warriors, high of soul and brave;
+And would'st thou quench their spirit 'neath the wave?
+Is Gray Cloud's life more dear to thee than thine?
+The village sleeps, unguarded is his tent,
+Thy knife is keen, and unto thee is lent
+A spell to-night of potency malign.
+Cradled in blissful dreams alone he lies,
+And he shall stray so deep in sleep's dominions,
+He would not waken though the rushing pinions
+Of his own Thunder-Bird should shake the sky.
+All freedom-loving spirits are with thee,
+Strike hard and fear not as thou would'st be free;
+Lest thine own hatred prove too weak a charm,
+The Water-Demon's hate shall nerve thine arm."
+
+The Water-Demon sank and disappeared,
+And faint and fainter fell those accents weird,
+Until the air was silent as the grave,
+Still as December's crystal seal the wave.
+Homeward again Winona took her way.
+How changed in one short hour! no longer now
+The song-birds singing at her heart, but there
+A thousand gnashing furies made their lair,
+And urged her on; her nearest pathway lay
+Over a little hill, and on its brow
+A group of trees, whereof each blackened bough
+Bore up to heaven as if in protest mute
+Its clustering load of ghastly charnel fruit,[12]
+The swaddled forms of all the village dead--
+Maid, lusty warrior, and toothless hag,
+The infant and the conjurer with his bag,
+Peacefully rotting in their airy bed.
+As on a battle plain she saw them lie,
+Fouling the fairness of the moonlit sky;
+And heavily there flapped above her head,
+Some floating drapery or tress of hair,
+Loading with pestilential breath the air
+That fanned her temples, or the reeking wing
+Of unclean bird obscenely hovering;
+And something crossed her path that halting nigh,
+At the intruder glared with evil eye,--
+She hardly heeded passing swiftly by.
+
+Leaving behind that hideous umbrage fast,
+What wraith escaping from its tenement,
+Winona through the sleeping village passed,
+And pausing not, to Gray Cloud's tipi went,
+Laid back the door, and with a stealthy tread,
+Entered and softly crouched beside his head.
+Her gaze that seemed to pierce his inmost thought,
+Keen as the ready knife her hand had sought,
+And through the open door the slant moonbeams
+Smiting the sleeper's face awaked him not.
+He vaguely muttered in his wandering dreams
+Of "medicine," and of the Thunder-Bird.
+As if to go, her knife she half returned;
+Whether her woman's heart with pity stirred,
+Or superstitious awe, she slightly turned,
+But gazing still, over his features came
+The semblance of a smile, and his arms moved,
+Clasping in rosy dreams some form beloved,
+And his lips moved, and though no sound she heard,
+She thought they shaped her name, and a red flame
+Leaped to her brain, and through her vision passed;
+A raging demon seized and filled her frame,
+And like a lightning flash leaped forth her knife:
+That cold keen heart-pang is his last of life;
+The Water-Demon is avenged at last.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+PART III.
+
+She struck but once, no need hath lightning stroke
+For second blow to rend the heart of oak,
+Nor waited there to see how Gray Cloud died;
+Her fury all in that fierce outburst spent,
+As from a charnel cave she fled the tent;
+The wolfish dog suspiciously outside
+Sniffed at her moccasins but let her pass.
+Her tipi soon she reached, distant no more
+Than arrow from a warrior's bowstring sent,
+Paused but to wipe her knife upon the grass,
+And found her usual couch upon the floor.
+But not to sleep; she closed her eyes in vain,
+Shutting away the moonlight from her view;
+Darkness and moonlight wore the same dread hue,
+Flooding the universe with crimson stain.
+She clasped her bosom with her hands to still
+The throbbing of her heart that seemed to fill
+With tell-tale echoes all the air; an owl
+The secret with unearthly shrieks confessed,
+And Gray Cloud's dog sent forth a doleful howl
+At intervals; but worse than all the rest,
+That dreadful drum still beating in her breast,
+As furious war-drums in the scalp-dance beat
+To the mad circling of delirious feet.
+
+[Illustration: "THE GIANT CLIFFS OF RED-WING SPREADING BACK."]
+
+Early next morning, as the first faint rays
+Of sunlight through the rustling lindens played,
+Two children sent to seek the conjurer's aid,
+Gazed on the sight, with horror and amaze,
+Of Gray Cloud's lifeless body rolled in blood.
+Fast through the village spread the news, and stirred
+With mingled fear and wonder all who heard.
+The oracles were baffled and dismayed,
+And spoke with muffled tones and looks of dread:
+"Some envious foeman lurking in the wood,
+With medicine more strong than his," they said,
+"Stole in last night and gave the fatal wound."
+The warriors scoured the country miles around,
+Seeking for sign or trail, but naught they found:
+The murderer left behind no clue or trace
+More than a vampire's flight through darkling space.
+
+The Raven with a stoic calmness heard
+Of Gray Cloud's death, nor showed by look or word
+The wrath that to its depth his being stirred.
+Winona heard the news with false surprise,
+As if just roused from sleep she rubbed her eyes;
+When she arose her knees like aspens shook,
+But this she quelled and forced a tranquil look
+To feign the calmness that her soul forsook.
+And when the mourning wail rose on the air,
+Winona's voice was heard commingling there.
+She gathered with the other maidens where,
+On a rude bier, the conjurer's body lay
+Adorned and decked in funeral array.
+She flung a handful of her sable hair,
+And wept such tears above the painted clay[13]
+As weeps a youthful widow, only heir,
+Over the coffin of a millionaire.
+
+Moons waxed to fullness and to sickles waned.
+The gossips still conversed with bated breath.
+The appalling mystery of Gray Cloud's death,
+Wrapped in impenetrable gloom, remained
+A blighting shadow o'er the village spread.
+But youthful spirits are invincible,
+Nor fear nor superstition long can quell
+The bubbling flow of that perennial well;
+And so the youths and maidens soon regained
+The wonted gayety that late had fled.
+All save Winona, in whose face and mien,
+Unto the careless eye, no change was seen;
+But one that noted might sometimes espy
+A furtive fear that shot across her eye,
+As in a forest, 'thwart some bit of blue,
+Darts a rare bird that shuns the hunter's view.
+Her laugh, though gay, a subtle change confessed,
+And in her attitude a vague unrest
+Betrayed a world of feelings unexprest.
+A shade less light her footsteps in the dance,
+And sometimes now the Raven's curious glance
+Her soul with terrors new and strange oppressed.
+
+Grief shared is lighter, none had she to share
+Burdens that grew almost too great to bear,
+For Redstar sometimes seemed to look askance,
+And sought, they said, to win another breast.
+Winona feigned to laugh, but in her heart
+The rumor rankled like a poisoned dart.
+Sometimes she almost thought the Raven guessed
+The guilty secrets that her thoughts oppressed,
+And sought, whene'er she could, to shun his sight.
+Apart from human kind, still more and more,
+The Raven dwelt, and human speech forbore.
+And once upon a wild tempestuous night,
+When all the demons of the earth and air
+Like raging furies were embattled there,
+She, peering fearfully, amid the swarm
+Flitting athwart the flashes of the storm,
+By fitful gleams beheld the Raven's form.
+To her he spoke not since the fateful night
+His chosen comrade passed from human sight,
+Save only once, forgetting he was by
+And half forgetting too her care and woes,
+Unto her lips some idle jest arose.
+"Winona," said the Raven, in a tone
+Of stern reproof that on the instant froze
+All thought of mirth, and when she met his eye,
+As by a serpent's charm it fixed her own;
+The hate and anger of a soul intense
+Were all compressed in that remorseless glance,
+The coldly cruel meaning of whose sense
+Smote down the shield of her false innocence.
+She strove to wrest her eye from his in vain,
+Held by that gaze ophidian like a bird,
+As in a trance she neither breathed nor stirred.
+And gazing thus an icy little lance,
+Smaller than quill from wing of humming-bird,
+Shot from his eyes, and a keen stinging pain
+Sped through the open windows of her brain.
+Her senses failed, she sank upon the ground,
+And darkness veiled her eyes; she never knew
+How long this was, but when she slowly grew
+Back from death's counterfeit, and looked around,
+So little change was there, that it might seem
+The scene had been but a disordered dream.
+The Raven sat in his accustomed place,
+Smoking his solitary pipe; his face,
+A gloomy mask that none might penetrate,
+Betrayed no sign of anger, grief, or hate;
+Absorbed so deep in thoughts that none might share,
+He noted not Winona's presence there;
+From his disdainful lips the thin blue smoke
+From time to time in little spirals broke,
+Floating like languid sneers upon the air,
+And settling round him in a veil of blue
+So sinister to her disordered view,
+That she arose and quickly stole away.
+She shunned him more than ever from that day,
+And never more unmoved could she behold
+That countenance inscrutable and cold.
+
+But Hope and Love, like Indian summer's glow,
+Gilding the prairies ere December's snow,
+Lit with a transient beam Winona's eye.
+The season for the Maidens' Dance drew nigh,
+And Redstar vowed, whatever might betide,
+To claim her on the morrow as his bride.
+What now to her was all the world beside?
+The evil omens darkening all her sky,
+Malicious sneers, her rival's envious eye,
+While her false lover lingered at her side,
+All passed like thistle-down unheeded by.
+The evening for the dance arrived at last;
+An ancient crier through the village passed,
+And summoned all the maidens to repair
+To the appointed place, a greensward where,
+Since last year unprofaned by human feet,
+Rustled the prairie grass and flowers sweet.
+None but the true and pure might enter there--
+Maidens whose souls unspotted had been kept.
+At set of sun the circle there was formed,
+And thitherward the happy maidens swarmed.
+The people gathered round to view the scene:
+Old men in broidered robes that trailing swept,
+And youths in all their finery arrayed,
+Dotting like tropic birds the prairie green,
+Their rival graces to the throng displayed.
+Winona came the last, but as she stept
+Into the mystic ring one word, "Beware!"
+Rang out in such a tone of high command
+That all was still, and every look was turned
+To where the Raven stood; his stern eye burned,
+And like a flower beneath that withering glare
+She faded fast. No need that heavy hand
+To lead Winona from the joyous band;
+No need those shameful words that stained the air:
+"Let not the sacred circle be defiled
+By one who, all too easily beguiled,
+Beneath her bosom bears a warrior's child."
+
+Winona swiftly fleeing, as she passed,
+One look upon her shrinking lover cast
+That seared his coward heart for many a day,
+Into the deepest woods she took her way.
+The dance was soon resumed, and as she fled,
+Like hollow laughter chasing overhead,
+Pursued the music and the maidens' song.
+Just as she passed from sight an angry eye
+Glared for a moment from the western sky,
+And flung one quivering shaft of dazzling white,
+With tenfold thunder-peal, adown the night.
+Her mother followed her, and sought her long,
+Calling and listening through the falling dew,
+While fast and furious still the cadence grew
+Of the gay dance, whose distant music fell,
+Smiting the mother like a funeral knell.
+High rode the sun in heaven next day before
+The stricken mother found along the shore
+The object of her unremitting quest.
+The cooling wave whereon she lay at rest
+Had stilled the tumult of Winona's breast
+Along that shapely ruin's plastic grace,
+And in the parting of her braided hair,
+The hopeless mother's glances searching there
+The Thunder-Bird's mysterious mark might trace.
+
+So died Winona, and let all beware,
+For vengeance follows fast and will not spare,
+Nor maid, nor warrior that dares offend
+Who hath the cruel Thunder-Bird for friend.
+
+
+
+
+THE PEACE-PIPE
+QUARRY
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Outward swell the rolling prairies like the waves of ocean deep;
+Higher rise the crested billows rolling upward as they sweep
+From horizon to horizon, and the air grows pure and free,
+"On the mountains of the prairie," on the wind-swept emerald sea.
+
+As in olden time the zealots who would build unto their God,
+Sacred temples for his worship, chose a "high place," and the sod
+Of the consecrated mountain was made holy by the rites
+Of footsore and weary pilgrims who had sought the sacred heights,
+So instinctively the red-men, roaming o'er the boundless main,
+Looked for their Manitou above the low level of the plain;
+Sought and found him on the summit of the green wave's swelling crest
+Rising upward like a mountain, in the valley of the West.
+
+Not to him they founded temples, gilded fanes and altars fair;
+Looking up, they saw already Manitou enthronèd there
+In the fastness of the mountain, with his sphynx-like, stony face
+Watching like a guardian spirit, o'er the dusky lawless race
+Who regarded not each other, and their deadly hatred slaked
+In the blood of friends and foemen, when their slumbering ire was waked.
+
+"Gitche Manitou, the Mighty," the Great Spirit throned above,
+Was a God of truth and wisdom, was a God of peace and love;
+And as God upon Mount Sinai, stooping from his heavenly throne,
+Gave the law unto his people, deeply graven into _stone_,
+"Gitche Manitou, the Mighty," in compassion for the race
+Of unlettered, untaught heathen who knew not his god-like face
+Save they saw it in the tempest or the lightning's livid glare,
+Or in some familiar emblem they could see, or feel, or wear,
+Taught them peace and love to kindred, through an emblem formed of stone,
+Fashioned in the well-known outlines of a thing they called their own.
+In the caverns of his store-house, deeply sunken in the ground,
+Lay the mystical red pipe-stone, never yet by sachem found.
+With his strong right hand almighty, rent he now the ground in twain,
+Broke the red stone of the quarry, and, resounding o'er the plain,
+Came this message to the warriors:--"Let this be to you a sign:
+Make you calumets of pipe-stone, pledge you peace and love divine,
+By the smoking of this signet. Let it pass from hand to hand.
+Cease you from your wars and wrangling, and be brothers in the land."
+
+The Great Spirit's words were heeded, and the calumet, the pipe
+Which they often smoked together in their councils, was the type
+Of good-will and peace thereafter, and upon the quarry's site,
+Hostile tribes and tongues and races meeting, never meet to fight.
+
+Many legends and traditions cluster round this sacred spot;
+Many histories and records deep with hidden meaning fraught,
+Have been chiseled on the ledges at the ancient bowlders' base,
+Who, like strangers in the valley, drifted to a resting place.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Here, ere Manitou had given to the tribes the pipe of peace,
+Saw he mighty war and bloodshed, saw the tribes of men decrease,
+Until fleeing from destruction, come three maidens to the rocks--
+The last remnant of all women, hiding from the fearful shocks
+Of the deadly fight and carnage which was raging through the air,
+Driven to these three large bowlders, as a refuge in despair.
+Now in memory of the conflict and the part the bowlders bore,
+They are named in weird tradition, "The Three Maidens," evermore.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Here the thunder-bird portentous, Wakan, terrible in might,
+Made his home in awful grandeur on the cliff's mysterious height.
+Here the flapping of his pinions brought the fierce, hot lightning's
+  glare,
+Glazing all the fissured surface like enamel smooth and fair;
+Melting all the red rock's substance till a foot-print of the bird,
+Plastic then, took form and hardened for a witness of the word.
+
+[Illustration: _Falls of Winnewissa._]
+
+Northward, just beyond the quarry, stands the famous "Leaping Rock,"
+With its proud head reared to heaven, with an air that seems to mock
+And to set at stern defiance, boastful braves who seek for fame,
+And from agile feats to gather for themselves an envied name.
+Hither came to try his daring, with brave heart to valor nerved,
+Hopefully a young Sioux chieftain, never from his purpose swerved,
+Came in all his youthful vigor, with his band of stalwart braves,
+From the land of the Dakotas; zealously his spirit craves
+To lead them all in bravery as he oft before has led,
+And the plumes of the war eagle proudly waving on his head,
+To wear in boastful triumph on the far-famed treacherous height,
+And in his tribe's traditions, thus his envied name to write.
+
+Fearlessly he stands a moment on the overhanging edge
+Of the nearest cliff's high summit, eyes the small and slippery ledge
+Just beyond the yawning chasm which his daring feet must leap;
+Stands there bold and free and fearless, taking inward at a sweep
+All the fearful odds and chances, the deep chasm he must cross--
+Calculates with hope of winning, never with a fear of loss.
+High above him arch the heavens; deep below him yawns the gulf;
+In his ears the cataract thunders, and before him stands the rough,
+Towering rock with air defiant, standing mocking, beckoning there.
+With a fixed resolve and purpose, he leaps upward in the air--
+Leaps, but not as he had counted, for his feet touch not the goal,
+But his body plunges downward, and the young Sioux warrior's soul,
+Rising upward through the ether, seeks the happy hunting ground
+Just as anxious friends and kindred gather hastily around,
+Dropping tears unto his memory and with slow and measured tread,
+Bear away the bold young chieftain, to the mansions of the dead.
+Fear the falls of Winnewissa sweetly wooing to repose
+With its murmurous plash of waters perfume-laden of the rose,
+'Neath the soil which once _his_ kindred claimed and lived in until we
+Rising eastward like a storm-cloud, swept the land from sea to sea.
+Sleepeth well the brave young warrior in this legend-hallowed ground,
+The long sleep that knows no waking till the common trump shall sound.
+Still the Indian camp-fires glimmer round the sacred quarry's edge,
+And the calumet, the peace-pipe, is to them a friendly pledge:
+And the doubting pale-face dwelling near the blood-red mystic stone,
+Feels around him peace and safety like Elijah's mantle thrown.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Long may Manitou, the mighty, the Great Spirit throned above,
+Smile upon his helpless children, fill their lives with peace and love;
+And at last, in the great council, at the bidding of his voice,
+May they meet to smoke the peace-pipe with the people of his choice.
+
+
+
+
+The Song of Hiawatha.
+
+
+THE PEACE-PIPE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+On the Mountains of the Prairie,[14]
+On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,[15]
+Gitche Manito, the mighty,
+He the Master of Life, descending,
+On the red crags of the quarry
+Stood erect, and called the nations,
+Called the tribes of men together.
+From his footprints flowed a river,
+Leaped into the light of morning,
+O'er the precipice plunging downward
+Gleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet.
+And the Spirit, stooping earthward,
+With his finger on the meadow
+Traced a winding pathway for it,
+Saying to it, "Run in this way!"
+  From the red stone of the quarry
+With his hand he broke a fragment,
+Molded it into a pipe-head,
+Shaped and fashioned it with figures;
+From the margin of the river
+Took a long reed for a pipe-stem,
+With its dark green leaves upon it;
+Filled the pipe with bark of willow,
+With the bark of the red willow;
+Breathed upon the neighboring forest,
+Made its great boughs chafe together,
+Till in flame they burst and kindled;
+And erect upon the mountains,
+Gitche Manito, the mighty,
+Smoked the calumet, the Peace-Pipe,
+As a signal to the nations.
+  And the smoke rose slowly, slowly,
+Through the tranquil air of morning,
+First a single line of darkness,
+Then a denser, bluer vapor,
+Then a snow-white cloud unfolding,
+Like the tree-tops of the forest,
+Ever rising, rising, rising,
+Till it touched the top of heaven,
+Till it broke against the heaven,
+And rolled outward all around it.
+  From the Vale of Tawasentha,
+From the Valley of Wyoming,[16]
+From the groves of Tuscaloosa,[17]
+From the far-off Rocky Mountains,
+From the Northern lakes and rivers
+All the tribes beheld the signal,
+Saw the distant smoke ascending,
+The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe.
+  And the Prophets of the nations
+Said: "Behold it, the Pukwana!
+By this signal from afar off,
+Bending like a wand of willow,
+Waving like a hand that beckons,
+Gitche Manito, the mighty,
+Calls the tribes of men together,
+Calls the warriors to his council!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+II.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
+By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
+Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,
+Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis
+Dark behind it rose the forest,
+Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees,
+Rose the firs with cones upon them;
+Bright before it beat the water,
+Beat the clear and sunny water,
+Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.
+There the wrinkled, old Nokomis
+Nursed the little Hiawatha,
+Rocked him in his linden cradle,
+Bedded soft in moss and rushes,
+Safely bound with reindeer sinews;
+Stilled his fretful wail by saying,
+"Hush! the Naked Bear will hear thee!"
+Lulled him into slumber, singing,
+"Ewa-yea! my little owlet!
+Who is this, that lights the wigwam?
+With his great eyes lights the wigwam?
+Ewa-yea! my little owlet!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Hiawatha's Wooing.
+
+
+  At the doorway of his wigwam
+Sat the ancient Arrow-maker,
+In the land of the Dacotas,
+Making arrow-heads of jasper,
+Arrow-heads of chalcedony.
+At his side, in all her beauty,
+Sat the lovely Minnehaha,
+Sat his daughter, Laughing Water,
+Plaiting mats of flags and rushes;
+Of the past the old man's thoughts were,
+And the maiden's of the future.
+  He was thinking, as he sat there,
+Of the days when with such arrows
+He had struck the deer and bison,
+On the Muskoday, the meadow;
+Shot the wild goose flying southward,
+On the wing, the clamorous Wawa;
+Thinking of the great war-parties,
+How they came to buy his arrows,
+Could not fight without his arrows.
+Ah, no more such noble warriors,
+Could be found on earth as they were!
+Now the men were all like women,
+Only used their tongues for weapons!
+  She was thinking of a hunter,
+From another tribe and country,
+Young and tall and very handsome,
+Who one morning, in the Spring-time,
+Came to buy her father's arrows,
+Sat and rested in the wigwam,
+Lingered long about the doorway,
+Looking back as he departed.
+She had heard her father praise him,
+Praise his courage and his wisdom;
+Would he come again for arrows
+To the Falls of Minnehaha?
+On the mat her hands lay idle,
+And her eyes were very dreamy.
+  Through their thoughts they heard a footstep,
+Heard a rustling in the branches,
+And with glowing cheek and forehead,
+With the deer upon his shoulders,
+Suddenly from out the woodlands
+Hiawatha stood before them.
+  Straight the ancient Arrow-maker
+Looked up gravely from his labor,
+Laid aside the unfinished arrow,
+Bade him enter at the doorway,
+Saying, as he rose to meet him,
+"Hiawatha, you are welcome!"
+  At the feet of Laughing Water
+Hiawatha laid his burden,
+Threw the red deer from his shoulders;
+And the maiden looked up at him,
+Looked up from her mat of rushes,
+Said with gentle look and accent,
+"You are welcome, Hiawatha!"
+  Very spacious was the wigwam,
+Made of deer-skin dressed and whitened,
+With the Gods of the Dakotas
+Drawn and painted on its curtains,
+And so tall the doorway, hardly
+Hiawatha stooped to enter,
+Hardly touched his eagle-feathers
+As he entered at the doorway.
+  Then uprose the Laughing Water,
+From the ground fair Minnehaha,
+Laid aside her mat unfinished,
+Brought forth food and set before them,
+Water brought them from the brooklet,
+Gave them food in earthen vessels,
+Gave them drink in bowls of bass-wood,
+Listened while the guest was speaking,
+Listened while her father answered,
+But not once her lips she opened,
+Not a single word she uttered.
+  Yes, as in a dream she listened
+To the words of Hiawatha,
+As he talked of old Nokomis,
+Who had nursed him in his childhood.
+As he told of his companions,
+Chibiabos, the musician,
+And the very strong man, Kwasind,
+And of happiness and plenty
+In the land of the Ojibways,
+In the pleasant land and peaceful.
+  "After many years of warfare,
+Many years of strife and bloodshed,
+There is peace between the Ojibways
+And the tribe of the Dakotas."
+Thus continued Hiawatha,
+And then added, speaking slowly,
+"That this peace may last forever,
+And our hands be clasped more closely,
+And our hearts be more united,
+Give me as my wife this maiden,
+Minnehaha, Laughing Water,
+Loveliest of Dakota women!"
+  And the ancient Arrow-maker
+Paused a moment ere he answered,
+Smoked a little while in silence,
+Looked at Hiawatha proudly,
+Fondly looked at Laughing Water,
+And made answer very gravely:
+"Yes, if Minnehaha wishes;
+Let your heart speak, Minnehaha!"
+  And the lovely Laughing Water
+Seemed more lovely, as she stood there,
+Neither willing nor reluctant,
+As she went to Hiawatha,
+Softly took the seat beside him,
+While she said, and blushed to say it,
+"I will follow you, my husband!"
+  This was Hiawatha's wooing!
+Thus it was he won the daughter
+Of the ancient Arrow-maker,
+In the land of the Dakotas!
+
+                HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.
+
+
+
+
+The River-Lake.
+
+
+After the cooling shower
+Soft is the twilight hour
+  On the river-lake.
+Sweetly the plaintive note
+Gushes from whippoorwill's throat,
+Gently, gently we float,
+  Light as a fine snow-flake,
+  Down the river-lake.
+The dripping oars at rest
+  Their murmurous music wake,
+And ripple o'er the breast
+  Of the peaceful river-lake.
+
+The lovely shadows fall
+Like a sin-outshutting wall
+  On the river-lake,
+Charming the hour and place.
+The holiness we trace
+In Nature's quiet grace
+  Makes sacred for her sake
+  All on the river-lake.
+O this is purest joy!
+  This it is that makes
+Me love the wide St. Croix,
+  The river-lake of lakes.
+
+                E. L. FALES.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Song of a Nadowessee Chief.
+
+
+See on his mat--as if of yore,
+  All life-like sits he here!
+With that same aspect which he wore
+  When light to him was dear.
+
+But where the right hand's strength? and where
+  The breath that loved to breathe,
+To the Great Spirit aloft in air,
+  The peace-pipe's lusty wreath?
+
+And where the hawk-like eye, alas!
+  That wont the deer pursue,
+Along the waves of rippling grass,
+  Or fields that shone with dew?
+
+Are these the limber, bounding feet
+  That swept the winter's snows?
+What stateliest stag so fast and fleet?
+  Their speed outstripped the roe's!
+
+These arms, that then the steady bow
+  Could supple from its pride,
+How stark and helpless hang they now
+  Adown the stiffened side!
+
+Yet weal to him--at peace he stays
+  Where never fall the snows;
+Where o'er the meadows springs the maize
+  That mortal never sows.
+
+Where birds are blithe on every brake--
+  Where forests teem with deer--
+Where glide the fish through every lake--
+  One chase from year to year!
+
+With spirits now he feasts above;
+  All left us--to revere
+The deeds we honor with our love,
+  The dust we bury here.
+
+Here bring the last gift! loud and shrill
+  Wail, death dirge for the brave!
+What pleased him most in life may still
+  Give pleasure in the grave.
+
+We lay the ax beneath his head
+  He swung when strength was strong--
+The bear on which his banquets fed--
+  The way from earth is long!
+
+And here, new sharped, place the knife
+  That severed from the clay,
+From which the ax had spoiled the life,
+  The conquered scalp away!
+
+The paints that deck the dead bestow--
+  Yes, place them in his hand--
+That red the kingly shade may glow
+  Amid the spirit-land.
+
+                SIR. E. L. BULWER.
+
+
+
+
+"Mahnusatia."
+
+
+A pine-girt lake, broad spread; a glimpse
+Of clear-rimmed bay, encroaching lusk
+Upon a lapse of rocky vale;
+Beyond, a brunt-browed mountain, set
+Abrupt against a weary waste
+Of level, sparse-grown forest plain.
+Vanguard of Order's birth on Earth's
+Primeval stage, sphynx-like, the mount
+From chaos burst upon a world
+Of sea in space. It kept its head
+To the sun; it pierced the dense of the mists;
+It gathered forces, one by one,
+Until the land by light was kissed.
+The waters slunk away to Lake
+Superior's bent, leaving a child
+At play, on a plateau's breast, content.
+Marking the march of time, the mount
+Grew grim and gray, while ages stored
+Their riches at its feet away:--
+Ore-of-iron riches deep stowed
+In vaults of rock, for creature king
+Of future age to fit the key
+Of genius in their ancient locks;
+Stowed wealth to bless a nation, whose
+Motto: "Onward! Light!" befits it
+For that mountain's home, which pierced through
+Inchoate night; stowed signet seal,
+With which to stamp that fair land's Queen
+Of States, whose crested monogram,
+With sheaves of wheat entwined, the North
+Star scintillates.
+
+                            Guarding the till
+Of treasure, mountain, grim and gray,
+Playing with wind and wave, child-lough
+And lazy bay--Archaic group
+Are they, whose quiet naught details
+Of primal epochs; yet, as face
+Of man with furrowed wrinkles marked
+And seared, suggests his past life's course,
+Their presence in itself reveals
+The trace of annals which their calm
+Conceals. So Mystery's seeds were sown.
+Even the simple Indian folk,--
+Naive indigene of primitive plain,--
+Beheld with minds to quickened thought
+Provoked, that single skyward height
+Break stark upon the main and called
+It "Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog."
+Because, they said, it was the breast
+Of Mother Earth, which there arose
+To succor spirit souls in quest
+Of joyous hunting-grounds, of which
+Their wise men tell. And not to them
+Alone has nature from this rare
+Scene appealed to fancy; for, when
+Old Father Time, from out his horn
+Of plenty, had poured the years full
+Generations high upon the one
+To which this legend runs, the white
+Man came, bearing a waving stick,
+His country's standard, into these
+Proemial haunts. The lake, wine-stained,
+He called "Vermilion," but the mount
+Which broke upon his vision from
+Under a chastened moon, he named,
+"Jasper," after glories promised
+To the kingdom of his own God.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The wild rice bent its fragile stalk
+Beneath a crown of ripened grain;
+The birch and oak and maple blazed
+The Autumn's glory forth, and set aflame
+With red and gold, the northland pines,
+Perennial green. The light wind's voice
+Was muffled in requiem, mournful, low,--
+A parting song to Summer, sad, soft,
+And measured slow. Timed to the chant
+Of death, but tuned to death's sweet hope--
+Joy-hope of sorrow born--fair birth,
+A freer life of fuller scope!
+The sinking sun set all ablush
+The bosom of the lake. Upon the edge
+Of twilight rode the specter moon--
+Swift pinioned bird of noiseless flight--
+And hung a halo far above
+Mount Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog.
+Along the shard-strewn shore, a band
+Of Chippeway braves had pitched their camp,
+To celebrate, with rites of their
+Medawe, the flooding season's
+Tide of full-grown grain. In and out
+Among the shadow-lengthened pines,
+Their dusky forms moved, one by one,
+To circle silently around
+The council fire. And when the tribe
+Were gathered all, the day was done;
+Its splendor shifted to the Queen
+Of Night, that, flushed with triumph, flung
+Adown the path of sky, beyond
+Mount Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog
+A bridge of golden gleams, to lose
+Themselves within the darkling depths
+Of Lake Vermilion's lifeless bay.
+
+Then Guteba, like Jacob's son,
+The favored one of twelve, arose.
+No warrior paint his tawny skin
+Bedecked, nor eagle plume, nor claw
+Of beast adorned his royal head--
+Base custom that of vulgar herd.
+He wore a girt of wampum, nor
+Need had he of other raiment;
+For form erect, and sinewy frame
+And kindling eye, bespoke the garb
+Of manhood.
+
+                Thus he addressed them:
+"From yonder window, framed in sky,
+Swings Ko-go-gau-pa-gon.
+The God of Life has placed it there.
+Down-hanging from the happy land,
+Where spirits go, it forms a bridge,
+O'er which all ransomed souls must cross.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+In fineness built, of beam of moon,
+It sinks and rolls, my children. But
+The light of foot and brave of heart
+Fear not. And one thing mark: before
+An Indian may touch sole upon
+Those gleaming strands of gold, he first
+Must navigate the bay, within
+Whose darkly deep and treacherous bounds
+The water, shamming, seems to sleep,
+But only lies, like cunning fox,
+To snare unwary passers-by
+And hold them from their homeward way.
+
+"The story is not new. It is
+Told with every year, as I do tell
+It now, when comes Medawe time;
+When all the earth was young in youth
+The mighty Water reigned thereon
+And breath of life was not. Then, here,
+Upon the wind was heard a voice
+In thunder tones, which said unto
+The Water, 'Kitchie Gumme, I
+Am Gezha Manitou--of Life
+The Master Spirit. Lo! I bid
+Thy waves recede. Here, leading up
+Past Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog
+Unto the Soul's Hereafter, I
+Have established Ke-wa-ku-na.
+Thy waters overleap my path
+So that my children cannot pass.
+Thou'st gone too far. Retreat to serve
+Within the spacious metes which I
+Have set for thee.' Because the waves
+Would not, Gezha Manitou hurled
+Them back upon each other, till
+They sank deeper and deeper and
+Deeper into perpetual sea.
+Time does not count backward beyond
+That struggle, but the water's voice
+Has ever since been dumb where it
+Took place; his arms have there refused
+The birch canoe to cradle, or
+The fish to succor. There, also
+He called the Matchie Manitou,
+The evil ones, to do his will.
+They slew the buffalo, until
+The rocks turned red with blood. They stole
+The souls of them who sought to pass
+The water grave; and man grew sad
+And heavy-hearted. Then the voice
+Of Gezha Manitou again
+Was heard in words of speech to say:
+'When winter snows, and springtime showers,
+And summer suns have rounded out
+The moon of ripened grain, light fires
+To mark the places where your dead
+Await my messengers to guide
+Them home. Of meat to eat provide
+Them none; but shape their arrows strong
+And true. My buffalo will herd
+Upon the water, and, along
+The shores, thy garnered stores of grass
+And grain must yield them food. Their horns
+Will golden glimmer on the night
+To make them easy prey for home
+Bound souls, and they shall not be harmed
+By Matchie Manitou. All clothed
+In serpent skin and sharpened tooth
+And poisoned tongue, my guides will come.
+Then, let the living wary be
+And go not near the tombs after
+The haze of dusk turns dark of night;
+For swift my heralds will approach
+Those ghostly haunts with sure demand
+For every soul that's found therein,
+Be it in body dead or quick.'
+
+"The month, the day, the hour is here,
+My children, when the dead may cross
+To Ke-wa-ku-na less the fear
+Of harm, and we have come to say
+The last farewell. Wacumic's tomb,
+Among the rest, awaits the torch.
+In council, he was the Wise Man;
+In war, the Brave Chief, and at home
+The Best Loved,--his forefathers famed
+For deeds of valor, virtue, and
+Wisdom far back as memory takes
+The trail. His name, interpreted
+'The waters ceased and earth began,'
+Denotes the time to which his line
+Of lineage runs. His spirit craves
+The promised land of happy hunt,
+And chase, and sweetly flowing streams.
+Our numbers are few, but our hearts
+Are strong. We are weak from the loss
+Of many battles, far from home;
+Our horizon is shadowed by the Sioux;
+Their echoing songs ring the woodlands
+Through. Is it wise for us to light
+The zenith of our skies, e'en tho'
+It be with flame of sacred fire?
+Wacumic was my father; you
+My children are. I have finished."
+Against the circle's center stake
+The chieftain placed his wing-trimmed stick--
+Most curious crozier, which gave
+Unto the thought of him, whose palm
+It touched a brilliant speaking tongue;
+Resumed his honored place the tribe
+Among.
+
+    Then stranger far, than track
+Of wayward bird, or swirling wind,
+Was Janishkisgan's forward course.
+A maid of plebeian birth, she did
+Not ask the leave of public speech--
+A right to woman not allowed--
+But from her people, where she sat,
+With meekness due, stepped out and grasped
+The staff Guteba had released,
+Thus arrogating to herself
+The right of oracle.
+
+                  She said:
+"I was thy dead chief's handmaid, Friends.
+Twelve months agone, I was with him
+Upon the battle-field alone.
+The Sioux were all around us; their
+Faces war-red painted; their cries
+Of vengeance filling all the air.
+He to his saddle caught me up.
+The Great Spirit strengthened his arm;
+The lightning whet his ax; the wind
+Speeded his pony's hoofs. Through walls
+Of human blood he cut our way,
+And on his tomb no single scalp
+The deed remarks, or notes the slain
+He left to whiten bones upon
+The plains. He saved my life. What can
+I better do with it than use
+It for him? Arrows ready make;
+Gather the grass and grain with which
+To feed the golden horns; prepare
+The fuel for the sacred fires
+And I will light and keep them bright
+Upon the tombs. From my lips
+Speaks Gezha Manitou. I have done."
+
+Upon the silence which her words
+Produced, the night-hawk's startling cry
+Succeeded, and, round and round, above
+Her head a milk-white falcon soared,
+Now sailing high, now skimming low,
+As if some mystic orison
+In exultation it performed.
+
+  Symbolic bird! Thy course no chance
+Directed. Talismanic art
+Thou held by this nomadic tribe:
+For, when the First Wacumic ruled
+The band, from all the hosts of field
+And feathery flock of heaven, thou wert
+Elected Totem. Favored One!
+Their fate forever linked to thine;
+Thy image crested on their shields;
+Thy every flight prophetic held!
+
+      Now, watch the trend of savage mind.
+Even Chief Guteba, who loved
+The Indian maid, knew that the bird
+A seal had put upon her, from which
+Her accomplished task alone would
+Freedom give; and drove his knife
+Into the thickness of his thigh
+Hilt deep, to ease his pain of heart
+That one so young, so fair and so
+Much loved withal, must need take thought
+Of courage.
+
+            The Great Medicine
+Confirmed the omen, in these words:
+"Daughter, thou art chosen: go forth.
+I give thee holy token, no
+Woman ever wore before. It is
+The medicine, which none but brave
+Of noble birth may wear. Though thou
+Art not of chieftain father bred,
+Still yet thou art born noble. Take,
+Janishkisgan, and to the top
+Of Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog.
+There let thine eye be keen, the path
+Of open safety to descry;--
+Use this plume of eagle plucked,
+To point to us the way. We will
+Prepare the arrows; grass and grain
+Arrange, and make the fuel ready for
+The flame upon the graves. When four
+And twenty hours have passed, light thou
+The fires upon the tombs, and keep
+Them brightly burning till the ripe
+Rich moon has emptied all its gold."
+
+  He hung the amulet about
+Her throat--the medicine, a bag
+Of dried, misshapen skin, that held
+The healing herbs--a homely guise
+That promised for them little worth;
+For, so are virtues ofttimes clothed.
+
+  She raised her eyes to heaven, as one
+Made free of fear and full of faith;
+Then moved away, while marveled all
+Who saw her glowing, peaceful face,
+Not knowing that her heart held court
+Within its inner self, as thus:
+"I thank thee, milk-white bird, that guides
+My path. E'en now Guteba's lips
+Are ripe to burst with love of me.
+I see it in his glance; I hear
+It in his tones. My heart doth not
+Respond. His presents are prepared
+With which to buy me from my sire;
+His wigwam waits his bride, but I
+Will never follow there. Thou hast
+Given me right, thou barbarous bird,
+To say him nay, who loves him not;
+For, where the handmaid must obey,
+The maid who lights the sacred fire
+And bears the medicine shall have
+Her equal say. And should my life
+Yield in my task, thou'rt kinder, Death,
+Than wandering heart from wigwam fire."
+
+  The Chippeway band to safety moved,
+Far toward the rising sun, and pitched
+Their camp anew; then hoped, less hope,
+For tidings of Janishkisgan,
+That never came.
+
+                Guteba's face
+The while was draped with care, his tongue
+With sadness locked. To muffled ears
+His wise men spake, when they implored
+Him, for his honor's sake, to take
+A wife--he being counted less
+Than man by Redskin code, who sits
+Within his teepee door, without
+The serving squaw and papoose squawk.
+
+  Meantime the Great White Bird, from out
+The North, came riding on the wind,
+Its wings o'er heaven spread, and shed
+Its down on hill and plain, the earth
+In snow deep lying. Fasted then
+Guteba long, and vowed unto
+Himself that, cold in death or rich
+In life, the maiden should be found;
+Across his shoulder flung his bow
+And arrow quiver; in his belt
+Placed tomahawk and battle-ax
+And lance; to westward sallied forth,
+Nor of his purpose spoke.
+
+  Three times the sun went round
+Its course and still he tarried from
+His home, while in the Chippeway camp
+Anxiety grew alarm at his
+Extended stay, and laggard seemed
+Each tiny fleeting moment to
+The last, until, when three times three
+The days had rolled into the past.
+A shout was heard, and sound of life
+And roll of drum and tramp of feet
+And happy, joyous song proclaimed
+The sachem's safe return.
+
+                        He came
+With flowing locks and steady step,
+And form erect, his people round
+About him flocking, wild with joy,
+And full of eager questions, put,
+Of where he'd been and what he'd seen;
+To which his only answer was:
+"Up Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog."
+As one possessed by purpose stern,
+He passed along, nor paused until
+The halt was made his wigwam door
+Before, where his aged mother stood
+To give him greeting. Something more
+Than sweetness beamed in welcome from
+His smile the while he took her hand
+In his and spoke that blessed name
+  Of "Mother."
+
+            Then, most sudden end
+Of joy!--into her outstretched arms
+He sank, as tho' he lent himself
+To gentle sleep, upon his lips
+The seal of Gezha Manitou;
+Else had they told the tale, the which
+To tell, had given him strength to bear
+A deep and mortal arrow wound
+A long march: How Janishkisgan
+Lingered from her father's tent
+To nurse the water Medicine Sioux,
+"Chief Minnepazuka" called, who, though
+For healing arts renowned, had down
+Been stricken with the plague upon
+The mountain top, his wisdom shorn
+Of power through lack of body strength
+With which to put it into use.
+The dead Chief's sense of justice craved
+The gift of further speech, to tell
+The facts that lead thereto as all
+Sufficient in themselves to plead
+Her pardon. How Janishkisgan
+Found the Sioux, near the jaws of death,
+And in her sympathy forgot
+That she a Chippeway was and he
+Of hostile stem. She took from him
+The secret he had wrested from
+The waves, and mixed a cure thereby
+With which his life she saved. She kept
+The fires burning, while waiting on
+His needs, nor gave him but the time
+That they required; yet both had learned
+A lesson, dear as life itself--
+Each to the other had taught it,
+And both had learned the same--learned to love
+With a love so holy, that they
+Must needs a union plan, in which
+There, too, should be united all
+Their severed bands. Guteba heard,
+With his own ears, the chieftain swear
+That he would bring from his far home,
+On western slopes, the richest gifts
+Of field and forest, to demand
+His bride from her own father's hand:
+And, with the rest, bring too, the white
+Winged dove of peace, nor claim from lips
+So passing sweet, one tiny kiss
+Without this all accomplished. Chief
+Guteba, hid in neighboring shrub,
+O'erheard these vows, with tomahawk
+Well aimed against the Sioux Chief's head;
+And, hanging on the words, felt all
+His being's manhood stir in plea
+For nobler action: fall down let
+The threatening blade, and, chief to chief,
+Challenged the Sioux to combat with
+The lance for Janishkisgan's hand;
+It being current practice, that
+He who victored in such a fray
+Was held a friend for aye, by all
+The vanquished chieftain's people. Hurt
+With fatal stab, the Chippeway Chief
+Had hastened home, to urge upon
+His tribe the well-earned peace, the which
+Minnepazuka's lance had won.
+
+  Inexplicable fate! That coined
+His lofty purpose and effort, staunch,
+Into the very ill, for whose
+Opposite good he sought; in death,
+Closed his lips, still undelivered
+Of their message, and left instead
+A gaping wound to cry, "Revenge!"
+
+  The tribe tore out their hair, and put
+The blackening pigment on, and sang
+Their grieving songs; athirst for blood,
+Unheeding danger, struck their tents
+And formed for march, in single file,
+Back, back in gloom, to silent tombs,
+Beside the dark, deep bay, below
+Mount Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog,
+There to lay their beloved chief's
+Remains.
+
+  And, there, Janishkisgan,
+Filled with the superstition of
+  Her kind, made pillow nightly on
+Her mother's grave, as well secure
+As tho' she slept within the wigwam.
+And there it was, one morning's dawn,
+The somber funeral cortège found
+Her. Most certain proof of innocence
+And guilelessness and conscience all
+At ease to rest upon a grave
+At night, was it considered. But thus
+To be, in calm repose, a smile
+Transcendent on the lips, as if
+Good spirits hovered near, almost
+Were past belief of seeing eye.
+So moved were they, who saw her there,
+They stole away in awesome hush
+Along a trackless trail, beneath
+A ledge of rugged rock. Above
+Their heads a bowlder's jutting edge
+Protruded, where, this early morn,
+Minnepazuka came to sing
+A song of love.
+
+  Alas! That she,
+Who dreamed of him, had dream so sweet,
+Her smile to him disastrous proved:
+For, in that northern wild, no spot
+So fit for ambush was as this
+Unbeaten, shrub-grown path of rock
+To which the Chippeways' impulse
+Led them; and none so ill-secure
+From ambuscading foe as this
+Same barren bowlder, upon whose
+O'erhanging height, the Sioux reclined.
+
+  His prelude, played on flageolet,
+In clear and clarion tones, broke through
+The still of dawn and fell on ears
+Of foes, who crept upon him, the while
+He softly sang:
+
+  "Oh, my Dove's Eye,
+Thou dear one, hearest thou not
+My voice? Thou lingerest far from me.
+I am the Water Medicine. Rocks
+Flow living streams if I but call.
+Thou sharest my secrets, wee one;
+Thou, too, hast quaffed of Immortal
+Waters. Why linger far from me?
+When the fever was upon me,
+Then wast thou near me, thou Sunbeam.
+Now, I am strong. To-morrow will
+I journey toward the setting sun.
+But I will come back again for thee.
+My people shall be thine, my own.
+Hearken to the voice of my song.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+My love is like the shining sun
+Upon the pure snow of the mount--
+It would blush upon thy cheek, but
+It would not destroy thee. Hear me,
+Gentle one; fear me not. Thou didst
+Not love the Chief Guteba. Thy
+Lips have confessed it to me, and
+My lance drank his heart dry. Now, thou
+Sleepest upon thy mother's tomb."
+
+  As like the lightning of the storm
+Forensic message on the walls
+Of heaven writes, to fill the earth
+With pause of tragic dread, so did
+Guteba's name, on alien tongue
+For one brief moment holden stay
+The stealthy steps that stole about
+The Sioux and closed escaping path
+Around him. And as thunder lends
+Unto the tempest's roar a voice
+More awful because of that but
+Momentary respite, so with
+The next succeeding breath, the air
+Was curdled with the Chippeway cry
+Of vengeance. Before the Sioux could
+Change within his grasp the place
+Of joyous flute for battle-ax
+He was surrounded by them and made
+                  Their royal captive.
+
+  In thongs bound
+Down and tortured, Janishkisgan
+Next beheld him. But love, like theirs,
+Which hath preserved itself through test
+In purity, knows not despair.
+Nor can it hush itself to ease
+If it can find the chance to act
+In the beloved one's behalf.
+So while the maid, well-honored guard
+Of sacred fires, passed freely round,
+From friend, to friend, with greetings kind,
+In measure full returned, her thoughts
+Were busy with the night.
+
+                                When all
+Was still beneath the stars, she left
+Her blanket couch, high-heaped on leaves,
+And let the prisoner free. Under
+An old oak tree they said farewell,
+Not without Minnepazuka's
+Protestations, who plead as thus:
+
+  "Oh, come with me, and be my bride;
+My home is on the prairies wide,
+Where West sweeps westward, in its pride,
+To mount the heights of mountain side;
+Where yellow glows the sunflower's gold,
+And earth rolls rich in mellow mold;
+Where cactus bloom and roses blush,
+And rivers sweep through greensward lush;
+Where deer and antelope and bear
+Abound as free as sunlit air;
+Where buffalo and cayote dwell
+And perch and trout the clear brook swell.
+Oh, come; oh, come, and live with me--
+To serve thee I shall happy be.
+I'll pluck thee bed of down of swan;
+Thy cares make light as foot of fawn;
+I'll build canoe of birch-wood bark
+To cradle thee, my Singing Lark.
+I'll rob the white bear for thy frock;
+I'll bring thee paint from red of rock;
+I'll note the honey-bee in its flight--
+Gather its sweets by bright moonlight.
+I'll coax the fishes from the wave;
+Thy slightest wish shall bind me slave;
+My arrow true its bow will fly
+To draw abundance from the sky;
+The heavens shall tremble at my voice
+And thy dear heart rejoice, rejoice.
+Oh, fly with me, these arms to bless;
+Rest, rest, my little love, on my breast."
+
+  "It cannot be, my beaming-eyed,
+Until our people are allied.
+My father's step is growing slow,
+No other child hath he. The snow
+Upon his head would pile did I
+But go with thee. I beg thee fly."
+
+  "No claim so binding is as love--
+Oh, come, oh, come, my nestling dove--
+Thy hands have set me free. And all
+The blame of my escape will fall
+On thee. Thy father will disown
+Thee; the children cruel will stone
+Thee, and----"
+
+  "And I will think of thee."
+
+  "Leave thee alone to bear such wrongs!
+Oh, no. Upon my wrists bind back
+The thongs. I will not freedom take.
+'Twere better far than price like this
+To perish at the stake. Bind back
+The thongs."
+
+  "Thou wouldst spare me pain? Then,
+Go. Each tiny, lapping flame of fire
+That fed its tongue on thee, would scorch
+The life-blood in my heart until
+Upon the funeral pyre, I'd throw
+My worthless self. I beg thee go."
+
+"Alas! Thy heart is cold to me."
+
+  "Nay, nay, not so; it all is thine.
+I give it in this kiss. 'Twill sing
+To thee from throat of bird; it will
+Echo on the wind; it will
+Caress thee from the dew;--'tis all
+I have; it is thine. Farewell."
+
+  "Gentle One, thou givest me life,
+To take it from me. Thou lily heart,
+Thou art my own, my other self:
+Thy god declares it unto thee,
+And mine to me."
+
+  "And over all
+Is the Great Spirit. Farewell."
+
+  "Thou wilt not go?"
+
+        "Farewell."
+
+              "Farewell."
+
+Sad fate, by human standard judged,
+The Indian maiden brought upon
+Herself. Given to eat with dogs,
+Clothed in rags, disgraced, driven from
+Her father's door, the power of love
+Sustained her. Magic Power, Great
+Architect, Superb Chemist Love!
+The heart that entertains thee
+Grows lofty in spirit gentleness,
+E'en tho' thou deignst to make it but
+Thy workshop. So Janishkisgan
+Knew thee. Fearing only to prove
+Unworthy of her august guest,
+She walked in the midst of scorn,
+Contempt, contumely, sneers and stern
+Displeasure, with that forbearance
+And kindly dignity, which re-won
+Her friends, despite themselves; so that
+At last they gave her pitying peace,
+And listened with their heart-strings tuned
+To life's better part, while she sang
+Her farewell song, each eve beneath
+The tree.
+
+            After a time the plague
+Broke out and lamentations rose
+On every hand. Old women made
+Their teas and plied their healing arts;
+The Great Medicine Men implored
+Gezha Manitou's aid, and all
+The vibrant air was resonant
+With invoking incantations.--
+Death marched on. Then Janishkisgan
+Bethought her of her lover's cure;
+Gathered the balsam root and mixed
+Therefrom the potent draught, as he
+Had taught her. Great Medicine
+It was, that brought the glow of health
+Into the faded, hollow cheeks,
+And all the people blessed the maid;
+Called her, "Mahnusatia," which means
+The balm that heals. Surrounded by
+The dread disease, she came and went
+Unscathed, as if by unseen hands
+Protected. Where her gentle tones
+Were heard or where her light step fell,
+It was as if an angel passed.--
+Wan faces smiled, and hearts felt hope,
+And trembling lips found voice to cry:
+"Mahnusatia! Mahnusatia!"
+
+Thus in love was she renamed.
+Reinstated and reintrenched
+Deeper then ever in hearts which
+Had once renounced her, still she lived
+As one apart. The seasons came
+And passed, and as they did, the tribe
+Changed camp, from place to place, with each
+Recurring Autumn to return
+To Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog;
+But "Mahnusatia" never left
+The silent village. There she kept
+Her vigil, night by night, under
+The old oak tree. Her form became
+Wasted; her eyes lustrous; her limbs
+Grew to tremble, but her voice was
+Sweeter, as on each even's breeze,
+In rain or shine, in storm or calm,
+Was heard her fond farewell. Her life's
+Last breath was spent in that farewell.
+Her body lay under the oak, whose
+Spreading branches caught up the sad
+Refrain, "Farewell, farewell," and gave
+It back again each eventide.
+
+  Her spirit lived in a thousand
+Tongues, for where the Chippeway saw
+The balsam tree, he turned his face
+Toward Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog,
+As Mahometan to Mecca, and
+Cried out in reverential tones,
+"Mahnusatia! Mahnusatia!"
+
+  It lives to-day, mere chance of fate,
+Perchance, a monument of fame,
+Than which nor time, nor nation, nor
+People have ever better built;
+A monument of State, that rears
+Its regal, star-crowned head above
+Its sisters', in the grandest, most
+Glorious Union, which the world
+Has ever known.
+
+  Yet who shall say,
+Who hath not infinite knowledge,
+It is but fortune's accident
+That honors such fidelity?
+Who, rather, shall not concede, that,
+Down the path of time, a fitness,
+
+[Illustration: THE RIVER LAKE.]
+
+Everlasting, perpetuates
+That sweet, sweet Indian name, which, in
+Nobler accents, English spoken,
+Echoes the wide, wide world around:
+"Minnesota! Minnesota!"
+
+                MRS. FANNIE L. STONE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Descending Star.
+
+(A CHIPPEWA LEGEND.)
+
+
+The Chieftain sat in his wigwam door
+  And smoked his evening pipe,
+While a crowd of Indian boys and girls,
+  Knowing his wisdom ripe,
+Were begging him to a story tell,
+  For votive offering brought,
+The tobacco loved by the aged sage;
+  So he told the tale they sought.
+
+"There was once a time when the world was filled
+  With a people happy," he said:
+"The crimson tide of war rolled not,
+  Nor against each other led,
+Each rival tribe their warriors brave:
+  For the nations were as one,
+The frightful scourge that has wasted us
+  Had, happily, not begun.
+
+"With game in plenty forest and plain
+  Abounded. None were in want
+And ghastly famine never touched
+  The tribes with its finger gaunt.
+
+[Illustration: CARVER'S CAVE.]
+
+At the bidding of man the beasts of the field
+  All meekly went and came;
+For they feared him not, nor reason had,
+  But all were harmless and tame.
+
+"Unending spring for winter's blasts
+  And chills gave never a place;
+Each tree and bush bowed low with fruit
+  So they needed not the chase.
+A carpet of flowers covered the earth,
+  While the air with their perfume
+Was laden. The songs of mated birds
+  Rose ever in sweetest tune.
+
+"The earth was indeed a paradise,
+  And man was worthy to live
+'Mong these delights in tranquil peace
+  That merit alone can give.
+The Indians--sole possession then--
+  Roamed here and there at will,
+O'er plains and lakes and wilderness--
+  Ah, that it were so still!
+
+"They numbered millions, as nature designed,
+  Enjoying her many gifts.
+The sports of the field were their delight;
+  Such life the soul uplifts.
+They watched the stars with loving gaze,
+  And thought that they must be
+The homes of the good, with the Great Spirit
+  In the heavens roaming free.
+
+"One night a star shone strangely bright,
+  Out-shining all the rest.
+At first they deemed it far away,
+  Its nearness never guessed.
+Then some declared they believed it stood
+  Just over the tree-tops tall.
+To solve the doubt a council of
+  The wisest men they call.
+
+"These went one night and found the star
+  Was something like a bird.
+It hovered just above the trees--
+  They feared, for they had heard
+From their forefathers that it might
+  A bloody war foretell,
+And over them a silent dread
+  Of some disaster fell.
+
+"One moon had waned--the mystery
+  No one could solve or tell
+If the omen of their heavenly guest
+  Foreboded ill or well:
+When a warrior had a wondrous dream,
+  A lovely maiden came
+And stood by his side--in sweetest tones,
+  She called him by his name.
+
+"'I love your beautiful lakes,' said she,
+  'Your mountains clothed in green,
+In yonder sky, shining above,
+  My sisters still are seen.
+But I have left them to come and live
+  Among your race, young brave:
+To find a suitable home for me
+  Go ask your sages grave.'
+
+"'And pray what form shall I assume
+  To be best loved by you?'
+The youth awoke and stepped from his lodge
+  The ominous star to view.
+It shone with undimmed luster where
+  It had stood for many a day:
+Yet he firmly believed it the visitor
+  His waking had driven away.
+
+"At early dawn the crier was sent
+  Around the camp to call
+The warriors at once to the Council Lodge,
+  And there before them all,
+The young brave told his dream so strange.
+  For love, they said, no doubt
+For love of man the star had come
+  And wandered thereabout.
+
+"To welcome her to earth next night
+  Five noble braves were sent.
+She took the pipe of peace, which herbs
+  A sweet aroma lent.
+Then with expanded wing she came
+  And hovered near their homes,
+Like one who wished to be at rest
+  But still unwilling roams.
+
+"In dreams she asked the youth again:
+  'Pray tell where I shall live,
+And what form now must I assume
+  To most enjoyment give?'
+He could not decide, so she was told
+  For herself 'twere best to choose.
+The tribe might through their ignorance
+  Her heavenly wisdom lose.
+
+"On the mountains first in the pure white rose
+  She dwelt; but all unseen
+By the tribe she loved: so next she went
+  To be the prairie's queen.
+She trembled with fear, with ceaseless dread,
+  At the hoof of the buffalo;
+For safety then a rocky cliff
+  She sought and glanced below.
+
+"'I know where I will live,' she said,
+  'Where glides the swift canoe
+Of the race I most admire, and where,
+  Dear children, always you
+My playmates can be. I will kiss your cheeks
+  As you slumber by the lake.
+Here with you all, my best beloved,
+  My home I will ever make.'
+
+"These words she spoke and alighted soon
+  On the water's limpid breast.
+Looked down at her image reflected there,
+  At last she was at rest.
+
+[Illustration: "THESE WORDS SHE SPAKE AND ALIGHTED SOON ON THE WATERS'
+LIMPID BREAST."]
+
+In the morning sun, as pure as heaven,
+  A thousand lilies basked;
+For Wah-be-gwan-nee, water lily,
+  The Indian children asked.
+
+"In the southern sky this bright star lived;
+  Her brethren can be seen
+Far off in the cold North, hunting the bear:
+  Meanwhile, with ardor keen,
+Her sisters watch from East and West,
+  And here, an exile lone,
+She sees her heavenly kindred fair
+  In the home that was her own.
+
+"My children, when the lilies pure
+  You pluck from the placid lake,
+Hold them toward heaven, their rightful home,
+  Abandoned for your sake.
+So they may be happy here on earth
+  As any sister star
+That, stationed in the summer sky,
+  Gleams brightly from afar."
+
+                IDA SEXTON SEARLS.
+
+
+
+
+The Trailing Arbutus.
+
+EPIGÆA REPENS.
+
+
+In the vast, primeval forest, unremembered moons ago,
+When the streams were dumb and palsied, all the earth was white with snow,
+When the eerie wind went chasing evil spirits through the wood,
+'Neath the gaunt and leafless tree-tops, an old Indian teepee stood.
+In it lived an old man only, with white locks and flowing beard,
+Clad in furs from head to foot-sole, like one to the north-land reared:
+
+Weakly his scant fire resisted the dread storm-fiend's icy breath,
+And its deep, portentous rumblings spoke of swift approaching death.
+Crouching there, "O Mannaboosho," cried he through the awful night,
+"Here behold me, thy brave warrior. I will conquer in thy might."
+Then the lodge door softly opened and in stepped a beauteous form
+Clad in ferns and sweet spring grasses. When she breathed, the air
+  grew warm.
+Large her eyes were, glowing brightly, as at night, the lustrous fawn's.
+Red her cheeks were like wild roses or bright carmine-tinted dawns.
+Long her hair and black as raven's, trailing o'er the frozen ground,
+And her hands with pussy-willows, like close-fitting gloves were bound.
+Fair wild-flowers crowned her tresses and her dainty little feet
+Were encased in two white lilies from the great lakes pure and sweet.
+
+Said the old man, "Ah, my daughter, I am glad to see you here.
+Though my lodge is cold and cheerless, it will shield you, never fear;
+But pray tell me, fearless maiden, how these icy blasts you dare
+To confront in such strange clothing? Will you not the secret share?
+I am old Kabibonokka, and my breath in ice congeals.
+When I shake my locks, the snow falls. All the earth my power feels.
+Hastily the birds fly southward and the squirrels safely hide."
+"Ah how strange!" replied the maiden. "I spread beauty far and wide.
+When I shake my raven tresses, soft, warm rain falls from the sky,
+All the birds come back a-building in the leafy tree-tops high."
+Thus they talked, but soon the teepee grew like summer, strangely warm,
+And the old man's head dropped listless o'er a soundly-sleeping form.
+High the sun rode in the heavens, and a bluebird, pert and trim,
+Called out, "Say-ee, I am thirsty;" and the rivers flowed for him.
+As the old man slept, the maiden passed her hand above his head,
+And he smaller grew and smaller, till, all mortal substance sped,
+But a mass of green leaves growing there remained upon the earth;
+And the fairy maiden stooping, with an air of quiet mirth,
+Took pink-tinted flowers and hid them all about beneath the leaves;
+And her sweet, fresh breath upon them, like a spell she softly breathes
+As she sings with clear, wild warblings, "of my graces, I give all;
+And who shall desire to pluck thee, on his bended knees shall fall."
+
+Then as onward moved the maiden, through the woods and o'er the plains,
+All the jocund birds sang to her, o'er her fell the spring-time rains,
+And the arbutus in beauty, 'neath her fairy footsteps sprung.
+Nowhere else in vale or woodland were the precious seedlets flung.
+Still Northern Minnesota, near the great unsalted sea,
+Trace we will the maiden's footsteps where these self-same blossoms be.
+
+                ADELAIDE GEORGE BENNET.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Nopa.
+
+
+In the shelter of the forest,
+  By the cataract's lonely brink,
+(Shadow Falls, we call them nowadays)
+  Where the red deer came to drink,
+Lived old Chaska and his daughter
+  Nopa, in their tepee small.
+Handsome was this dusky maiden,
+  Eyes like deer and form so tall.
+
+"Seche-do--bad man," said Chaska,
+  As the moccasin he laid down,
+Ready for the wampum finish;
+  Nopa's skill his work must crown.
+She had told him of an artist,
+  Sunny-haired with hand of snow,
+Whose canoe was fastened daily,
+  In the river just below.
+
+"Talk not to the treacherous white man,"
+  Chaska said, in tones of wrath,
+"Harken, daughter, to my warning;
+  Never must he cross my path!"
+But poor Nopa little heeded
+  Her old father's wise command;
+Watching close, each day and evening
+  For the footsteps in the sand.
+
+[Illustration: SHADOW FALLS.]
+
+Weeks have passed without his coming;
+  Weeks like years, so full of pain
+To the Indian maiden thinking,
+  "Will he never come again?"
+Surely now she hears his footsteps
+  Where the misty waters pour.
+Falling headlong down the chasm:
+  Nopa will return no more.
+
+Chaska hears her calling wildly;
+  Seeks to grasp the fleeing form
+Follows till the rushing waters,
+  Swollen with the autumn's storm,
+Cruel, cast his lifeless body
+  'Mong the rocks and caverns wild;
+Desolate, the lonely tepee
+  Waits the hunter and his child.
+
+Now, in autumn, when the aster
+  Nods its purple plumes in pride;
+When the black-eyed Susan coyly
+  'Neath the gorgeous sumach hides;
+And the golden-rod so stately,
+  To outshine all others tries;
+In the mist of early evening
+  Two dark forms are seen to rise.
+
+Chaska and his dusky daughter,
+  Shades from out the spirit-land,
+Flitting, falling, downward, downward,
+  Till they reach the shining sand.
+Vanish then beside the river,
+  Where her faithless lover's bark
+Once was moored. The waves, all lonely,
+  Lap the sands with shadows dark.
+
+                IDA SEXTON SEARLS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Sea-Gull.[18]
+
+A LEGEND OF LAKE SUPERIOR. OJIBWAY.
+
+_In the measure of Hiawatha._
+
+[The numerals refer to Notes to The Sea-Gull, in Appendix.]
+
+
+On the shore of Gitchee Gumee[19]--
+Deep, mysterious, mighty waters--
+Where the mânitoes--the spirits--
+Ride the storms and speak in thunder,
+In the days of Némè-Shómis,[20]
+In the days that are forgotten,
+Dwelt a tall and tawny hunter--
+Gitchee Péz-ze-u--the Panther,
+Son of Waub-Ojeeg,[21] the warrior,
+Famous Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior.
+Strong was he and fleet as roebuck,
+Brave was he and very stealthy;
+On the deer crept like a panther;
+Grappled with Makwá,[22] the monster,
+Grappled with the bear and conquered;
+Took his black claws for a necklet,
+Took his black hide for a blanket.
+When the Panther wed the Sea-Gull,
+Young was he and very gladsome;
+Fair was she and full of laughter;
+Like the robin in the spring-time,
+Sang from sunrise till the sunset;
+For she loved the handsome hunter.
+Deep as Gitchee Gumee's waters
+Was her love--as broad and boundless;
+And the wedded twain were happy--
+Happy as the mated robins.
+When their first-born saw the sunlight
+Joyful was the heart of Panther,
+Proud and joyful was the mother,
+All the days were full of sunshine,
+All the nights were full of starlight.
+Nightly from the land of spirits
+On them smiled the starry faces--
+Faces of their friends departed.
+Little moccasins she made him,
+Feathered cap and belt of wampum
+From the hide of fawn a blanket,
+Fringed with feathers, soft as sable;
+Singing at her pleasant labor,
+By her side the tekenâgun,[23]
+And the little hunter in it.
+Oft the Panther smiled and fondled,
+Smiled upon the babe and mother,
+Frolicked with the boy and fondled.
+Tall he grew and like his father,
+And they called the boy the Raven--
+Called him Kâk-kâh-gè--the Raven.
+Happy hunter was the Panther.
+From the woods he brought the pheasant,
+
+[Illustration: WELCOME ISLAND, THUNDER BAY.]
+
+Brought the red-deer and the rabbit,
+Brought the trout from Gitchee Gumee--
+Brought the mallard from the marshes--
+Royal feast for boy and mother:
+Brought the hides of fox and beaver,
+Brought the skins of mink and otter,
+Lured the loon and took his blanket,
+Took his blanket for the Raven.
+Winter swiftly followed winter,
+And again the tekenâgun
+Held a babe--a tawny daughter,
+Held a dark-eyed, dimpled daughter;
+And they called her Waub-omeé-meé--
+Thus they named her--the White-Pigeon.
+But as winter followed winter
+Cold and sullen grew the Panther;
+Sat and smoked his pipe in silence;
+When he spoke he spoke in anger;
+In the forest often tarried
+Many days, and homeward turning,
+Brought no game unto his wigwam;
+Only brought his empty quiver,
+Brought his dark and sullen visage.
+
+Sad at heart and very lonely
+Sat the Sea-Gull in the wigwam;
+Sat and swung the tekenâgun
+Sat and sang to Waub-omeé-meé:
+Thus she sang to Waub-omeé-meé,
+Thus the lullaby she chanted:
+
+Wâ-wa, wâ-wa, wá-we-yeà;
+Kah-wéen, nee-zhéka kè-diaus-ai,
+Ke-gâh nau-wâi, ne-mé-go s'wéen,
+Ne-bâun, ne-bâun, ne-dâun-is âis,
+Wâ-wa, wâ-wa, wâ-we-yeà;
+Ne-bâun, ne-bâun, ne-dâun-is-âis,
+E-we wâ-wa, wâ-we-yeà,
+E-we wâ-wa, wâ-we-yeà.
+
+TRANSLATION:
+
+Swing, swing, little one, lullaby;
+Thou'rt not left alone to weep;
+Mother cares for you--she is nigh;
+Sleep, my little one, sweetly sleep;
+Swing, swing, little one, lullaby;
+Mother watches you--she is nigh;
+Gently, gently, wee one, swing;
+Gently, gently, while I sing
+E-we wâ-wa--lullaby,
+E-we wâ-wa--lullaby.
+
+Homeward to his lodge returning
+Kindly greeting found the hunter,
+Fire to warm and food to nourish,
+Golden trout from Gitchee Gumee,
+Caught by Kâh-kâh-gè--the Raven.
+With a snare he caught the rabbit--
+Caught Wabóse,[24] the furry-footed,
+Caught Penây,[24] the forest-drummer;
+Sometimes, with his bow and arrows,
+Shot the red-deer in the forest,
+Shot the squirrel in the pine-top,
+Shot Ne-kâ, the wild-goose, flying.
+Proud as Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior,
+To the lodge he bore his trophies.
+So when homeward turned the Panther,
+Ever found he food provided,
+Found the lodge-fire brightly burning,
+Found the faithful Sea-Gull waiting,
+"You are cold," she said, "and famished;
+Here are fire and food, my husband."
+Not by word or look he answered;
+Only ate the food provided,
+Filled his pipe and pensive puffed it,
+Sat and smoked in sullen silence.
+Once--her dark eyes full of hunger--
+Thus she spoke and thus besought him:
+"Tell me, O my silent Panther,
+Tell me, O beloved husband,
+What has made you sad and sullen?
+Have you met some evil spirit--
+Met some goblin in the forest?
+Has he put a spell upon you--
+Filled your heart with bitter waters,
+That you sit so sad and sullen,
+Sit and smoke, but never answer,
+Only when the storm is on you?"
+
+Gruffly then the Panther answered:
+"Brave among the brave is Panther
+Son of Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior,
+And the brave are ever silent;
+But a whining dog is woman,
+Whining ever like a coward."
+Forth into the tangled forest,
+Threading through the thorny thickets,
+Treading trails on marsh and meadow,
+Sullen strode the moody hunter.
+Saw he not the bear or beaver,
+Saw he not the elk or roebuck;
+From his path the red-fawn scampered,
+But no arrow followed after;
+From his den the sly wolf listened,
+But no twang of bow-string heard he.
+Like one walking in his slumber,
+Listless, dreaming, walked the Panther;
+Surely had some witch bewitched him,
+Some bad spirit of the forest.
+
+When the Sea-Gull wed the Panther,
+Fair was she and full of laughter;
+Like the robin in the spring-time,
+Sang from sunrise till the sunset;
+But the storms of many winters
+Sifted frost upon her tresses,
+Seamed her tawny face with wrinkles,
+Not alone the storms of winters
+Seamed her tawny face with wrinkles.
+Twenty winters for the Panther
+Had she ruled the humble wigwam;
+For her haughty lord and master
+Borne the burdens on the journey,
+Gathered fagots for the lodge-fire,
+Tanned the skins of bear and beaver,
+Tanned the hides of moose and red-deer;
+Made him moccasins and leggins,
+Decked his hood with quills and feathers--
+Colored quills of Kaug,[25] the thorny,
+Feathers from Kenéw,[25] the eagle.
+For a warrior brave was Panther;
+Often had he met the foemen,
+Met the bold and fierce Dakotas,
+Westward on the war-path met them;
+And the scalps he won were numbered,
+Numbered seven by Kenéw-feathers.
+Sad at heart was Sea-Gull waiting,
+Watching, waiting in the wigwam;
+Not alone the storms of winters
+Sifted frost upon her tresses.
+
+Ka-be-bón-ík-ka, the mighty,[26]
+He that sends the cruel winter,
+He that turned to stone the Giant,
+From the distant Thunder-mountain,
+Far across broad Gitchee Gumee,
+Sent his warning of the winter,
+Sent the white frost and Kewâydin,[27]
+Sent the swift and hungry North-wind.
+Homeward to the South the Summer
+Turned and fled the naked forests.
+With the Summer flew the robin,
+Flew the bobolink and blue-bird.
+Flock-wise following chosen leaders,
+Like the shaftless heads of arrows
+Southward cleaving through the ether,
+Soon the wild-geese followed after.
+One long moon the Sea-Gull waited,
+Watched and waited for her husband,
+Till at last she heard his footsteps,
+Heard him coming through the thicket.
+Forth she went to meet her husband,
+Joyful went to greet her husband.
+Lo behind the haughty hunter,
+Closely following in his footsteps,
+Walked a young and handsome woman,
+Walked the Red Fox from the island--
+Gitchee Ménis--the Grand Island--
+Followed him into the wigwam,
+Proudly took her seat beside him.
+On the Red Fox smiled the hunter,
+On the hunter smiled the woman.
+
+Old and wrinkled was the Sea-Gull,
+Good and true, but old and wrinkled.
+Twenty winters for the Panther
+Had she ruled the humble wigwam,
+Borne the burdens on the journey,
+Gathered fagots for the lodge-fire,
+Tanned the skins of bear and beaver,
+Tanned the hides of moose and red-deer,
+Made him moccasins and leggins,
+Decked his hood with quills and feathers,
+Colored quills of Kaug, the thorny,
+Feathers from the great war-eagle;
+Ever diligent and faithful,
+Ever patient, ne'er complaining.
+But like all brave men the Panther
+Loved a young and handsome woman;
+So he dallied with the danger,
+Dallied with the fair Algónkin,[28]
+Till a magic mead she gave him,
+Brewed of buds of birch and cedar,[29]
+Madly then he loved the woman;
+Then she ruled him, then she held him
+Tangled in her raven tresses,
+Tied and tangled in her tresses.
+Ah, the tall and tawny Panther!
+Ah, the brave and brawny Panther!
+Son of Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior!
+With a slender hair she led him,
+With a slender hair she drew him,
+Drew him often to her wigwam;
+There she bound him, there she held him
+Tangled in her raven tresses,
+Tied and tangled in her tresses.
+Ah, the best of men are tangled--
+Sometimes tangled in the tresses
+Of a fair and crafty woman.
+
+So the Panther wed the Red Fox,
+And she followed to his wigwam.
+Young again he seemed and gladsome,
+Glad as Raven when the father
+Made his first bow from the elm-tree,
+From the ash-tree made his arrows,
+Taught him how to aim his arrows,
+How to shoot Wabóse--the rabbit.
+Then again the brawny hunter
+Brought the black bear and the beaver,
+Brought the haunch of elk and red-deer,
+Brought the rabbit and the pheasant--
+Choicest bits of all for Red Fox.
+For her robes he brought the sable,
+Brought the otter and the ermine,
+Brought the black-fox tipped with silver.
+
+But the Sea-Gull murmured never,
+Not a word she spoke in anger,
+Went about her work as ever,
+Tanned the skins of bear and beaver,
+Tanned the hides of moose and red-deer,
+Gathered fagots for the lodge fire,
+Gathered rushes from the marshes;
+Deftly into mats she wove them;
+Kept the lodge as bright as ever.
+Only to herself she murmured,
+All alone with Waub-omeé-meé.
+On the tall and toppling highland,
+O'er the wilderness of waters;
+Murmured to the murmuring waters,
+Murmured to the Nébe-nâw-baigs--
+To the spirits of the waters;
+On the wild waves poured her sorrow.
+Save the infant on her bosom
+With her dark eyes wide with wonder,
+None to hear her but the spirits,
+And the murmuring pines above her.
+Thus she cast away her burdens,
+Cast her burdens on the waters;
+Thus unto the good Great Spirit,
+Made her lowly lamentation:
+"Wahonówin!--Wahonówin![30]
+Gitchee Mânito, benâ-nin!
+Nah, Ba-bâ showâin neméshin!
+Wahonówin!--Wahonówin!"
+
+Ka-be-bón-ík-ka,[26] the mighty,
+He that sends the cruel winter,
+From the distant Thunder-mountain
+On the shore of Gitchee Gumee,
+On the rugged northern border,
+Sent his solemn, final warning,
+Sent the white wolves of the Nor'land.[31]
+Like the dust of stars in ether--
+In the Pathway of the Spirits,[32]
+Like the sparkling dust of diamonds,
+Fell the frost upon the forest,
+On the mountains and the meadows,
+On the wilderness of woodland,
+On the wilderness of waters.
+All the lingering fowls departed--
+All that seek the South in winter,
+All but Shingebís, the diver;[33]
+He defies the Winter-maker,
+Sits and laughs at Winter-maker.
+
+Ka-be-bón-ík-ka, the mighty,
+From his wigwam called Kewâydin--
+From his home among the icebergs,
+From the sea of frozen waters,
+Called the swift and hungry North-wind,
+Then he spread his mighty pinions
+Over all the land and shook them.
+Like the white down of Waubésè[34]
+Fell the feathery snow and covered
+All the marshes and the meadows,
+All the hill-tops and the highlands.
+Then old Péböân[35]--the winter--
+Laughed along the stormy waters,
+Danced upon the windy headlands,
+On the storm his white hair streaming,
+And his steaming breath, ascending,
+On the pine-tops and the cedars
+Fell in frosty mists of silver,
+Sprinkling spruce and fir with silver,
+Sprinkling all the woods with silver.
+
+By the lodge-fire all the winter
+Sat the Sea-Gull and the Red Fox,
+Sat and kindly spoke and chatted,
+Till the twain seemed friends together.
+Friends they seemed in word and action,
+But within the breast of either
+Smoldered still the baneful embers--
+Fires of jealousy and hatred--
+Like a camp-fire in the forest
+Left by hunters and deserted;
+Only seems a bed of ashes,
+But the East wind, Wâbun-noódin,
+Scatters through the woods the ashes,
+Fans to flame the sleeping embers,
+And the wild-fire roars and rages,
+Roars and rages through the forest.
+So the baneful embers smoldered,
+Smoldered in the breast of either.
+
+From the far-off Sunny Islands,
+From the pleasant land of Summer,
+Where the spirits of the blessèd
+Feel no more the fangs of hunger,
+Or the cold breath of Kewâydin,
+Came a stately youth and handsome,
+Came Según,[36] the foe of Winter.
+Like the rising sun his face was,
+Like the shining stars his eyes were,
+Light his footsteps as the Morning's,
+In his hand were buds and blossoms,
+On his brow a blooming garland.
+Straightway to the icy wigwam
+Of old Péböân, the Winter,
+Strode Según and quickly entered.
+There old Péböân sat and shivered,
+Shivered o'er his dying lodge-fire.
+
+"Ah, my son, I bid you welcome;
+Sit and tell me your adventures;
+I will tell you of my power;
+We will pass the night together."
+Thus spake Péböân--the Winter;
+Then he filled his pipe and lighted;
+Then by sacred custom raised it
+To the spirits in the ether;
+To the spirits in the caverns
+Of the hollow earth he lowered it.
+Thus he passed it to the spirits,
+And the unseen spirits puffed it.
+Next himself old Péböân honored;
+Thrice he puffed his pipe and passed it,
+Passed it to the handsome stranger.
+
+"Lo I blow my breath," said Winter,
+"And the laughing brooks are silent.
+Hard as flint become the waters,
+And the rabbit runs upon them."
+
+Then Según, the fair youth, answered:
+"Lo, I breathe upon the hillsides,
+On the valleys and the meadows,
+And behold, as if by magic--
+By the magic of the spirits,
+Spring the flowers and tender grasses."
+
+Then old Péböân replying:
+"Nah![37] I breathe upon the forests,
+And the leaves fall sere and yellow;
+Then I shake my locks and snow falls,
+Covering all the naked landscape."
+
+Then Según arose and answered:
+"_Nashké_![37]--see!--I shake my ringlets;
+On the earth the warm rain falleth,
+And the flowers look up like children
+Glad-eyed from their mother's bosom.
+Lo, my voice recalls the robin,
+Brings the bobolink and bluebird,
+And the woods are full of music.
+With my breath I melt their fetters,
+And the brooks leap laughing onward."
+
+Then old Péböân looked upon him,
+Looked and knew Según, the Summer,
+From his eyes the big tears started
+And his boastful tongue was silent.
+Now Keezís--the great life-giver,
+From his wigwam in Waubú-nong[38]
+Rose and wrapped his shining blanket
+Round his giant form and started,
+Westward started on his journey,
+Striding on from hill to hill-top.
+Upward then he climbed the ether--
+On the Bridge of Stars[39] he traveled,
+Westward traveled on his journey
+To the far-off Sunset Mountains--
+To the gloomy land of shadows.
+
+On the lodge-poles sang the robin--
+And the brooks began to murmur.
+On the South-wind floated fragrance
+Of the early buds and blossoms.
+From old Péböân's eyes the tear-drops
+Down his pale face ran in streamlets;
+Less and less he grew in stature
+Till he melted down to nothing;
+And behold, from out the ashes,
+From the ashes of his lodge-fire,
+Sprang the Miscodeed[40] and, blushing,
+Welcomed Según to the North-land.
+
+So from Sunny Isles returning,
+From the Summer-Land of spirits,
+On the poles of Panther's wigwam
+Sang Opeé-chee--sang the robin.
+In the maples cooed the pigeons--
+Cooed and wooed like silly lovers.
+"Hah!--hah!" laughed the crow derisive,
+In the pine-top, at their folly--
+Laughed and jeered the silly lovers.
+Blind with love were they, and saw not;
+Deaf to all but love, and heard not;
+So they cooed and wooed unheeding,
+Till the gray hawk pounced upon them,
+And the old crow shook with laughter.
+
+On the tall cliff by the sea-shore
+Red Fox made a swing. She fastened
+Thongs of moose-hide to the pine-tree,
+To the strong arm of the pine-tree.
+Like a hawk, above the waters,
+There she swung herself and fluttered,
+Laughing at the thought of danger,
+Swung and fluttered o'er the waters.
+Then she bantered Sea-Gull, saying,
+"See!--I swing above the billows!
+Dare you swing above the billows--
+Swing like me above the billows?"
+
+To herself said Sea-Gull--"Surely
+I will dare whatever danger
+Dares the Red Fox--dares my rival;
+She shall never call me coward."
+So she swung above the waters--
+Dizzy height above the waters,
+Pushed and aided by her rival,
+To and fro with reckless daring,
+Till the strong tree rocked and trembled,
+Rocked and trembled with its burden.
+As above the yawning billows
+Flew the Sea-Gull like a whirlwind,
+Red Fox, swifter than red lightning,
+Cut the thongs, and headlong downward,
+Like an osprey from the ether,
+Like a wild-goose pierced with arrows,
+Fluttering fell the frantic woman,
+Fluttering fell into the waters--
+Plunged and sunk beneath the waters!
+Hark!--the wailing of the West-wind!
+Hark!--the wailing of the waters,
+And the beating of the billows!
+But no more the voice of Sea-Gull.
+
+In the wigwam sat the Red Fox,
+Hushed the wail of Waub-omeé-meé,
+Weeping for her absent mother.
+With the twinkling stars the hunter
+From the forest came and Raven.
+"Sea-Gull wanders late," said Red Fox,
+"Late she wanders by the sea-shore,
+And some evil may befall her."
+In the misty morning twilight
+Forth went Panther and the Raven,
+Searched the forest and the marshes,
+Searched for leagues along the lake-shore,
+But they found no trace or tidings,
+Found no track in marsh or meadow,
+Found no trail in fen or forest,
+On the shore-sand found no footprints.
+Many days they sought and found not.
+Then to Panther spoke the Raven:
+"She is in the Land of Spirits--
+Surely in the Land of Spirits.
+High at midnight I beheld her--
+Like a flying star beheld her--
+To the waves of Gitchee Gumee
+Downward flashing through the ether
+Thus she flashed that I might see her,
+See and know my mother's spirit;
+Thus she pointed to the waters,
+And beneath them lies her body,
+In the wigwam of the spirits--
+In the lodge of Nebe-nâw-baigs."[41]
+
+Then spoke Panther to the Raven:
+"On the tall cliff by the waters
+Wait and watch with Waub-omeé-meé.
+If the Sea-Gull hear the wailing
+Of her infant she will answer."
+
+On the tall cliff by the waters
+So the Raven watched and waited;
+All the day he watched and waited,
+But the hungry infant slumbered,
+Slumbered by the side of Raven,
+Till the pines' gigantic shadows
+Stretched and pointed to Waubú-nong[38]--
+To the far-off land of Sunrise;
+Then the wee one woke and, famished,
+Made a long and piteous wailing.
+
+From afar where sky and waters
+Meet in misty haze and mingle,
+Straight toward the rocky highland,
+Straight as flies the feathered arrow,
+Straight to Raven and the infant,
+Swiftly flew a snow-white sea-gull--
+Flew and touched the earth a woman.
+And behold, the long-lost mother
+Caught her wailing child and nursed her.
+
+Thrice was wound a chain of silver
+Round her waist and strongly fastened.
+Far away into the waters--
+To the wigwam of the spirits--
+To the lodge of Nebe-nâw-baigs--
+Stretched the magic chain of silver.
+Spoke the mother to the Raven:
+"O my son--my brave young hunter,
+Feed my tender little orphan;
+Be a father to my orphan;
+Be a mother to my orphan--
+For the crafty Red Fox robbed us--
+Robbed the Sea-Gull of her husband,
+Robbed the infant of her mother.
+From this cliff the treacherous woman
+Headlong into Gitchee Gumee
+Plunged the mother of my orphan.
+Then a Nebe-nâw-baig caught me--
+Chief of all the Nebe-nâw-baigs--
+Took me to his shining wigwam,
+In the cavern of the waters,
+Deep beneath the mighty waters.
+All below is burnished copper,
+All above is burnished silver
+Gemmed with amethyst and agates.
+As his wife the Spirit holds me;
+By this silver chain he holds me.
+
+"When my little one is famished,
+When with long and piteous wailing
+Cries the orphan for her mother,
+Hither bring her, O my Raven;
+I will hear her--I will answer.
+Now the Nebe-nâw-baig calls me--
+Pulls the chain--I must obey him."
+Thus she spoke, and in the twinkling
+Of a star the spirit-woman
+Changed into a snow-white sea-gull,
+Spread her wings and o'er the waters
+Swiftly flew and swiftly vanished.
+
+Then in secret to the Panther
+Raven told his tale of wonder.
+Sad and sullen was the hunter;
+Sorrow gnawed his heart like hunger;
+All the old love came upon him,
+And the new love was a hatred.
+Hateful to his heart was Red Fox,
+But he kept from her the secret--
+Kept his knowledge of the murder.
+Vain was she and very haughty--
+Oge-mâ-kwa[42] of the wigwam.
+All in vain her fond caresses
+On the Panther now she lavished;
+When she smiled his face was sullen,
+When she laughed he frowned upon her;
+In her net of raven tresses
+Now no more she held him tangled.
+Now through all her fair disguises
+Panther saw an evil spirit,
+Saw the false heart of the woman.
+
+On the tall cliff o'er the waters
+Raven sat with Waub-omeé-meé,
+Sat and watched again and waited,
+Till the wee one, faint and famished,
+Made a long and piteous wailing.
+Then again the snow-white Sea-Gull,
+From afar where sky and waters
+Meet in misty haze and mingle,
+Straight toward the rocky highland,
+Straight as flies the feathered arrow,
+Straight to Raven and the infant,
+With the silver chain around her,
+Flew and touched the earth a woman.
+
+In her arms she caught her infant--
+Caught the wailing Waub-omeé-meé,
+Sang a lullaby and nursed her.
+Sprang the Panther from the thicket--
+Sprang and broke the chain of silver!
+With his tomahawk he broke it.
+Thus he freed the willing Sea-Gull--
+From the Water-Spirit freed her,
+From the Chief of Nebe-nâw-baigs.
+
+Very angry was the Spirit;
+When he drew the chain of silver,
+Drew and found that it was broken,
+Found that he had lost the woman,
+Very angry was the Spirit.
+Then he raged beneath the waters,
+Raged and smote the mighty waters,
+Till the big sea boiled and bubbled,
+Till the white-haired, bounding billows
+Roared around the rocky headlands,
+Rolled and roared upon the shingle.
+
+To the wigwam happy Panther,
+As when first he wooed and won her
+Led his wife--as young and handsome.
+For the waves of Gitchee Gumee
+Washed away the frost and wrinkles,
+And the spirits by their magic
+Made her young and fair forever.
+
+In the wigwam sat the Red Fox
+Sat and sang a song of triumph,
+For she little dreamed of danger,
+Till the haughty hunter entered,
+Followed by the happy mother,
+Holding in her arms her infant.
+
+When the Red Fox saw the Sea-Gull--
+Saw the dead a living woman,
+One wild cry she gave despairing,
+One wild cry as of a demon.
+Up she sprang and from the wigwam
+To the tall cliff flew in terror;
+Frantic sprang upon the margin,
+Frantic plunged into the waters,
+Headlong plunged into the waters.
+
+Dead she tossed upon the billows;
+For the Nebe-nâw-baigs knew her,
+Knew the crafty, wicked woman,
+And they cast her from the waters,
+Spurned her from their shining wigwams;
+Far away upon the shingle
+With the roaring waves they cast her.
+There upon her bloated body
+Fed the cawing crows and ravens,
+Fed the hungry wolves and foxes.
+
+On the shore of Gitchee Gumee,
+Ever young and ever handsome,
+Long and happy lived the Sea-Gull,
+Long and happy with the Panther.
+Evermore the happy hunter
+Loved the mother of his children.
+Like a red star many winters
+Blazed their lodge-fire on the sea-shore.
+O'er the Bridge of Souls[43] together
+Walked the Sea-Gull and the Panther.
+To the far-off Sunny Islands--
+To the Summer-Land of Spirits,
+Sea-Gull journeyed with her husband--
+Where no more the happy hunter
+Feels the fangs of frost or famine,
+Or the keen blasts of Kewâydin,
+Where no pain or sorrow enters,
+And no crafty, wicked woman.
+There she rules his lodge forever,
+And the twain are very happy,
+On the far-off Sunny Islands,
+In the Summer-Land of Spirits.
+On the rocks of Gitchee Gumee--
+On the Pictured Rocks--the legend
+Long ago was traced and written,
+Pictured by the Water-Spirits;
+But the storms of many winters
+Have bedimmed the pictured story,
+So that none can read the legend
+But the Jossakeeds,[44] the prophets.
+
+
+
+
+Sweet Water.
+
+A LEGEND OF DAHKOTAH LAND.
+
+
+Within the forest, by a crystal spring
+Where I, a weary hunter, paused to fling
+My form at length upon the velvet bank,
+And from the cool, delicious water drank
+A draught so comforting it well might seem
+The fabled fount of Ponce de Leon's dream,
+I met an aged half-breed, on whose cheek
+The marks of seasons wild and winters bleak
+Were softened by the warm light from the west--
+Sunset--the last day-beauty, and the best!
+Beside the spring he sat and gazed and dreamed
+In melancholy silence, till it seemed
+His very soul was pouring from his eyes
+And melting in that mirror, where the skies
+Were glassed in all their purity, and where
+No ripple reached the surface from the fair
+White bosom of the palpitating sand,--
+A constant flowing breast o'er Nature's grand,
+Tender, never weary heart! 'Twas life
+Of her life which I quaffed; 'twas sweet, and rife
+With flavor from foundations of her hills:
+
+'Twas strong with her strength; throbbing with her thrills;
+Enriched with her untainted blood; a part
+Of that divinity which rules my heart!
+Thus when at last I drew my lips away,
+And in the quiet of the closing day
+Gave voice to my delight, the old man turned
+To meet my glance. His deep eyes lit and burned
+With growing brightness, and he softly said:
+"This spring is sacred for the holy dead;
+The spirit of Sweet Water lingers here;
+The powers of mystery and reverent fear
+And lovely death brood o'er this sleeping wave--
+A monument for one who had no grave."
+Forthwith he poured into my willing ear
+A tale so wondrous I must tell it here:
+
+One morning in the strawberry moon,
+Her heart with Nature's heart in tune
+A maid went forth to meet the sun.
+That wonderous alchemist of day
+With mystic pigments had begun
+To tint the dark with twilight gray;
+On mystic fans the breezy hills
+Bestirred the air with perfumed thrills,
+And mystic voices tried to tell
+What dewy benedictions fell
+Through all the silent hours of night.
+The bend of eastern sky grew light
+With mystic rays of silver-green,
+Soon vanished in a violet sheen;
+And this fair, mystic phantom flew
+Before a potent golden hue.
+The maiden idly wandered over
+Banks of moss and beds of clover,
+Pausing as she strolled along
+To hear the sweetest wildwood song,
+Or watch the butterfly whose flight
+From meadow bloom to forest flower
+Enticed her pleasure-searching sight
+With Nature's happiest power.
+She passed along a forest trail
+'Neath trees that thrilled with morning life;
+Above the song-birds' concert strife
+She heard the blithesome call of quail,
+The scornful cry of blue-jay dressed
+In splendid robes, with lordly crest.
+'Twas joy to see, 'twas joy to hear,
+'Twas joy to wander without fear.
+O lightsome heart! O peaceful breast!
+Where yet no passion brought unrest!
+Gayly she tripped, unconscious all
+That any danger might befall.
+But suddenly the song-birds fled
+From all the branches overhead.
+Then on her startled hearing rang
+The sharp and vengeful bow-string's twang
+A whizz--a yell--a writhing mass
+Fell on the path she thought to pass--
+A tawny panther from whose side
+An arrow drained the living tide.
+With shrinking eyes she saw the beast
+Rolling in agony, until
+At last the sensate struggles ceased,
+And all that mighty frame was still.
+While she was wondering whose keen sight
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So well had sped the arrow's flight,
+A tall young brave stepped from the wood
+And silently before her stood.
+He gazed enraptured on her face,
+Her womanly charms, her youthful grace;
+And when he spoke, it was to tell
+The flattering things that win so well.
+She saw that he was one who fought
+Against her father's tribe, but naught
+Availed that knowledge for defense
+Against his passionate eloquence,
+And ere they parted on that morn
+Within her breast young Love was born.
+They met again, and many times,
+As young hearts have in many climes.
+At last, upon a starry night,
+Unable longer to resist,
+She gave up all and took her flight
+And went with him where he might list.
+While they had lingered in their love,
+The stars had swiftly marched above--
+And thus it chanced that on their way
+They met the heralds of the day.
+Her lover led through forests dim,
+He brought her to the river bank;
+His light canoe, all tight and trim,
+He drew from grasses tall and rank.
+They pushed away; no time was lost,
+And soon the placid stream was crossed.
+Again they plunged among the trees.
+Although no doubt had power to seize
+Upon the maiden's heart, she feared
+And wondered that her brave appeared
+To lose his wonted care; she knew
+'Twas strange to leave their tried canoe,
+But went, unquestioning, and thought
+His deeds would bring her fears to naught.
+To her astonishment, he led
+Her from the forest's sheltering spread
+Into a small and star-lit glade,
+And, turning to her, softly bade
+Her fear not, for a warlike band
+Encompassed them on every hand.
+They were her lover's friends in arms,
+The war paint on their faces filled
+Her faithful breast with wild alarms,
+For she herself would fain be killed
+A thousand times than that her flight
+Should lead her own to death that night.
+She clasped his arm with trembling hand,
+And lifted to his bold black eyes
+A look he could but ill withstand--
+Love's first reproach, doubt's first surmise.
+From cold, white lips her question broke:
+"Why do we thus these warriors meet
+So near the lodges of my folk?
+Why do you thus their presence greet?"
+Before his tongue could make reply,
+A burly warrior, standing by,
+Strode forward, and, with murderous look,
+His tomahawk before her shook,
+And fiercely said: "I am Two Bear;
+Great chief am I! 'Tis sweet to tear
+The craven hearts and drink the blood
+Of Two Bear's foes; a big red flood
+Shall flow from coward Sioux, this morn
+Their scalps Ojibway spears adorn.
+Why have you kept us waiting here?
+Behold, the sun will soon appear,
+The hour is late, the good time flies,
+And vengeance still unsated cries!
+Come," growled the brute, and clutched her wrist,
+And gave it rough and cruel twist;
+"Come, lead us now, with noiseless creep,
+To where thy Sioux dogs lie in sleep."
+Like thunderbolt from storm-filled air,
+The young brave sprang upon Two Bear;
+With mighty grasp he whirled him 'round
+And threw him fiercely to the ground.
+"Dog thou," he cried; "and darest thou pain
+This beauty with thy paws again
+I'll kill thee, ponderous as thou art!"
+Black with the fury in his heart,
+The bully rose, and toward the young
+And fearless champion wildly flung
+His tomahawk, which, lightly dodged,
+Swung through the hissing air and lodged
+Deep in the nearest cottonwood.
+Brief were the moments while they stood
+And glared into each other's eyes.
+Then forward leaped, with fearful cries,
+And joined in combat, hand to hand.
+With whirlwind sweep their knives outflashed,
+And lightning followed when they clashed.
+The maiden stood in dumb surprise,
+All heedless of the warrior band;
+Too anxious for her lover's fate
+To think upon his present state,
+Or care what stir she might create.
+Sternly the conflict raged. At length,
+Although he fought with giant strength,
+The youthful brave was overpowered.
+He fell; a crushing knee was pressed
+Upon his form, his foeman towered
+A moment o'er him, then his breast
+Received the cruel, plunging knife.
+The crimson flood gushed forth; a thrill
+Of anguish swept his features o'er;
+The light departed; mortal strife
+Would stir the living pulse no more
+Within that ghastly form so still!
+Her lover's awful death awoke
+The maiden from her flight-born trance.
+She flashed around one fearful glance--
+The peril of her people broke
+Upon her mind; she must be brave,
+For she alone could hope to save.
+She saw with horror and alarm
+Two Bear approach herself to claim
+As prize for his victorious arm;
+His wicked face was all aflame.
+'Twas worse than death for her to stay,
+And she must warn those far away.
+No time was her's for useless grief.
+She turned, and like a storm-chased leaf,
+Fled swiftly toward the river bank.
+Alas! A dozen leaps were all.
+The murderous tomahawk was thrown
+And cleft her brain. With one low moan,
+Upon her green death-bed she sank.
+But simultaneous with her fall
+A wild Dahkotah war-whoop rang
+From out the forest, and a wall
+Of warriors rose on every hand.
+With common stroke their bow-strings' twang
+Sounded death to that fated band.
+The avengers closed upon their foe,
+And ere they ceased the conflict wild,
+Laid every feathered top-knot low;
+In heaps Ojibway braves were piled.
+When all the last red scalps were torn
+They turned to find the murdered maid.
+All in her tribe would rise and mourn
+When dead before them she was laid.
+But strange event! With wondering tone,
+Each asked of each where she had flown.
+In vain they searched. They found her not;
+But there, upon the very spot
+Where she had fallen, a fountain gushed
+Which never man had seen before.
+They gathered round with breathing hushed
+And gazed, and wondered more and more.
+While every grass-blade growing near
+Was red and matted thick with gore,
+The overflow was sweet and clear;
+The bosom of the bubbling spring
+Was spotless as a spirit's wing.
+With single voice they all proclaimed
+The magic spot a sacred place.
+The vanished girl was thenceforth named
+"Sweet Water," and to see her face
+Dahkotah hearts will journey here
+Till from the earth they disappear;
+And when they die, their souls shall know
+The secret of its crystal flow.
+
+[Illustration: ROCK GATEWAY, LAKE PEPIN.]
+
+
+
+
+Death of Winona.
+
+
+Down the broad _Ha-Ha Wák-pa_[45] the band took their way to the Games
+  at _Keóza_,
+While the swift-footed hunters by land ran the shores for the elk and
+  the bison.
+Like _magás_[46] ride the birchen canoes on the breast of the dark,
+  winding river,
+By the willow-fringed island they cruise, by the grassy hills green to
+  their summits;
+By the lofty bluffs hooded with oaks that darken the deep with their
+  shadows;
+And bright in the sun gleam the strokes of the oars in the hands of
+  the women.
+With the band went Winona. The oar plied the maid with the skill of a
+  hunter.
+They tarried a time on the shore of _Remníca_--the Lake of the
+  Mountains.[47]
+There the fleet hunters followed the deer, and the thorny _pahin_ for
+  the women.
+From the _tees_ rose the smoke of good cheer, curling blue through the
+  tops of the maples,
+Near the foot of a cliff that arose, like the battle-scarred walls of
+  a castle,
+Up-towering, in rugged repose, to a dizzy height over the waters.
+But the man-wolf still followed his prey, and the step-mother ruled in
+  the _teepee_;
+Her will must Winona obey, by the custom and law of Dakotas.
+The gifts to the _teepee_ were brought--the blankets and beads of the
+  White men,
+And Winona, the orphaned, was bought by the crafty, relentless Tamdóka.
+In the Spring-time of life, in the flush of the gladsome mid-May days
+  of Summer,
+When the bobolink sang and the thrush, and the red robin chirped in
+  the branches,
+To the tent of the brave must she go; she must kindle the fire in his
+  _teepee_;
+She must sit in the lodge of her foe, as a slave at the feet of her
+  master.
+Alas for her waiting! the wings of the East-wind have brought her no
+  tidings;
+On the meadow the meadow-lark sings, but sad is her song to Winona,
+For the glad warbler's melody brings but the memory of voices departed.
+The Day-Spirit walked in the west to his lodge in the land of the shadows;
+His shining face gleamed on the crest of the oak-hooded hills and the
+  mountains,
+And the meadow-lark hied to her nest, and the mottled owl peeped from
+  her cover.
+But hark! from the _teepees_ a cry! Hear the shouts of the hurrying
+  warriors!
+Are the feet of the enemy nigh,--of the crafty and cruel Ojibways?
+Nay; look!--on the dizzy cliff high--on the brink of the cliff stands
+  Winona!
+Her sad face up-turned to the sky. Hark! I hear the wild wail of her
+  death-song:
+
+"My Father's Spirit, look down, look down--
+From your hunting grounds in the shining skies;
+Behold, for the light of my heart is gone;
+The light is gone and Winona dies.
+
+"I looked to the East, but I saw no star;
+The face of my White Chief was turned away.
+I harked for his footsteps in vain; afar
+His bark sailed over the Sunrise-sea.
+
+"Long have I watched till my heart is cold;
+In my breast it is heavy and cold as a stone.
+No more shall Winona his face behold,
+And the robin that sang in her heart is gone.
+
+"Shall I sit at the feet of the treacherous brave?
+On his hateful couch shall Winona lie?
+Shall she kindle his fire like a coward slave?
+No!--a warrior's daughter can bravely die.
+
+"My Father's Spirit, look down, look down--
+From your hunting-grounds in the shining skies;
+Behold, for the light in my heart is gone;
+The light is gone and Winona dies."
+
+Swift the strong hunters climbed as she sang, and the foremost of all
+  was Tamdóka;
+From crag to crag upward he sprang; like a panther he leaped to the
+  summit.
+Too late!--on the brave as he crept turned the maid in her scorn and
+  defiance;
+Then swift from the dizzy height leaped. Like a brant arrow-pierced in
+  mid-heaven,
+Down whirling and fluttering she fell, and headlong plunged into the
+  waters.
+Forever she sank mid the wail, and the wild lamentation of women.
+Her lone spirit evermore dwells in the depths of the Lake of the
+  Mountains,
+And the lofty cliff evermore tells to the years as they pass her sad
+  story.[48]
+
+In the silence of sorrow the night o'er the earth spread her wide,
+  sable pinions;
+And the stars hid their faces; and light on the lake fell the tears of
+  the spirits.
+As her sad sisters watched on the shore for her spirit to rise from
+  the waters,
+They heard the swift dip of an oar, and a boat they beheld like a shadow,
+Gliding down through the night in the gray, gloaming mists on the face
+  of the waters.
+'Twas the bark of DuLuth on his way from the Falls to the Games at
+  _Keóza_.
+
+
+
+
+The Legend of the Moccasin Flower.
+
+
+Minneopa was a maiden
+  Fleet of foot and fond of sport,
+She, her mother's only daughter,
+  Cared not for the harsh report
+That she left the woman's labor
+  To her only parent, while
+With the hunt and ramble busied,
+  Oft she wandered many a mile.
+
+Scarce her cousins could excel her
+  In the bending of the bow,
+Though they were so tall and manly,
+  With them hunting she would go.
+She had shot the timid rabbit,
+  With her arrows swift and keen,
+Now she wished to slay the red-deer
+  As the hunters she had seen.
+
+Beautiful she was, and graceful,
+  Like the young fawn she pursued,
+Gayly decked with beads and wampum,
+  For her mother fond endured
+With great worth this only daughter;
+  As her sire a chief had been,
+E'en the boyish pranks and pastime
+  For her no reproof could win.
+
+Tiny moccasins, so dainty,
+  Well her little feet encased,
+And her long braids streamed behind her
+  As down woodland paths she raced.
+"I will go alone and find them,
+  Then the red-deer I will kill."
+So she went, for all she minded
+  Was her own caprice and will.
+
+Warm and smoky Indian summer
+  Lent the earth a russet glow,
+And the hazel nuts dropped softly
+  'Mong the rustling leaves below.
+Far she wandered, but no creature
+  Caught her ear or crossed her path,
+Save the blue-jay in the treetop
+  Screaming oft in seeming wrath.
+
+Suddenly she heard a roaring,
+  Crackling sound. In sickening dread
+Looked and saw the forest burning
+  With a lurid flame and red.
+Fast she flew; the flames spread faster,
+  Caught her in their fierce embrace;
+Minneopa, never, never,
+  Will you now the wild deer chase.
+
+Ashes gray and failing cinders
+  Made for her a lonely grave.
+But with springtime came the verdure,
+  And the kindly grasses waved;
+Peeping up came gorgeous blossoms,
+  Never seen on earth before,
+Shaped and colored like the moccasins
+  That the Indian maiden wore.
+
+Some there were of heavenly coloring,
+  Such as clouds at sunset wear,
+White and rosy; they were emblems
+  Of the new ones waiting where
+In the spirit land she wanders
+  With her father strong and brave;
+And the mother, when she saw them,
+  Knew they marked her daughter's grave.
+
+                IDA SEXTON SEARLS.
+
+
+THE END.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+NOTES.
+
+
+WINONA.
+
+[Footnote 1: The name given by the Dakotas to the first-born, if a
+female.]
+
+[Footnote 2: Tipi, skin tent.]
+
+[Footnote 3: An edible root found on the prairies.]
+
+[Footnote 4: The Crow Indians, hereditary foes of the Dakotas, call
+themselves Absaraka, which means crow in their language.]
+
+[Footnote 5: Each Indian guest at a banquet carries with him his own
+wooden bowl and spoon.]
+
+[Footnote 6: Many Indians believe in the transmigration of souls, and
+some of them profess to remember previous states of existence.]
+
+[Footnote 7: A renowned chief, formerly living on Lake Pepin.]
+
+[Footnote 8: A supernatural monster inhabiting the larger rivers and
+lakes, and hereditary foe of the Thunder Bird.]
+
+[Footnote 9: The Falls of St. Anthony.]
+
+[Footnote 10: The name given to a first-born, if a male. Upon becoming
+a warrior or performing some feat of arms, the youth is permitted to
+select another name.]
+
+[Footnote 11: Hereditary foe of the Dakotas.]
+
+[Footnote 12: The Dakotas formerly disposed of their dead by fastening
+them to the branches of trees or to rude platforms. This is still
+practiced to some extent.]
+
+[Footnote 13: The Indians paint and adorn a body before sepulture.]
+
+
+HIAWATHA.
+
+[Footnote 14: "On the mountains of the prairie." (Mt. Catlin, etc.)
+Located near the boundary between Minnesota and Dakota, near the head
+waters of the Mississippi.]
+
+[Footnote 15: This quarry, located near the hills or mountains, was
+very famous among the Indians, who by common consent had made the
+adjacent territory neutral ground. Here they came and provided
+themselves with pipes, very necessary to the Indian's happiness. To
+apply the stone to any other use than that of pipe-making would have
+been sacrilege in the native's mind. From similarity in color, they
+even fancied it to have been made, at the great deluge, from the flesh
+of the perishing Indian.]
+
+[Footnote 16: In Northern Pennsylvania, on the Susquehanna River, the
+scene of a terrible massacre by the Indians and Tories in 1778.
+Campbell wrote _Gertrude of Wyoming_ on the incidents of that July
+5th.]
+
+[Footnote 17: A section of Alabama, taking its name from the chief
+defeated by De Soto in 1540.]
+
+"The Falls of Minnehaha." (The Scenery about Fort Snelling, etc.)
+
+
+THE DESCENDING STAR.
+
+This legend is related by Kah-ge-ga-gah-bawh, chief of the Ojibway
+Nation, or Chippewas, in his "Traditional History of the Ojibway
+Nation" purporting to be the first volume of Indian history written by
+an Indian. In common with his forest brethren, he "was brought up in
+the woods." Twenty months passed in a school in Illinois constituted
+the sum-total of his schooling. But he had learned the traditions of
+his people, as was customary, from the lips of the chief, his father.
+
+Through the stilted language of this somewhat unlettered Indian we
+catch faint glimpses of the poetic beauty with which the tradition
+glowed when actually related at the wigwam door. An attempt has been
+made to retain and crystallize this poetic beauty in the preceding
+metrical version of the Indian legend.
+
+
+THE TRAILING ARBUTUS.
+
+A new version of the beautiful and popular legend of the first spring
+flower, making the visitant to the old man's lodge a maiden, and
+identifying the blossom as the trailing arbutus, was told by Hon. C.
+L. Belknap of Michigan before the Folk-Lore Society in Washington,
+Dec., 1891.
+
+
+THE SEA-GULL.
+
+[Footnote 18: _Kay-óshk_ is the Ojibway name for the sea-gull.]
+
+[Footnote 19: _Gitchee_--great,--_Gúmee_--sea or lake,--Lake Superior
+also often called Ochipwè Gitchee Gúmee, Great Lake (or sea) of the
+Ojibways.]
+
+[Footnote 20: _Né-mè-Shómis_--my grandfather. "In the days of my
+grandfather" is the Ojibway's preface to all his traditions and
+legends.]
+
+[Footnote 21: _Waub_--white--_O-jeeg_--fisher (a furred animal). White
+Fisher was the name of a noted Ojibway chief who lived on the south
+shore of Lake Superior many years ago. Schoolcraft married one of his
+descendants.]
+
+[Footnote 22: _Ma-kwa_ or _mush-kwa_--the bear.]
+
+[Footnote 23: The _Te-ke-nâh-gun_ is a board upon one side of which a
+sort of basket is fastened or woven with thongs of skin or strips of
+cloth. In this the babe is placed and the mother carries it on her
+back. In the wigwam the _tekenâgun_ is often suspended by a cord to
+the lodge-poles and the mother swings her babe in it.]
+
+[Footnote 24: _Wabóse_ (or _Wabos_)--the rabbit. _Penáy_, the
+pheasant. At certain seasons the pheasant drums with his wings.]
+
+[Footnote 25: _Kaug_, the porcupine. _Kenéw_, the war-eagle.]
+
+[Footnote 26: _Ka-be-bon-ik-ka_ is the god of storms, thunder,
+lightning, etc. His home is on Thunder-Cap at Thunder-Bay, Lake
+Superior. By his magic the giant that lies on the mountain was turned
+to stone. He always sends warnings before he finally sends the severe
+cold of winter, in order to give all creatures time to prepare for
+it.]
+
+[Footnote 27: _Kewâydin_, or _Kewâytin_, is the North wind or
+Northwest wind.]
+
+[Footnote 28: _Algónkin_ is the general name applied to all tribes
+that speak the Ojibway language or dialects of it.]
+
+[Footnote 29: This is the favorite "love-broth" of the Ojibway squaws.
+The warrior who drinks it immediately falls desperately in love with
+the woman who gives it to him. Various tricks are devised to conceal
+the nature of the "medicine" and to induce the warrior to drink it;
+but when it is mixed with a liberal quantity of "fire-water" it is
+considered irresistible.]
+
+[Footnote 30:
+
+Translation: Woe-is-me! Woe-is-me!
+             Great Spirit, behold me!
+             Look, Father; have pity upon me!
+             Woe-is-me! Woe-is-me!
+
+]
+
+[Footnote 31: Snow-storms from the Northwest.]
+
+[Footnote 32: The Ojibways, like the Dakotas, call the Via Lactea
+(Milky Way) the Pathway of the Spirits.]
+
+[Footnote 33: Shinge-bis, the diver, is the only water-fowl that
+remains about Lake Superior all winter.]
+
+[Footnote 34: Waub-ésè--the white swan.]
+
+[Footnote 35: _Pé-boân_, Winter, is represented as an old man with
+long white hair and beard.]
+
+[Footnote 36: _Según_ is Spring (or Summer). This beautiful allegory
+has been "done into verse" by Longfellow in _Hiawatha_. Longfellow
+evidently took his version from Schoolcraft. I took mine originally
+from the lips of _Pah-go-nay-gie-shiek_--"Hole-in-the-day,"--(the
+elder), in his day head-chief of the Ojibways. I afterward submitted
+it to _Gitche Shabâsh-Konk_, head-chief of the _Misse-sah-ga-é-gun_
+--(Mille Lac's band of Ojibways), who pronounced it correct.
+
+"Hole-in-the-day," although sanctioned by years of unchallenged use,
+is a bad translation of _Pah-go-nay-gie-shiek_, which means a _clear
+spot in the sky_.
+
+He was a very intelligent man; had been in Washington several times on
+business connected with his people, and was always shrewd enough to
+look out for himself in all his treaties and transactions with the
+Government. He stood six feet two inches in his moccasins, was
+well-proportioned, and had a remarkably fine face. He had a nickname--
+_Que-we-zánc_ (Little Boy)--by which he was familiarly called by his
+people.
+
+The Pillagers--_Nah-kánd-tway-we-nin-ni-wak_--who live about Leech
+Lake (_Kah-sah-gah-squah-g-me-cock_) were opposed to
+_Pa-go-nay-gie-shiek_, but he compelled them through fear to recognize
+him as Head-Chief. At the time of the "Sioux outbreak" in 1862
+"Hole-in-the-day" for a time apparently meditated an alliance with the
+Po-áh-nuck (Dakotas) and war upon the whites. The Pillagers and some
+other bands urged him strongly to this course, and his supremacy as
+head-chief was threatened unless he complied. Messengers from the
+Dakotas were undoubtedly received by him, and he, for a time at least,
+led the Dakotas to believe that their hereditary enemies, the
+Ojibways, would bury the hatchet and join them in a war of
+extermination against the whites. "Hole-in-the-day," with a band of
+his warriors, appeared opposite Fort Ripley (situated on the west bank
+of the Mississippi River between Little Falls and Crow Wing), and
+assumed a threatening attitude toward the fort, then garrisoned by
+volunteer troops. The soldiers were drawn up on the right bank and
+"Hole-in-the-day" and his warriors on the left. A little speech-making
+settled the matter for the time being and very soon thereafter a new
+treaty was made with "Hole-in-the-day" and his head men, by which
+their friendship and allegiance were secured to the whites. It was
+claimed by the Pillagers that "Hole-in-the-day" seized the occasion to
+profit personally in his negotiations with the agents of the
+Government.
+
+In 1867 "Hole-in-the-day" took "another wife." He married Helen
+McCarty, a white woman, in Washington, D. C., and took her to his home
+at Gull Lake (_Ka-ga-ya-skúnc-cock_) literally, _plenty of little
+gulls_.
+
+She bore him a son who is known as Joseph H. Woodbury, and now (1891)
+resides in the city of Minneapolis. His marriage with a white woman
+increased the hatred of the Pillagers, and they shot him from ambush
+and killed him near _Ninge-tá-we-de-guá-yonk_--Crow Wing--on the 27th
+day of June, 1868.
+
+At the time of his death, "Hole-in-the-day" was only thirty-seven
+years old, but had been recognized as Head-Chief for a long time. He
+could speak some English, and was far above the average of white men
+in native shrewdness and intelligence. He was thoroughly posted in the
+traditions and legends of his people.
+
+The Ojibways have for many years been cursed by contact with the worst
+elements of the whites, and seem to have adopted the vices rather than
+the virtues of civilization. I once spoke of this to
+"Hole-in-the-day." His reply was terse and truthful--"_Mádgè
+tche-mó-ko-mon, mádgè a-nische-nábé: menógé tche-mó-ko-mon, menó
+a-nischè-nábè._--Bad white men, bad Indians: good white men, good
+Indians."]
+
+[Footnote 37: _Nah_--look, see. _Nashké_--behold.]
+
+[Footnote 38: _Kee-zis_--the sun,--the father of life. _Waubúnong_--or
+_Waub-ó-nong_--is the White Land or Land of Light,--the Sunrise, the
+East.]
+
+[Footnote 39: The Bridge of Stars spans the vast sea of the skies, and
+the sun and moon walk over on it.]
+
+[Footnote 40: The _Miscodeed_ is a small white flower with a pink
+border. It is the earliest blooming wild flower on the shores of Lake
+Superior, and belongs to the crocus family.]
+
+[Footnote 41: The _Ne-be-naw-baigs_, are Water-spirits; they dwell in
+caverns in the depths of the lake, and in some respects resemble the
+_Unktéhee_ of the Dakotas.]
+
+[Footnote 42: _Ogema_, Chief,--_Oge-má-kwá_--female Chief. Among the
+Algónkin tribes women are sometimes made chiefs. _Net-nó-kwa_, who
+adopted Tanner as her son, was _Oge-mâ-kwá_ of a band of Ottawas. See
+_John Tanner's Narrative_, p. 36.]
+
+[Footnote 43: The "Bridge of Souls" leads from the earth over dark and
+stormy waters to the spirit-land. The "Dark River" seems to have been
+a part of the superstitions of all nations.]
+
+[Footnote 44: The _Jossakeeds_ of the Ojibways are soothsayers who are
+able, by the aid of spirits, to read the past as well as the future.]
+
+
+DEATH OF WINONA.
+
+Mr. Gordon has taken for his theme the love of the beautiful maiden
+Winona for Du Luth the explorer. He leaves her to continue his
+travels, and she, driven to desperation at the thought of marriage
+with Tauedoka, whom she loathes, takes her life.
+
+[Footnote 45: The Dakota name for the Mississippi.]
+
+[Footnote 46: Wild geese.]
+
+[Footnote 47: Lake Pepin: by Hennepin called the Lake of
+Tears.--Called by the Dakotas Pem-uee-chah-mday--Lake of the
+Mountain.]
+
+[Footnote 48: The rock from which Winona leaped was formerly
+perpendicular to the water's edge and she leaped into the lake. The
+rock to-day is crumbled and the waters have receded to some distance
+from the rock. Winona's spirit is said to still haunt the lake.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber's Notes
+
+Original variations in spelling, grammar, punctuation, diacritical
+marks, and hyphenation have been retained, except for the following
+changes:
+
+Page 5: CONTENTS: Changed some titles slightly to match the poem
+titles.
+
+Page 48: relf-reliant changed to self-reliant
+  (Fearless and relf-reliant, she could go)
+
+Page 91: Period changed to comma after warriors
+  (Ah, no more such noble warriors.
+   Could be found on earth as they were!)
+
+Page 130: Illustration caption changed from LIMPED to LIMPID
+  ("... AND ALIGHTED SOON ON THE WATERS' LIMPED BREAST.")
+
+Page 149: whie changed to white
+  (Like the whie down of Waubésè)
+
+Page 171: No footnote reference for pahin, so footnote anchor removed.
+  (There the fleet hunters followed the deer, and the thorny _pahin_
+   for the women.)
+
+Pages 179-184: Notes renumbered sequentially.
+
+Page 182: "Hold-in-the-day" changed to "Hole-in-the-day"
+  ("Sioux outbreak" in 1862 "Hold-in-the-day" for a time)
+
+Page 184: WINONA changed to DEATH OF WINONA to match poem title.
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Indian Legends of Minnesota, by Various
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+Title: Indian Legends of Minnesota
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: Mrs. Cordenio A. Severance
+
+Release Date: June 14, 2008 [EBook #25794]
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+Language: English
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+</pre>
+
+
+
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;">
+<img src="images/image000.jpg" width="410" height="580" alt="(cover)" title="" />
+<span class="caption">(cover)</span>
+</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 338px;">
+<img src="images/image001.jpg" width="338" height="580" alt="MINNEHAHA. (Frontispiece.)" title="MINNEHAHA. (Frontispiece.)" />
+<span class="caption">MINNEHAHA. (Frontispiece.)</span>
+</p>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1"></a></span></p>
+<h1>INDIAN LEGENDS OF<br />
+MINNESOTA</h1>
+
+
+
+<h4>COMPILED BY</h4>
+
+<h2>MRS. CORDENIO A. SEVERANCE</h2>
+
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="poem">
+<tr><td align='left'>"Then a darker, drearier vision</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Passed before me vague and cloudlike;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>I beheld our nation scattered,</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>All forgetful of my council,</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Weakened, warring with each other:</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Saw the remnant of our people</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Sweeping westward, wild and woful,</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Like the cloud rack of a tempest,</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Like the withered leaves of Autumn!"</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+<h4>D. D. MERRILL COMPANY</h4>
+
+<h5>NEW YORK <span class="smcap">and</span> SAINT PAUL</h5>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 33%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2"></a></span></p>
+<h6><span class="smcap">Copyrighted</span>, 1893,</h6>
+
+<h5>D. D. MERRILL CO.</h5>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 33%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3"></a></span></p>
+<h2>Dedication,</h2>
+
+<p class="center">TO</p>
+
+<h3>MRS. FRANCIS B. CLARKE</h3>
+
+<p class="center">AND</p>
+
+<h3>MR. DELOS A. MONTFORT,</h3>
+
+<p class="center">UNDER WHOSE INSPIRATION AND THROUGH WHOSE</p>
+
+<p class="center">ASSISTANCE THIS UNDERTAKING HAS BEEN</p>
+
+<p class="center">MADE POSSIBLE, THIS VOLUME IS</p>
+
+<p class="center">RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5"></a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="toc">
+<tr><td align='left'>&nbsp;</td><td align='right'><span class="smcap">page</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Lone War-Path.</span> Elaine Goodale Eastman,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Fond Hearts of the Forest</span>,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Anpetusapa</span>,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Winona</span>,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Peace-Pipe Quarry.</span> Adelaide George Bennett,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Song of Hiawatha.</span> Henry W. Longfellow,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Hiawatha's Wooing.</span> Henry W. Longfellow,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The River-Lake.</span> E. L. Fales,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Song of a Nadowessee Chief.</span> Sir E. L. Bulwer,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">"Mahnusatia."</span> Fannie L. Stone,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Descending Star.</span> Ida Sexton Searls,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Trailing Arbutus.</span> Adelaide George Bennett,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Nopa.</span> Ida Sexton Searls,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Sea-Gull</span>,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Sweet Water</span>,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_162">162</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Death of Winona.</span> H. L. Gordon,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_171">171</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Legend of the Moccasin Flower.</span> Ida Sexton Searls,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_175">175</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Notes</span>,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In presenting to the public this volume the
+compiler wishes to disown any attempt at a
+complete collection of Indian legends; both her
+knowledge of arch&aelig;ology, and the time allowed for
+the completion of the work are inadequate to such
+an achievement. She has attempted to gather the
+more noticeable legends already in verse in order
+to stimulate interest in the scenery and romance
+of her State. From its name&mdash;Minnesota&mdash;to its
+floral emblem&mdash;the moccasin flower&mdash;the State
+everywhere bears the impress of former occupation.
+About every lake, forest, and valley clings the
+aroma of romance in the form of name or legend
+of the vanished Red Man.</p>
+
+<p>The indistinct memory of his loves, wars, and
+adventures is growing rapidly fainter, until even
+the story-teller himself is confused as to the relation
+between event and locality. It has therefore
+seemed wise to link indissolubly scene and incident,
+that the poetry of those who have here lived and
+loved may not be completely displaced by the
+prosaic commerce of the white man.</p>
+
+<p>The compiler wishes also to express her thanks
+to the writers who have allowed their works to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>
+reappear in this volume: To Rev. E. D. Neill, D.D.,
+for much valuable counsel, and to Houghton,
+Mifflin &amp; Co., for permission to make extracts from
+Hiawatha.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
+<h1>INDIAN LEGENDS.</h1>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<h2>The Lone War-Path.</h2>
+
+<h3>A STORY OF SIOUX AND BLACKFOOT.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O'er a vast prairie stoops the sultry night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moon in her broad kingdom wanders white;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High hung in space, she swims the murky blue.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Low lies yon village of the roaming Sioux&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its smoke-stained lodges, moving toward the west,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By conquering Sleep invaded and possessed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All there, save one, own his benign command;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their chief has lately left this little band,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And up the glittering path of spirits fled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus his young widow, not a twelvemonth wed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In yonder solitary tent conceals<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The aching hope, the trembling pangs she feels.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How breathless is the night! None saw it rise&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That black cloud stealing up the glassy skies&mdash;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Till threatening murmurs, loud and louder grown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Burst from its swelling bosom, and the moon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slips into brief oblivion, while a glare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As of far, flickering torches, seems to bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The challenge of the gods. Awake, awake!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make ready for the tempest, ere it break!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drive tent-pins deeper, stretch the covering tight&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hobble the ponies, scattering in affright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before the thunder-peals. When all is fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep vigil, then, till the gods' wrath be past!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A sudden fury sweeps the somber plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In dizzy slant descends the sheeted rain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sharp lightnings rend in twain the sable gloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While, cannon-like, the unchained thunders boom!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On this wild tumult of the angry skies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No ear discerns a woman's thrilling cries;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, ere its sullen echoes die away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In caverns where the mocking spirits play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faint, but rejoicing, on a couch of skins,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A new-made mother lays her lusty twins!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The wise men of the tribe strange signs relate&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This stormy birth portends a stormy fate&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And since the warring heavens, that should affright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Called forth these daring boys on such a night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their names must own the event that marked their birth&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The elder, "As-he-walks-he-shakes-the-earth,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The younger twin, "Coming-his-voice-is-heard"&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus saith the oracle.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">This mighty word<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Darkens the mother's heart with nameless dread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But casts no shadow on the unconscious head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of either sturdy twin. Their mutual play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With joyous echoes fills the livelong day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From helpless infancy to boyhood grown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One brother never had been seen alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till sudden sorrow bowed the mother's pride&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The elder sickened and untimely died.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The gossips point to him that's left alone&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"He, too, will die, for half himself is gone!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At first, distraught he seemed&mdash;unlike a child;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He ate not, slept not, neither spoke nor smiled.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then sought the forest&mdash;wandered there alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For days&mdash;his tender mother frantic grown&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till he returned to her, and smiling, said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"My spirit meets and talks with him that's dead!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thenceforth he seemed as one who, hand-in-hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Walks with a brother in the spirit land.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Among the Sioux, in those heroic days,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When certain valor gained the meed of praise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The seasoned warrior, old and full of scars,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Counted the hero of a hundred wars,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet craving higher honor, went alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On foot, to meet the enemy, and won<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(If he returned victorious), on that day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A proud distinction.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Fancy her dismay,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mother of a tender youth untried,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he, the twin we know of, seeks her side<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And murmurs in her ear, who loves him so,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Mother, my elder brother bids me go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On a lone war-path." Knowing well 'twere vain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To plead with him, her tears must fall like rain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On 'broidered moccasins for those dear feet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His pouch, her choicest store of pounded meat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must fill before the dawn, which sends him forth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On foot, alone, to pierce the savage north.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="poemtitle"><b>(DAKOTA WAR SONG.)</b><br />
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2"><i>I hear them coming who made thee weep!</i><a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Leap on thy father's steed</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>And urge him to his utmost speed,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>And rush to meet the warlike host,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>And meet them first, who hurt thee most.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Strike one among ten thousand,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>And make but one to bleed!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>So shall thy name be known,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Through all the world be known,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>If one is made to bleed!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Heh-eh-eh-eh! Heh!</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now to the journey gallantly addressed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Still at his twin's mysterious behest),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He kills a buck with branching horns, and takes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tongue and heart for food&mdash;then straightway makes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sacrifice to that stern deity&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The thunder-god&mdash;who rules his destiny.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On a fair, level spot, encompassed round<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With trees, he pins the carcass to the ground;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Prays for success, his burning heart's desire,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then sleeps beside the embers of his fire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How wearisome, how long the painful days<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That follow, as he treads by unknown ways<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A mazy wilderness, where lurk unseen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All perils challenging his eye-sight keen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet on&mdash;with tattered shoes and blistering feet&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To find the savage foe he longs to meet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At last, to wearied eyes that search in vain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The far-off meeting-place of sky and plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fleck of dazzling whiteness doth appear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The youth exclaims, "My enemy is near!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toward that white gleam his cautious steps are bent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Surely some roving Blackfoot's lonely tent.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nearer and nearer creeps, with cat-like tread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The watchful Sioux. Above his lowered head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The plumy grasses rear a swaying crest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His sinuous motion ripples the broad breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of this ripe prairie, like a playful wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That leaves its shining, silver track behind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A tent of skins&mdash;that piercing eye saw true&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wondrously white and beautifully new;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In all the colors known to savage art,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A life-size figure with a blood-red heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Guards the low door. But who shall more divine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since not a thread of smoke, nor sound, nor sign<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of human presence makes the story clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save yonder dappled ponies grazing near?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Crouched in deep grass the wily Indian lies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ambitious that lone hunter to surprise&mdash;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His gaze the wide horizon ranges low<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the first glimpse of his returning foe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The painted lodge full many a glance doth win&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each moment may reveal who lurks within!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At last it moves&mdash;that swinging oval door&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At last she steps upon the prairie floor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shading her dark eyes from the dazzling ray&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A dusky princess, lovelier than the day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No matron, to her hidden foeman's sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has ever seemed so radiantly bright.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her dress is rich, in style unlike the Sioux.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(These belles in doe-skin have their fashions, too!)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On either shoulder lies a jetty braid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her slender form, most delicately made,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her deep, black eyes and winsome features miss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Naught of proportion. What a conquest this!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To such an enemy who would not bow?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Truly our warrior is a captive now!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vainly she gazes&mdash;turns and disappears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His beating heart our youthful hero hears!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rashly he thinks to follow and surprise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This charming stranger&mdash;carry off the prize<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before her lord's return. By impulse led,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the low door he stoops his stately head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flings a last hurried glance to left and right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then enters, and beholds this beauty bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seated upon a pile of costly skins,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Embroidering her hunter's moccasins!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He stands abashed&mdash;she glances up to greet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His hasty entrance with a smile so sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then drops her lashes with such coquetry.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Amazed, he thinks, "No mortal woman she,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who does not fear a stranger entering so!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rather some teasing fairy, or a doe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In woman's form."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Abruptly he exclaims<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"What are you&mdash;a Dakota?" As he names<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That warlike tribe, at last she starts, and shakes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her head; then with her slender fingers makes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slowly, the signs all tribes of Indians know&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I do not speak your language."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">"Is it so?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where is your husband?" asks our hero young,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In this same silent, yet most graphic tongue.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I am the daughter of a Blackfoot chief,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose home is three days' journey north. In brief,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My brother is a hunter. I am here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To keep his lodge, while he pursues the deer."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Then I will leave you," he replies, "and when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your brother comes, I shall return again!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus saying, takes his leave; but, ere he goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One longing, lingering, backward glance he throws,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which tells the maid how straight her arrow sped<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To pierce the heart of him she else must dread.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="poemtitle"><b>(DAKOTA LOVE SONG.)</b><br />
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2"><i>My heart is heavy&mdash;my heart is sore&mdash;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>I heard you were going away!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>I wept all night&mdash;I wept all day&mdash;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>I wept till I could weep no more</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>When I heard you were going away</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i8"><i>Far, far away!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>O my heart! O my poor heart!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><i>Heh-eh-eh-eh! Ho-o-o!</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Concealing in the grass his eagle plumes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The patient Sioux his lonely watch resumes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The reddening sun is low, when, far away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sees a moving speck. With its last ray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A handsome youth dismounts before the door.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His sister, as the custom was of yore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Removes the body of the doe with speed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unsaddles, waters, pickets out his steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaving the wearied hunter to repose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A film of smoke, dissolving as it goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Curls upward from the Blackfoot's lodge.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">At last,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The youthful pair have ended their repast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And reappear without, to taste the cool<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of evening. All their sportive converse, full<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of meaning gestures, doth right well supply<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its story to their unseen watcher's eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who through the night his tireless vigil keeps,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While, wrapt in dreams, the unconscious Blackfoot sleeps.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At earliest dawn, in the chill morning gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Again the youthful hunter rides away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, when the sun mounts half way up the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her lover meets the Blackfoot maiden's eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Archly she greets him&mdash;"Laggard! why so late?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He whom you seek is gone&mdash;he could not wait!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"But you&mdash;you told him not," the youth replies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Of my first visit!" In each other's eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They look and laugh; and in that laughter free<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dissolves the ancient, tribal enmity!</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wooing of an Indian is but brief.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He tells his tale, "My father was a chief&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These eighteen years in yonder heaven he dwells."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The maiden's heart with awe and wonder swells<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On hearing that mysterious name and birth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which mark him as a being scarce of earth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, too, his gallant height and handsome face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Equipment strange, and bearing full of grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ensnare her fancy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">When the bold demand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Comes from this hero for her heart and hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In blush and smile her answer may be guessed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, womanlike, she puts him to the test!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ere I consent, you must return with me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto my father's lodge. And first&mdash;but see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This raw-hide trunk. I pray you, creep inside&mdash;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(All this by signs); "then you can safely hide!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I dread my brother's anger, when he hears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our foeman asks me for a wife."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">Such fears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Prettily figured, it may be), win with ease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The youth's consent to any scheme you please;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Danger, discomfort, ridicule&mdash;all three<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This gallant wooer scorns, and smilingly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Consents to crowd his noble length of limb<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within the narrow space allotted him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Captive he lies, and, all defenseless, hears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The brother's late return. His jealous ears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Miss no least accent in the voice of each,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet glean so little from their foreign speech</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That, spite of passion (knowing woman's art),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A spasm of dread contracts the hero's heart.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Suppose, while thus in helpless case he lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The maid his place of hiding should betray!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clutching with iron grasp his trusty gun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scarce breathing, he awaits the morrow's sun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meanwhile, she prattles of adventures gay&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tells how a handsome stranger called that day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Describes his splendid dress,&mdash;the arms he bore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such as no Blackfoot ever saw before;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But not a word her cunning lips let fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of love and courtship as the sum of all!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At daybreak forth again the hunter fares,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with his artful sister first prepares<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fresh surprise. When scarcely out of sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She hastens to relieve her captive knight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And while he gladly tastes the savory fare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which presently her willing hands prepare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stretches his cramped limbs to the grateful sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And drinks the favoring smiles so hardly won,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sudden shadow falls athwart his feet&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At last the war-like Sioux and Blackfoot meet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Surely the boy his sister's secret guessed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since only kindness dwells within his breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toward his ancestral foe. By friendly signs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each comely youth the other's thought divines;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then suddenly exclaims the dauntless Sioux,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Listen, my friend! I must return with you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To ask and win this maiden for my wife!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Return with us! not if you prize your life&mdash;"</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The startled Blackfoot answers. "You must know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That all our tribe regard you as a foe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My sister's suitors are as many now<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As yonder leaves that twinkle on the bough.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should a Dakota venture such a plea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our jealous youth would slay him instantly!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The youthful warrior merely smiles, and lays<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His hand upon his gun, as one who says<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I can defend myself!" "Do you so prize<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This thing?" demands the other in surprise.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Set up a mark, and you shall shortly see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What sort of weapon 'tis I bear with me!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Take my white pony!" "No," his friend replies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Set up a willow wand."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">The bullet flies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Straight to its mark, and cleaves the target quite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While youth and maiden, starting in affright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Believe some heavenly wight this deed hath done&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doubtless the thunder's veritable son!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Convinced at last, the Blackfoot yields assent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And leads the stranger to his father's tent.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On the third evening, as the shadows fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hospitable chief receives them all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In his great lodge, and listens to their tale<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the brave Sioux, whose weapon cannot fail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, like the thunder, with mysterious roar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strikes enemies unseen. Well pleased before<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With this fair stranger-youth's ingenuous face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He bids him welcome with a courtly grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on the morn proclaims to all his band<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This warrior shall receive his daughter's hand.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fiery Blackfeet, when this word they know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dart glances of dire hatred at their foe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, hold! the criers once again appear&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"This foreign bridegroom hath a magic here!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weapon like his no Blackfoot ever saw!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring forth a mark and then prepare with awe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To witness its destruction!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i12">Scoffingly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each brave presents his finest horse, while he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Accepts of one, and fires before them all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, pity! see the noble creature fall!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hear its death-scream!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">Some trembled, others fled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all declared so fair a maid should wed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No less a brave than this. All cavil ceased;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now began with joy the marriage feast.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="poemtitle"><b>(LOVE SONG.)</b><br />
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1"><i>One day you will remember me&mdash;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>One day&mdash;one day!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>You will at last remember me,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><i>And say,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>"I was so dear to her&mdash;so dear to her!"</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Yeh-eh-eh-eh&mdash;;</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i3"><i>You will remember me</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><i>One day!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Yeh-eh-eh-eh&mdash;!</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the young hero carried home his bride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He rode a pacing pony at her side;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twelve others followed&mdash;costly loads they bore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rich robes and gifts&mdash;the Blackfoot maiden's dower.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On a lone war-path finding such a fate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His triumph all the village celebrate;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peace is declared between the tribes; and soon&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before the waxing of another moon&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Guns, knives and blankets, prized past all belief,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are sent as presents to the Blackfoot chief.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Such is the tale by Indian camp-fires told&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The old, old story that grows never old!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">ELAINE GOODALE EASTMAN.</span><br /><br />
+</p>
+
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> <i>I. e.</i>, who slew thy father.</p></div>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/image021.png" width="300" height="136" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Fond_Hearts_of_the_Forest" id="Fond_Hearts_of_the_Forest"></a>Fond Hearts of the Forest.</h2>
+
+<h3>A LEGEND OF FOUNTAIN CAVE, NEAR ST. PAUL.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The hazy gloaming gathers round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The silence mellows every sound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gentle wind, through foliage nigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Begins to breathe its plaintive sigh;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While o'er the hill creeps silver light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where calm and chaste the queen of night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awaking from her daily trance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doth charm all nature with her glance.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her virgin train sweeps down the glade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kissing the cavern's mouth of shade;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She smiles upon the singing brook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With sparkles filling every nook<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lurks about its dimpled face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Giving its deepest shadows grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And breathing on its grassy mane<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A gloss it ne'er can hope to gain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath the sun's more kingly ray.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weirdly the purling waters play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her embrace; then break away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To vanish under bending boughs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But giving voice to gurgling vows<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22a" id="Page_22a">[Pg 22a]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 462px;">
+<img src="images/image022.jpg" width="462" height="580" alt="FOUNTAIN CAVE." title="FOUNTAIN CAVE." />
+<span class="caption">FOUNTAIN CAVE.</span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of future tryst, of love again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where meet the river banks and glen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moonlight vaults beyond the trees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To gain the river side, and sees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A dusky maiden sitting there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who twines her lovely raven hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And frequent lifts her melting eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To where the flashing ripple flies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Across the bosom of that glass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where dancing stars nocturnal pass.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A princess of the wildwood she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And graceful as the deer that flee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till stricken by the light-winged shaft<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So deadly from the hunter's craft.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The river sings beneath her feet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It finds an echo in the sweet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tender thought that throbs behind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The starry curtains of her mind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when the thrills that sweep her heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now from her tongue in music start,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wavelets beating on the strand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The murmuring leaves by zephyrs fanned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The minor rhythms that wake the bowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of this fair glen when evening lowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And warbling birds' melodious throng,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All mingle with her low love song.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her voice is all that's wild and sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And slow must be that warrior's feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who would not speed with all his heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see her red lips meet and part.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love moves her with his golden sway&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A young and stalwart Chippewa<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has gained her heart, and kindred ties</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tribal feuds her love defies.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What cares she that her people hate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his give back without abate?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What cares she that he is not Sioux?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If he but keep his promise true!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She sings an old song, passion-laden<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By many a dead Dahkota maiden:<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">O where is my lodge&mdash;my love?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O where is the lord of my breast?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reveal me, Great Spirit above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The arms where my passion may rest!<br /></span>
+</i></div><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">Brave warriors are thick as the leaves<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That follow the wind in the fall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each maiden may think she receives<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The smile of the noblest of all;<br /></span>
+</i></div><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">But I know a chief who can slay<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The panther and bear with his hand,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As warm and as proud as the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And braver than all in his band.<br /></span>
+</i></div><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">In his sinewy arms I shall rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hear his voice call me "sweet dove!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O he is the lord of my breast!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With him is my lodge and my love!<br /></span>
+</i></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She stops! She turns with sudden start,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With troubled eyes and beating heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the frowning bluffs, where warlike cries<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sound of savage revel rise.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The warriors of her tribe are there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All dancing in the firelight glare.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their spears with reeking scalps are clad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their thoughts are blood, their brains are mad;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each yelling brave now only knows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fierce hatred for his ancient foes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They boast of all their deeds of might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of secret slaughter, deadly fight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And woe to him who comes to meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lonely maid, Wenonah sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If they his paddle's dip shall hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or after learn his presence near.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When their wild revel, to her fright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rose wilder with the fall of night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She stole away and gained this place<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see again her lover's face.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She gazes on the distant shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all is quiet as before.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Again she sings, her flute-like tones<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So low that were the very stones<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On which she rests her feet possessed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With sense to hear, what she confessed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In tuneful cadence would be lost<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To them, for well she knows the cost<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For him who loves her, if her thought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be told aloud, and so there naught<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Breaks on the air but melody.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If sung in words, her song would be:<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">My love is strong, my love is brave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His heart is warm and true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He soon will come across the wave<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bear me in his light canoe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be his queen and slave.<br /></span>
+</i></div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a><br /></span>
+<div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">To me he bowed his eagle plume,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He tamed his eagle eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And vowed his love would life consume<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If I refused with him to fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His teepee to illume.<br /></span>
+</i></div><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">O come, my chief! I watch&mdash;I wait!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I give up all for thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou wilt have an alien mate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wenonah longs that one to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That she may share thy fate.<br /></span>
+</i></div><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">Come quickly, love, but make no sound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My people are thy foes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou shouldst here by them be found<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A warrior's death thy life would close,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy soul be skyward bound.<br /></span>
+</i></div><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">What then would poor Wenonah do<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If she were left alone?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She scarce would see the hand that slew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere she would raise her death-chant tone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with thee perish too!<br /></span>
+</i></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She scans the echoing cliff once more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then turns to view the farther shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bending low she strives to hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some sound to tell her he is near.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er all there seems to fall a hush<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As tender as her cheek's warm blush.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So firmly rooted to the spot&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if she had all things forgot&mdash;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She looks like some wild, charm-bound elf,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As lifeless as the moon itself.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But no! the parted lip and eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of flashing fire such thoughts belie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And well and eloquent avow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The soul beneath that rigid brow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O virgin heart! O passion bright!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That fills a glance with beauty's light.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O Wenijishid, happy thou,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who surely will not tarry now!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A moment thus&mdash;then up she springs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now the song she softly sings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Floats o'er the water from her lip<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To meet the constant, noiseless dip<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Wenijishid's paddle blade.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How swift to greet the faithful maid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He comes! She waits, 'tween joy and fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While on he glides, each stroke more near.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love gives him more than wonted strength,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on the beach he leaps at length.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With trembling joy, with artless grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She springs into his glad embrace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within her brave young hero's arms<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forgot are all her past alarms.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One rapturous kiss with quick impress,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His burning hands her locks caress,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then they gaze, at love's sweet will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eye into eye with answering thrill!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Wenonah, darling, since we met,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not once could I that smile forget<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which told me (more than words could tell)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hopes that made this bosom swell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were fair in our great Spirit's sight.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He, ere another moon's swift flight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall bid me take thee to my home<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And joy in thee, no more to roam."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her trustful voice is low and clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sweetest music in his ear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"No chief is braver, none more bold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than he whose neck my arms enfold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He dares the light the moonbeams make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And danger courts for my poor sake.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hark! Wenijishid, hearest thou not<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those yells of warning? Though this spot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rests now beneath a peaceful spell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How long 'twill so we cannot tell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy heart is big, and like a rock<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will meet the blood-storm's awful shock;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I am weaker&mdash;and I fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For thee each moment thou art here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Behold how now the moonlight meets<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with a kiss each ripple greets;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wenonah's heart, o'erflowed with bliss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is wholly thine, and thine her kiss."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The radiance mingled with the shade&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The murmur low by night winds made&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rune, harmonious and complete,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of wavelets in their ceaseless beat&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fragrance given of sleeping flower&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The brooding hush that fits the hour,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With this fair scene all these are met<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make the scene more lovely yet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wenonah's kiss would all confess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It gives to beauty holiness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moments passing seem to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Endowed with all eternity,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in this lonely spot, love found<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brings the whole universe in bound!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, hark! what sound the breezes bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turning her gladness to despair?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wenonah trembles like a reed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With hunted look she turns to plead:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O Wenijishid, leave me, quick!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For dangers gather round thee thick.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We are discovered, and thy death<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May hang upon each wasted breath.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fly for thy life! Too late! too late!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Together we must meet our fate."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He smiles, and there with dauntless front<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would meet the coming foemen's brunt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But she who will not leave his side<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bears in her hand his warrior pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hopes of joyous life with her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are sweeter than the battle's stir.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His war-whoop's taunt rings through the glen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While answering come the cries of ten.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wenonah clasps his brawny arm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lest his love might come to harm<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He turns to where his birchen boat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seems chafing to be set afloat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, ere their foes have gained the strand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The light canoe beneath his hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaps off before a foaming track.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He flings a yell of triumph back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And grimly smiles as on he flies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hear their disappointed cries;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet lest they may too soon pursue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He urges on the flight anew.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He plies the paddle with a will,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They skim the waves,&mdash;but swifter still<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A vengeful arrow cleaves the air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To sink between his shoulders bare.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The shock is cruel, and the blade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Falls from his hand; his powers all fade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like thought, and plunging on his face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deathlike he lies. Now to his place<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wenonah springs; with bloodless lip,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With gleaming eye and nervous grip,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She works the paddle with a force<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of which but love could be the source.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beyond the range of bow, she flings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blade aside and fiercely brings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her wounded hero to her breast.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now sadly called, now wildly pressed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He breathes at last a feeble sigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, feeling sure he will not die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She labors strongly, full of hope<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And nerved with any fate to cope.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She gains the shore, and stoutly bears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her chief through brush and wild beast lairs.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All through the night she speeds her flight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To where his people's fires burn bright.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When friendly, helping hands are found,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she has given him to their care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She sinks upon the leafy ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Panting like a hunted hare.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her faithful powers have filled their task,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their sacred trust no more need ask,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now the goal is gained, they bind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oblivion's charm around her mind.<br /></span>
+</div>
+<div class="poemhr"><hr style='width: 50%;' /></div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Young life is pliant, love will give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A mighty motive still to live.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he wakes, with deep surprise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He meets the dark and glorious eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of dear Wenonah on him bent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In passion's hope absorbed, content.<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poemhr"><hr style='width: 50%;' /></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Since this took place it is not known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How many changing moons have flown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet still, when Luna's rapiers bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pierce through the tenuous robe of Night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shining on the stilly shore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Create again that scene of yore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wenonah and her lover true<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pass over in their white canoe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their spirit forms unshadowed glide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Across the rapid, glistening tide.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image031.png" width="500" height="225" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Anpetusapa" id="Anpetusapa"></a>Anpetusapa.</h2>
+
+<h3>A LEGEND OF ST. ANTHONY FALLS.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis autumn, and the breezes lift<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their melancholy tones;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis evening: through each passing rift<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The stars, like precious stones<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In lustrous beauty (clouded soon),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet incense to the sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Attend their white-robed mistress moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Queen of romantic night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Anon, as the cloud hosts fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before the wind across the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The court of the queen is suddenly seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With its pomp sublime and array<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of sparkling and glittering sheen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More lovely than the light of day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More glorious than the twilight gleam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That mingles with the sun's last beam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the waves of ocean play.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By the river's bank a wandering band<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have reared their teepee walls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here where the warriors all may stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And view the mighty falls.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ivory moon is mounting high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lodge fires flicker low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And slumbering forms are visible by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The embers' last faint glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When lightly steps a youthful brave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out from the forest ways<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the star-roofed nave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out from the shadowing trees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Leaves fluttering slow in the slow night breeze)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the broad, revealing rays,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the silvery glow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With step as buoyant as the air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He glides above the glistening sward;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The largest, whitest teepee there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doth seem to center his regard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For there his unmarked path doth end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there his burning glances send<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their passionate lightnings, wild, yet all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made reverent by the spot on which they fall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This lodge doth tower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Above the poles on every hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like some strange chieftain o'er his band.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why comes he at this hour?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hath dark revenge a purpose here?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall bloody strife appear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On such a scene? Ah, no! the power<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That spurs him hath a softer spell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For here the tribe's most cherished flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The daughter of the chief, doth dwell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His deep, rich voice floats down the glade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In soft, unwonted tones<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like gentle winds through pine-tree cones;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sings the Warrior's Serenade;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While at the end of every strain&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With more effect his cause to plead&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He plays a wild and shrill refrain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon a flute of rude-cut reed.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">Lonely warbling bird of night!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Leave thy bough and perch above<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The silent, dewy folds of white<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That screen my sleeping love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drink the moonlight rays that fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pure and mellow, like the beams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of starry eyes beyond my call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Far in the land of dreams.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell her I am brave and strong;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell her I have loved her long;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Singing softly, like a dove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tell her all you know of love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I cannot tell in song.<br /></span>
+</i></div><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">Tell her I am waiting here<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At the threshold of her bower;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winds are lifting far and near<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The sweets of every flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the stars are out in state,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Music breathes in every stir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All of nature seems to wait<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For a glimpse of her.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell her I am brave and strong;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell her I have loved her long;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Singing softly like a dove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tell her all you know of love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I cannot tell in song.<br /></span>
+</i></div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Is it the wind that swings apart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The deerskin door from the lodge away?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is it a sudden leap of his heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That makes too vivid fancy play?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or is it a nut-brown arm that holds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The trembling folds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And are those liquid eyes that shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like diamonds fine?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing on, sing on, bold youth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hope shall lead thee to the truth!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">She is lovelier than the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweeter than the freshest bud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I can no longer wait and sigh<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here in the moonlight flood;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All my heart is at her feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All my strength at her behest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O sing, and bid her come to greet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The one who loves her best!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell her I am brave and strong;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell her I have loved her long;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Singing softly, like a dove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tell her all you know of love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I cannot tell in song.<br /></span>
+</i></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His manly voice entreating calls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As softly as the dewdrop falls.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He ceases, and the night winds hush<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if they too had waited long;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The organ river's chanting rush<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seems but an echo of his song.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shall he wait and plead in vain?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, no! love is not always pain;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For see, the folds are drawn aside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And dimly there may be descried<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A shadowy form of shadowy grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That halts while still in gloom arrayed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With eyes that light the tawny face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tresses darker than the shade.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O spell of song! O power and thrill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of love! O dream that sways<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blood of youth, that feels no chill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till love betrays!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O hark! ye sprites that haunt this time,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This quiet moon-lit hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Cupid weaves, in every clime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His web of subtlest power,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, can ye hear, and not rejoice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The music of a maiden's voice?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Anpetusapa's glance would meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The night bird that can sing so sweet."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With what a bounding stride he goes!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With what a light his dark eye glows!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With what a look he seeks to fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those gentle eyes with his desire!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O multiply what voice reveals;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bird can sing not half it feels!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too deep, too deep, to tell in words,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And even too sweet for song of birds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is passion like this heart of mine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doth feel for thine!"</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She lightly steps into the light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She gently lifts her gentle eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She flies not, though her heart takes flight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soars without disguise.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I know thee; thou art strong and tall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy fearless deeds are known to all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O may this eve be not more fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than life to thee, is all my prayer."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His mighty sinews, sternly trained,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are now with manly grace restrained,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fortunate touch of a fairy's wand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far ruder would seem than the touch of his hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the light of his eye like a streamlet doth flow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where passion and tenderness mingle and flash<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the dancing ripples, whose murmuring low<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his lips seem to dash<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A faithful, harmonious echo:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Of happiness all my life will tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou in my lodge doth dwell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! couldst thou but know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The new, the glad, the tender glow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That warms my heart, so fiercely brave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When breasting battle's fiercest wave&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Couldst thou but feel it pulse and bound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whene'er my ear is charmed to hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy gentle tongue's melodious sound&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Couldst thou but see how these fond eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rejoice to look upon thy face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When like a dream before them rise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy matchless form and wondrous grace&mdash;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How deeply, thirstily they drink<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy dew-bright eyes, whose flashing glance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doth like a luring firefly dance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Along an island's shadowy brink<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where rippling waters, restless waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing their low, unchanging song<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the pebbles all night long).<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art a flower whose smile hath made<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sunbeam pierce the forest shade;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art a rose that fragrant grows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To beautify the darksome glade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sweeten every breeze that blows.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Anpetusapa! wilt thou give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The promise that shall make me live<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As I have never lived before?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I love thee, and the powers divine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall teach thy heart to pulse with mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bless our union evermore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While moons shall pass or starlight shine."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The guardian bosom of her lover<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Serves well her modest blush to cover;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her willowy arms about him twine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As closely as the greenwood vine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doth hang upon the towering oak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That holds it safe from every stroke<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And proudly shelters the delicate form<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From all the buffets of the storm.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moon and every heavenly gem<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now seem to shine alone for them.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O Time! why must thou speed away?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For knowest thou not that present joy</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bears no increase for such as they,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For whom all change must bring alloy?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thou, young Love! canst thou not make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lonely Eden for their sake?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis better that but two should find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gladness of heart and peace of mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than all the greater sum of life&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With burning hearts that fates unbind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And crowding thoughts that gender strife.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But no, the gift of life is one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of strangest form, of blended tints<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And crossing lines, with mingled hints<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of glory from an unseen sun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shades that hourly darker grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For those who seek that sun to know;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they must take the whole or none.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they must wake to memory<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of other things, so they must be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reminded of the powers that hold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their future lives, to rule and mold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Anpetusapa need not name<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The glory of her father's fame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He is a mighty chief, and none<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too quickly will he choose a son."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O fear not, my blossom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For he shall not see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flower of his bosom<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mismated with me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where war-whoops are sounding<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their blood-stirring call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There I shall go bounding</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The foremost of all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When foemen shall fly me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And chiefs call me brave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He will not deny me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The boon I shall crave."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Yes, thou art brave for one so young;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This voice of mine thy feats hath sung<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When from the war-path thou returned<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On which thy first renown was earned.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If my poor love can make thy bliss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My service give the happier life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All hope shall dwell in one kind kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For thine eternal-loving wife."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O blessed promise! future bright!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This feeble tongue of mine can never<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reveal how dear thou art to-night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How cherished thou shalt be forever!"<br /></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poemhr"><hr style='width: 50%;' /></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The chief approved the suitor bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for rich goods his daughter sold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She thought not of the trade, but went<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To her young lord with true content,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And while she dreamed of joy to come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her heart was full, her lips were dumb;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And day by day her task was wrought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each hour with self-denial fraught;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His wants were met, his lodge was trim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her patient thoughts were all for him.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The powers divine did seem to bless<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The promise of his wild caress;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so the happy moons flew by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till new refulgence filled her sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When there appeared a baby boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose laugh o'erflowed her cup of joy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For this must prove, she could but feel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bond between them strong as steel.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alas, thou too confiding wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What clouds were gathering o'er thy life!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For vanity alone will stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With human nature to the last;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each happy day will slip away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the valleys of the past,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Returning but a ghostly thing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the spirit drinks at Memory's spring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why did he vow to cherish ever?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or why allow his heart to change?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What maid was she who came to sever<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy love and thee? What magic strange<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had she to work her strange endeavor?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What mind shall solve the mystery<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of loves that come and loves that flee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why should Anpetusapa give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her heart's whole life, her richest treasure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To one whose boasted flame could live<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through but a dozen moons' small measure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose passion was for selfish pleasure?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet so it was; another came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her heart to cloud, her place to claim.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her lodge became another's nest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first wife, she was second now;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Neath custom's yoke compelled to bow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And see her rival fondly pressed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The death gloom settled on her brow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Day brought no sun, the night no rest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The beam of sadness lit her eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And memories that could never die<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until her body, void of breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Became the precious spoil of Death.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Morn after morn beheld her still<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slow sinking, like a mountain rill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose fountain-head, once bubbling bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hath dried away, and left the white<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pulseless sand to mark where long<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Began the sparkle and the song.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One joy alone was left to bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The heart-swept thrill of other days,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When to her baby she would sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her lullaby of love and praise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this, even this, renewed the thought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of joyous hopes that came to naught.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Betrayed by faith, yet faithful to the last,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She murmured not; but patiently she passed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each day in kindly service, given<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if her heart were all unriven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until at length heroic strength<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could bear no more.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">Upon the shore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of wild Messipi's plunging flood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where they were camped so long before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They camped again; again their blood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Marched to the music of its roar.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="poemhr"><hr style='width: 50%;' /></div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis morning: every bird its matin sings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And beats the air with throbbing wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The air so sweet and quick; the glistening dew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hangs crystal beauty on all verdant things,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each trembling drop reflecting true<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The overspread, unclouded blue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While from the east the cohorts of the sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With dazzling spears begin to strew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The morning vapors, damp and dun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose melting ranks are closed anew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To vanish where the rapid waters run.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Anpetusapa hides her woe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until her husband and her foe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have left the lodge and gone from sight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then with a tearless eye and bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She gazes madly round the place<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where every comfort bears the trace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of wifely labor wrought with pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of woman's love that lives in vain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here moccasins lie with bead-work gay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here on the wall the breezes sway<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The music-breathing flute,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose lips are dry and mute,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While she who once inspired its tone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now sits despairing and alone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The very curls of smoke that rise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And mingle with the morning skies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are tokens of the duties done<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath the red eye of the rising sun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awhile she sits in cruel thought,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till, with her anguish overwrought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She flies to him who sweetly bears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The image of her faithless god,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on each infant feature wears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The smiling hopes on which he trod.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Convulsively she clasps her child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose love, alone left undefiled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is not enough to nerve her soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath its crushing weight of dole.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She listens to the roaring water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose voice she heard in music grand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When she was but the old chief's daughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When love such wondrous fortunes planned;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ruthless phantoms of the past<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Across her mind are flitting fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each with a keen, envenomed dart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That poisons brain and tortures heart.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With breath too quick to lift a sigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With marble firmness on her brow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With glassy wildness in her eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She seeks the river's margin now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She springs into a birch canoe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All beaded with the morning dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And clasping close her mother's pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon gains the middle of the tide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O hark! thou selfish one who gave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Embrace more treacherous than the wave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Does not her song which mounts the air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reproach thee with its grand despair?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why dost thou hurry to the river?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why dost thou call, why dost thou shiver,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While she whom thou hast driven away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is bold amidst the chilly spray?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What good is all thy vain remorse?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thinkst thou from jaws of death to force<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sacrifice so lightly thrust<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the altar of thy lust?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A host like thee could nothing urge<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To meet one tone of her sad dirge:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">My heart cannot live without loving;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My heart cannot give up its own;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more will I linger with sorrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But follow the joys that have flown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With Death I will rest me to-morrow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On a kind, dreamless bed of stone.<br /></span>
+</i></div><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">I fear not the rush of the water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For me all its terrors are vain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It cannot bring less than gladness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For it banishes all my pain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will sink with my burden of sadness<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mix with the earth again.<br /></span>
+</i></div><div class="stanza"><i>
+<span class="i0">My baby, my darling, my blossom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor anguish nor falsehood shall know;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Together we cleave the wild billow&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unfaltering together we go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To rest on the same rocky pillow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To slumber and mingle below.<br /></span>
+</i></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Plunging on the sunlit stream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The frail canoe, with trembling leaps,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hurries toward the mists that gleam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To veil the awful steeps.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What need has she for any veil?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Despairing eyes will never quail!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See, now upon the glowing crest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where clouds of spray beneath her lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She clasps her boy upon her breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She gazes on the cloudless sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in its blue depth seems to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Death, robed in peaceful purity;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then down into the boiling tomb<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That makes for her the happiest doom.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How strange that peace should thus be found<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Amid such tumult-breathing sound!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To leap from life and light, and find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A darkness sweeter to the mind!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="poemhr"><hr style='width: 50%;' /></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Long shall the mists of morning show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The spirit of her who long ago<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wrapped them round her wearily&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A victim of love and treachery.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long shall her mournful death-song find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An echo in the moaning wind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long shall Dahkota legend bind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That echo with the roaring falls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ancient, foam-crowned, giant falls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose voice so oft hath given<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The welcome of its watery halls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lead the soul, when the Great Spirit calls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the hunting-grounds of heaven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And though a child of the forest dark</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weary of life would here embark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As to a portal hither comes,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet who may not pass this way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into eternal joy and day,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The water hides and soon benumbs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sorrow, and the cadence deep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Becomes a lullaby to hush<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The spirit to its endless sleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath the surging rush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath the shrouding spray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the tireless waters sweep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To their wild, unpausing leap&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then fly to the South away!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flood is cold, but the heart is bold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the future that lives new sorrow gives;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And within the chamber halls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the grand and solemn falls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May be found a sleep so sweet and deep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That its darkness never palls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While ages pass with silent creep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Time hath no tooth to tear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The heart whose pulse is dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sorrow may live in the air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But not in the river-bed!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I ween all peacefully there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is pillowed forever the head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a woman whose heart was fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though her cheeks were dusky red.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Winona" id="Winona"></a>Winona.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="poemtitle"><b>PART I.</b></div>
+
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Winona,<a name="FNanchor_1_2" id="FNanchor_1_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_2" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> first-born daughter, was the name<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a Dakota girl who, long ago,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dwelt with her people here unknown to fame.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet word, Winona, how my heart and lips<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cling to that name (my mother's was the same<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere her form faded into death's eclipse),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cling lovingly, and loth to let it go.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All arts that unto savage life belong<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She knew, made moccasins, and dressed the game.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From crippling fashions free, her well-knit frame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At fifteen summers was mature and strong.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She pitched the tipi,<a name="FNanchor_2_3" id="FNanchor_2_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_3" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> dug the tipsin<a name="FNanchor_3_4" id="FNanchor_3_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_4" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> roots,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gathered wild rice and store of savage fruits.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fearless and self-reliant, she could go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Across the prairie on a starless night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She speared the fish while in his wildest flight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And almost like a warrior drew the bow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet she was not all hardness: the keen glance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lighting the darkness of her eyes, perchance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Betrayed no softness, but her voice, that rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er the weird circle of the midnight dance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through all the gamut ran of human woes,<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48a" id="Page_48a">[Pg 48a]</a></span></p>
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/image048.jpg" width="550" height="580" alt="MAIDEN ROCK, LAKE PEPIN." title="MAIDEN ROCK, LAKE PEPIN." />
+<span class="caption">MAIDEN ROCK, LAKE PEPIN.</span>
+</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Passion, and joy. A woman's love she had<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For ornament; on gala days was clad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In garments of the softest doeskin fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With shells about her neck; moccasins neat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were drawn, like gloves, upon her little feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adorned with scarlet quills of porcupine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Innocent of the niceties refined<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That to the toilet her pale sisters bind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet much the same beneath the outer rind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She was, though all unskilled in bookish lore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sound, sweet woman to the very core.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Winona's uncle, and step-father too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was all the father that she ever knew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the Absarakas<a name="FNanchor_4_5" id="FNanchor_4_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_5" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> her own was slain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before her memory could his face retain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two bitter years his widow mourned him dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then his elder brother she had wed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None loved Winona's uncle; he was stern<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And harsh in manner, cold and taciturn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And none might see, without a secret fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those thin lips ever curling to a sneer.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet he was of note and influence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among the chieftains; true he rarely lent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More than his presence in the council tent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he rose to speak disdained pretence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of arts rhetoric, but his few words went<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Straight and incisive to the question's core,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rarely was his counsel overborne.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Raven was the fitting name he bore;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And though his winters well-nigh reached three-score,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Few of his tribe excelled him in the chase.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A warrior of renown, but never wore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dancing eagle plumes, and seemed to scorn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The vanities and follies of his race.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I said the Raven was beloved by none;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But no, among the elders there was one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who often sought him, and the two would walk<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apart for hours, and converse alone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gossips, marveling much what this might mean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whispered that they at midnight had been seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far from the village, wrapped in secret talk.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They seemed in truth an ill-assorted brace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Nature oft in Siamese bond unites,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By some strange tie, the farthest opposites.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gray Cloud was oily, plausible, and vain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A conjurer with subtle scheming brain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too corpulent and clumsy for the chase,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His lodge was still provided with the best,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And though sometimes but a half welcome guest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He took his dish and spoon to every feast.<a name="FNanchor_5_6" id="FNanchor_5_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_6" class="fnanchor">[5]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Priestcraft and leechcraft were combined in him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two trades occult upon which knaves have thriven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Almost since man from Paradise was driven;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Padding with pompous phrases worn and old<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their scanty esoteric science dim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gravely selling, at their weight in gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Placebos colored to their patients' whim.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Man's noblest mission here too oft is made,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In heathen as in Christian lands, a trade.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Holy the task to comfort and console<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tortured body and the sin-sick soul,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But pain and sorrow, even prayer and creed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are turned too oft to instruments of greed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The conjurer claimed to bear a mission high:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mysterious omens of the earth and sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He knew to read; his medicine could find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In time of need the buffalo, and bind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In sleep the senses of the enemy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps not wholly a deliberate cheat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet dissimulation and deceit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oozed from his form obese at every pore.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Skilled by long practice in the priestly art,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To chill with superstitious fear the heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And versed in all the legendary lore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He knew each herb and root that healing bore;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But lest his flock might grow as wise as he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Disguised their use with solemn mummery.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all the village wrapped in slumber lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His midnight incantations often fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His chant now weirdly rose, now sank away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As o'er some dying child he cast his spell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sometimes through his frame strange tremors ran&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Magnetic waves, swept from the unknown pole<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Linking the body to the wavering soul;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And swifter came his breath, as if to fan<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The feeble life spark, and his finger tips<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were to the brow of pain like angel lips.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No wonder if in moments such as these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He half believed in his own deities,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thought his sacred rattle could compel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The swarming powers unseen to serve him well.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Raven lay one evening in his tent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his accustomed crony at his side;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Around their heads a graceful aureole<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of smoke curled upward from the scarlet bowl<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Gray Cloud's pipe with willow bark supplied.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona's thrifty mother came and went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her form with household cares and burdens bent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fresh fuel adds, and stirs the boiling pot.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meanwhile the young Winona, half reclined,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plies her swift needle, that resource refined<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For woman's leisure, whatsoe'er her lot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The kingly palace or the savage cot.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image052.png" width="500" height="87" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The cronies smoked without a sign or word,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Passing the pipe sedately to and fro;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only a distant wail of hopeless woe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A mother mourning for her child, was heard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Gray Cloud moved, as though the sound had stirred<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some dusty memory; still that bitter wail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rachel's despairing cry without avail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That beats the brazen firmament in vain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since the first mother wept o'er Abel slain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At length the conjurer's lips the silence broke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softly at first as to himself he spoke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till warmed by his own swarming fancies' brood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He poured the strain almost in numbers rude.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52a" id="Page_52a">[Pg 52a]</a></span></p>
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 468px;">
+<img src="images/image053.jpg" width="468" height="580" alt="&quot;WHERE THROUGH A LAKE THE MISSISSIPPI FLOWS.&quot;" title="&quot;WHERE THROUGH A LAKE THE MISSISSIPPI FLOWS.&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;WHERE THROUGH A LAKE THE MISSISSIPPI FLOWS.&quot;</span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><b>THE COMBAT BETWEEN THE THUNDER-BIRDS</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><b>AND THE WATER-DEMONS.</b></span></div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gray Cloud shall not be as other men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dull clods that move and breathe a day or two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere other clods shall bury them from view.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tempest and sky have been my home, and when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I pass from earth I shall find welcome there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sons of the Thunder-Bird my playmates were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ages ago<a name="FNanchor_6_7" id="FNanchor_6_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_7" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> (the tallest oak to-day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In all the land was but a grass blade then).<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reared with such brethren, breathing such an air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My spirit grew as tall and bold as they;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We tossed the ball and flushed the noble prey<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er happy plains from human footsteps far;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when our high chief's voice to arm for war<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rang out in tones that rent the morning sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None of the band exulted more than I.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A god might gaze and tremble at the sight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of our array that turned the day to night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With bow and shield and flame-tipped arrows all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rushing together at our leader's call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like storm clouds sweeping round a mountain height.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lofty cliffs our warlike muster saw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hard by the village of great Wabashaw,<a name="FNanchor_7_8" id="FNanchor_7_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_8" class="fnanchor">[7]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where through a lake the Mississippi flows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far o'er the dwelling of our ancient foes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hated Water-Demon<a name="FNanchor_8_9" id="FNanchor_8_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_9" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> and his sons,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cold, dark and deep the sluggish current runs.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up from their caverns swarming, when they heard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rolling signal of the Thunder-Bird,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Water-Demon and his sons arose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And answered back the challenge of their foes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With horns tumultuous clashing like a herd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of warring elks that struggle for the does,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They lashed the wave to clouds of spray and foam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through which their forms uncouth, like buffaloes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seen dimly through a morning mist, did loom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or isles at twilight rising from the shore.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though we were thirty, they at least fourscore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We rushed upon them, and a midnight pall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the seething lake our pinions spread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Neath which our gleaming arrows thickly sped,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As shooting stars that in the rice-moon fall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rent by our beating wings the cloud-waves swung<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In eddies round us, and our leader's roar<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smote peal on peal, and from their bases flung<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rocks that towered along the trembling shore.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A Thunder-Bird&mdash;alas, my chosen friend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But even so a warrior's life should end,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A Thunder-Bird was stricken; his bright beak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cleaving the tumult like a lightning streak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smote with a fiery hiss the watery plain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His upturned breast, where gleamed one fleck of red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His sable wings, one moment wide outspread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blackened the whirlpool o'er his sinking head.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Water-Demon's sons by scores were slain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By our swift arrows falling like the rain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With yells of rage they sank beneath the wave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ran all redly now, but could not save.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We asked not mercy, mercy never gave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our flaming darts lit up the farthest cave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fathoms below the reach of deepest line;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our cruel spears, taller than mountain pine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mingled their life blood with the ruddy wave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The combat ceased, the Thunder-Birds had won.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Water-Demon with one favorite son<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fled from the carnage and escaped our wrath.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The vapors, thinly curling from the shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faint musky odors to our nostrils bore.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The air was stilled, the silence of the dead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sun, just starting on his downward path,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A rosy mantle o'er the prairie shed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save where, like vultures, ominous and still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We clustered close, on sullen wings outspread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sometimes, with a momentary chill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A giant shadow swept o'er plain and hill,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A Thunder-Bird careering overhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seeking the track by which the foe had fled.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While thus we hovered motionless, the sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adown the west his punctual course had run,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When lo, two shining points far up the stream<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That split the prairie with a silver seam,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fleeing Water-Demon and his son;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like icicles they glittered in the beam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still struggling up from the horizon's rim.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His sleeping anger kindled at the sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our leader's eyes glowed like a flaming brand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thrilled by one impulse, all our sable band<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dove through the gathering shadows of the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On wings outshaken for a headlong flight.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Anger, revenge, but more than all the thirst,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The glorious emulation to be first,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stung me like fire, and filled each quivering plume.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With tenfold speed our sharp beaks cleft the gloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A swarm of arrows singing to the mark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We hissed to pierce the foe ere yet 'twas dark.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Still up the stream the Water-Demons fled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their bodies glowed like fox-fire far ahead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But every moment saw the distance close<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Between our thirsty spear-heads and our foes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Louder the blast our buzzing pinions made<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than mighty forest in a whirlwind swayed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The giant cliffs of Redwing speeding back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like specters melting from a cloudy wrack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Melted from view in our dissolving track.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kaposia's village, clustered on the shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With sound of snapping poles and tipis riven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vanished like swan's-down by a tempest driven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stung by our flight, the keen air smote us sore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As ragged hailstones; on, still on, we strained,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fast and faster on the chase we gained,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But neck and neck the fierce pursuit remained,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till close ahead we saw the rocky walls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er which the mighty river plunging falls,<a name="FNanchor_9_10" id="FNanchor_9_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_10" class="fnanchor">[9]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And at their base the Water-Demons lay:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The panting chase at last had turned to bay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then thrilled my nerves with more than mortal strength;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A breath of Deity was in the burst<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That bore me out a goodly lance's length<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To meet the Water-Demon's son accurst.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His evil horn clanged hollow on my shield</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just as my spear transfixed him through and through;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A moment towering o'er the foam he reeled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then sank beneath the roaring falls from view.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A dying yell that haunts me yet he gave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as he fell the crippled water coiled<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About him like a wounded snake, and boiled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lashing itself to madness o'er his grave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We knew not where the parent Demon fled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None of our spears might pierce his ancient mail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welded with skill demoniac scale on scale.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some watery realm he wanders, and 'tis said<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he is changed and bears a brighter form,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And goodly sons again about him swarm;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And peace, 'tis but a hollow truce I know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now reigns between him and his ancient foe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He hates me still, and fain would do me harm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But neither man nor demon dares offend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who hath the cruel Thunder-Bird for friend.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image057.png" width="500" height="351" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="poemtitle"><b>PART II.</b></div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nature hath her <i>&eacute;lite</i> in every land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sealed by her signet, felt although unseen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona 'mid her fellows moved a queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And scarce a youthful beau in all the band<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But sighed in secret longing for her hand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One only she distinguished o'er the rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The latest aspirant for martial fame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Redstar, a youth whose coup-stick like his name<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Till recently he had been plain Chask&eacute;)<a name="FNanchor_10_11" id="FNanchor_10_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_11" class="fnanchor">[10]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was new, fresh plucked the feathers on his crest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just what the feats on which he based his claim<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To warlike glory it were hard to say;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He ne'er had seen more than one trivial fray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But bold assurance sometimes wins the day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona gave him generous credit, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For all the gallant deeds he meant to do.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His gay, barbaric dress, his lofty air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enmeshed her in a sweet bewildering snare.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Transfigured by the light of her own passion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She saw Chask&eacute; in much the usual fashion<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of fairer maids, who love, or think they do.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis not the man they love, but what he seems;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bright Hyperion, moving stately through<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rosy ether of exalted dreams.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas! that love, the purest and most real,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clusters forever round some form ideal;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And martial things have some strange necromancy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To captivate romantic maiden fancy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The very word "Lieutenant" hath a charm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E'en coupled with a vulgar face and form,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A shriveled heart and microscopic wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scarce for a coachman or a barber fit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His untried sword, his title, are to her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Better than genius, wealth, or high renown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His uniform is sweeter than the gown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of an Episcopalian minister;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And "dash," for swagger but a synonym,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is knightly grace and chivalry with him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Unnoted young Winona's passion grew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chask&eacute; alone the tender secret knew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he, too selfish love like hers to know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Warmed by her presence to a transient glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her silent homage drank as 'twere his due.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona asked no more though madly fond,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor hardly dreamed as yet of closer bond;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But chance, or Providence, or iron Fate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Call it what name you will), or soon or late,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bends to its purpose every human will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And brings to each its destined good or ill.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="poemtitle"><b>THE GROVE.</b></div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O'erlooking Minnetonka's shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A grove enchanted lured of yore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lured to their deepest woe and joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A happy maiden and careless boy;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lured their feet to its inmost core,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where like snowy maidens the aspen trees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swayed and beckoned in the breeze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the prairie grass, like rippling seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faintly murmuring lulling hymns,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rippled about their gleaming limbs.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There is no such charm in a garden-close,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">However fair its bower and rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As a place where the wild and free rejoice.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor doth the storied and ivied arch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Woo the heart with half so sweet a voice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the bowering arms of the wild-wood larch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the clematis and wild woodbine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Festoon the flowering eglantine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where in every flower, shrub, and tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is heard the hum of the honey-bee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the linden blossoms are softly stirred,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the fanning wings of the humming-bird<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scatter a perfume of pollen dust,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That mounts to the kindling soul like must;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the turtles each spring their loves renew&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The old, old story, "coo-roo, coo-roo,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mingles with the wooing note<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That bubbles from the song-bird's throat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where on waves of rosy light at play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mingle a thousand airy minions,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And drifting as on a golden bay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The butterfly with his petal pinions,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From isle to isle of his fair dominions<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Floats with the languid tides away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the squirrel and rabbit shyly mate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And none so timid but finds her fate;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The meek hen-robin upon the nest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thrills to her lover's flaming breast.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Youth, Love, and Life, 'mid scenes like this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go to the same sweet tune of bliss;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E'en the flaming flowers of passion seem<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pure as the lily buds that dream<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the bosom of a mountain stream.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Such was the grove that lured of yore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Overlooking Minnetonka's shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lured to their deepest woe and joy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A happy maiden and careless boy,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lured their feet to its inmost core;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where still mysterious shadows slept,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the plenilune from her path above<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With liquid amber bathed the grove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That through the tree-tops trickling crept,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And every tender alley swept.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The happy maiden and careless boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Caught for a moment their deepest joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the iris hues of Youth and Love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A tender glamour about them wove;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the trembling shadows the aspens cast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the maiden's spirit never passed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the nectar was poisoned that thrilled and filled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From every treacherous leaf distilled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her veins that night with a strange alloy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Swift came the hour that maid and boy must part;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A glow unwonted, tinged with dusky red<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona's conscious face as home she sped;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to the song exultant in her heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beat her light moccasins with rhythmic tread.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But at the summit of a little hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Along whose base the village lay outspread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sudden sense of some impending ill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smote the sweet fever in her veins with chill.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lake she skirted, on whose mail&egrave;d breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rode like a shield the moon from out the west,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She neared her lodge, but there her quick eye caught<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The voice of Gray Cloud, and her steps were stayed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For over her of late an icy fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brooded with vulture wings when he was near.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She knew not why, her eye he never sought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor deigned to speak, and yet she felt dismayed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At thought of him, as the mimosa's leaf<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before the fingers touch it shrinks with dread.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She paused a moment, then with furtive tread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Close to the tipi glided like a thief;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With lips apart, and eager bended head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She listened there to what the conjurer said.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His voice, low, musical, recounted o'er<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strange tales of days when other forms he wore:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How, far above the highest airy plain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where soars and sings the weird, fantastic crane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wafted like thistle-down he strayed at will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With power almost supreme for good or ill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over all lands and nations near and far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beyond the seas, or 'neath the northern star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And long had pondered where were best to dwell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he should deign a human shape to wear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Whether to be of them that buy and sell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With fish-scale eyes, and yellow corn-silk hair,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or with the stone-men chase the giant game.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But wander where you may, no land can claim<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sky so fair as ours; the sun each day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Circles the earth with glaring eye, but sees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No lakes or plains so beautiful as these;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor e'er hath trod or shall upon the earth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A race like ours of true Dakota birth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our chiefs and sages, who so wise as they<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To counsel or to lead in peace or war,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And heal the sick by deep mysterious law.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our beauteous warriors, lithe of limb and strong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fierce to avenge their own and others' wrong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What gasping terror smites their battle song<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When, night-birds gathering near the dawn of day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or wolves in chorus ravening for the prey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They burst upon the sleeping Chippeway;<a name="FNanchor_11_12" id="FNanchor_11_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_12" class="fnanchor">[11]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their women wail whose hated fingers dare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To reap the harvest of our midnight hair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swifter than eagles, as a panther fleet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A hungry panther seeking for his meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So swift and noiseless their avenging feet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="poemhr"><hr style='width: 50%;' /></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dakota matrons truest are and best,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dakota maidens too are loveliest."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He ceased, and soon, departing through the night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She watched his burly form till out of sight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then the Raven spoke in whispers low:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Gray Cloud demands our daughter's hand, and she<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto his tipi very soon must go."</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona's mother sought to make reply,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But something checked her in his tone or eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Again the Raven spoke, imperiously:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Winona is of proper age to wed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her suitor suits me, let no more be said."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Winona heard no more; a rising wave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of mingled indignation, fear, and shame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a resistless tempest shook her frame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The earth swam round her, and her senses reeled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Better for her a thousand times the grave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than life in Gray Cloud's tent, but what could she<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Against the stern, implacable decree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of one whose will was never known to yield?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Winona fled, scarce knowing where or how;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fled like a phantom through the moonlight cool,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until she stood upon the rocky brow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That overlooked a deep sequestered pool,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where slumbering in a grove-encircled bay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lake Minnetonka's purest waters lay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the brink she rushed, but faltered there&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life to the young is sweet; in vain her eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swept for a moment grove and wave and sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With mute appeal. But see, two white swans fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gleamed from the shadows that o'erhung the shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like moons emerging from a sable screen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swimming abreast, what haughty king and queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With arching necks their regal course they bore.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona marveled at the unwonted sight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of white swans swimming there at dead of night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her frenzy half beguiling with the scene.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unearthly heralds sure, for in their wake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What ruddy furrows seamed the placid lake.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Almost beneath her feet they came, so near<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She might have tossed a pebble on their backs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When lo, their long necks pierced the waters clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As down they dove, two shafts of purest light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And chasing fast on their descending tracks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A swarm of spirals luminous and white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swirled to the gloom of nether depths from sight.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then all was still for some few moments' space,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So smooth the pool, so vanished every trace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It seemed that surely the fantastic pair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had been but snowy phantoms passing there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona hardly hoped to see them rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But while she gazed with half-expectant eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The waters strangely quivered in a place<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About the bigness of a tipi's space,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where weirdly lighting up the hollow wave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beat a deep-glowing heart, whose pulsing ray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now faded to a rosy flush away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now filled with fiery glare the farthest cave.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A shapeless bulk arose, then, taking form,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bloomed forth upon the bosom of the lake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A crystal rose, or hillock mammiform,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And round its base the curling foam did break<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As round a sunny islet in a storm;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on it poised a swiftly changing form,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With filmy mantle falling musical,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And colors of the floating bubble's ball,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fair and elusive as the sprites that play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bright children of the sun-illumined spray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Mid rainbows of a mountain waterfall.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then mingling with the falling waters came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In whispers sibilant Winona's name;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So indistinct and low that voice intense,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That she, half frightened, cowering in the grass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In much bewilderment at what did pass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till thrice repeated noted not its sense.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She rose, and on the very brink defined,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Against the sky in silhouette outlined,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Erect before the Water-Demon stood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Again those accents weird her wonder stirred,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this is what the listening maiden heard:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Thy fate, Winona, hangs on thine own choice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To scorn or heed the Water-Demon's voice.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gone are thy pleasant days of maidenhood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And evil hours draw nigh, but knowest thou not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That what thou fleest is the common lot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all thy sisters? Thou must be the bride<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of one thou lovest not, must toil for him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watch for his coming, and endure his whim;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must share his tent, and lying at his side<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weep for another till thine eyes grow dim.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he, so fondly loved, will pass thee by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Indifferent with cold averted eye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E'en he, whose wanton hands and hated arms<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have crushed the fair flower of thy maidenhood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will weary of thy swiftly-fading charms,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And seek another when thy beauty wanes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Aha, thou shudderest; in thy tense veins,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fierce and rebellious, leaps the mingling blood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of countless warriors, high of soul and brave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And would'st thou quench their spirit 'neath the wave?</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is Gray Cloud's life more dear to thee than thine?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The village sleeps, unguarded is his tent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy knife is keen, and unto thee is lent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A spell to-night of potency malign.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cradled in blissful dreams alone he lies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he shall stray so deep in sleep's dominions,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He would not waken though the rushing pinions<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of his own Thunder-Bird should shake the sky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All freedom-loving spirits are with thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strike hard and fear not as thou would'st be free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest thine own hatred prove too weak a charm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Water-Demon's hate shall nerve thine arm."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Water-Demon sank and disappeared,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And faint and fainter fell those accents weird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until the air was silent as the grave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still as December's crystal seal the wave.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Homeward again Winona took her way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How changed in one short hour! no longer now<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The song-birds singing at her heart, but there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A thousand gnashing furies made their lair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And urged her on; her nearest pathway lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over a little hill, and on its brow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A group of trees, whereof each blackened bough<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bore up to heaven as if in protest mute<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its clustering load of ghastly charnel fruit,<a name="FNanchor_12_13" id="FNanchor_12_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_13" class="fnanchor">[12]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The swaddled forms of all the village dead&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maid, lusty warrior, and toothless hag,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The infant and the conjurer with his bag,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peacefully rotting in their airy bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As on a battle plain she saw them lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fouling the fairness of the moonlit sky;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And heavily there flapped above her head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some floating drapery or tress of hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loading with pestilential breath the air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That fanned her temples, or the reeking wing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of unclean bird obscenely hovering;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And something crossed her path that halting nigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At the intruder glared with evil eye,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She hardly heeded passing swiftly by.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Leaving behind that hideous umbrage fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What wraith escaping from its tenement,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona through the sleeping village passed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pausing not, to Gray Cloud's tipi went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laid back the door, and with a stealthy tread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Entered and softly crouched beside his head.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her gaze that seemed to pierce his inmost thought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keen as the ready knife her hand had sought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And through the open door the slant moonbeams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smiting the sleeper's face awaked him not.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He vaguely muttered in his wandering dreams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of "medicine," and of the Thunder-Bird.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if to go, her knife she half returned;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whether her woman's heart with pity stirred,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or superstitious awe, she slightly turned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But gazing still, over his features came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The semblance of a smile, and his arms moved,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clasping in rosy dreams some form beloved,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his lips moved, and though no sound she heard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She thought they shaped her name, and a red flame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaped to her brain, and through her vision passed;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A raging demon seized and filled her frame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And like a lightning flash leaped forth her knife:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That cold keen heart-pang is his last of life;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Water-Demon is avenged at last.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/image069.png" width="300" height="289" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="poemtitle"><b>PART III.</b></div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She struck but once, no need hath lightning stroke<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For second blow to rend the heart of oak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor waited there to see how Gray Cloud died;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her fury all in that fierce outburst spent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As from a charnel cave she fled the tent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wolfish dog suspiciously outside<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sniffed at her moccasins but let her pass.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her tipi soon she reached, distant no more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than arrow from a warrior's bowstring sent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Paused but to wipe her knife upon the grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And found her usual couch upon the floor.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But not to sleep; she closed her eyes in vain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shutting away the moonlight from her view;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Darkness and moonlight wore the same dread hue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flooding the universe with crimson stain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She clasped her bosom with her hands to still<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The throbbing of her heart that seemed to fill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With tell-tale echoes all the air; an owl<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The secret with unearthly shrieks confessed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Gray Cloud's dog sent forth a doleful howl<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At intervals; but worse than all the rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That dreadful drum still beating in her breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As furious war-drums in the scalp-dance beat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the mad circling of delirious feet.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70a" id="Page_70a">[Pg 70a]</a></span></p>
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 462px;">
+<img src="images/image070.jpg" width="462" height="580" alt="&quot;THE GIANT CLIFFS OF RED-WING SPREADING BACK.&quot;" title="&quot;THE GIANT CLIFFS OF RED-WING SPREADING BACK.&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THE GIANT CLIFFS OF RED-WING SPREADING BACK.&quot;</span>
+</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Early next morning, as the first faint rays<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of sunlight through the rustling lindens played,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two children sent to seek the conjurer's aid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gazed on the sight, with horror and amaze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Gray Cloud's lifeless body rolled in blood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fast through the village spread the news, and stirred<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With mingled fear and wonder all who heard.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The oracles were baffled and dismayed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And spoke with muffled tones and looks of dread:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Some envious foeman lurking in the wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With medicine more strong than his," they said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Stole in last night and gave the fatal wound."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The warriors scoured the country miles around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seeking for sign or trail, but naught they found:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The murderer left behind no clue or trace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More than a vampire's flight through darkling space.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Raven with a stoic calmness heard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Gray Cloud's death, nor showed by look or word<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wrath that to its depth his being stirred.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona heard the news with false surprise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if just roused from sleep she rubbed her eyes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When she arose her knees like aspens shook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But this she quelled and forced a tranquil look<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To feign the calmness that her soul forsook.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when the mourning wail rose on the air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona's voice was heard commingling there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She gathered with the other maidens where,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On a rude bier, the conjurer's body lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adorned and decked in funeral array.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She flung a handful of her sable hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wept such tears above the painted clay<a name="FNanchor_13_14" id="FNanchor_13_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_14" class="fnanchor">[13]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As weeps a youthful widow, only heir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the coffin of a millionaire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Moons waxed to fullness and to sickles waned.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gossips still conversed with bated breath.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The appalling mystery of Gray Cloud's death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wrapped in impenetrable gloom, remained<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A blighting shadow o'er the village spread.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But youthful spirits are invincible,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor fear nor superstition long can quell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bubbling flow of that perennial well;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so the youths and maidens soon regained<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wonted gayety that late had fled.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All save Winona, in whose face and mien,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the careless eye, no change was seen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But one that noted might sometimes espy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A furtive fear that shot across her eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in a forest, 'thwart some bit of blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Darts a rare bird that shuns the hunter's view.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her laugh, though gay, a subtle change confessed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in her attitude a vague unrest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Betrayed a world of feelings unexprest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A shade less light her footsteps in the dance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sometimes now the Raven's curious glance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her soul with terrors new and strange oppressed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Grief shared is lighter, none had she to share<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Burdens that grew almost too great to bear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Redstar sometimes seemed to look askance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sought, they said, to win another breast.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona feigned to laugh, but in her heart</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rumor rankled like a poisoned dart.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes she almost thought the Raven guessed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The guilty secrets that her thoughts oppressed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sought, whene'er she could, to shun his sight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apart from human kind, still more and more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Raven dwelt, and human speech forbore.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And once upon a wild tempestuous night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all the demons of the earth and air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like raging furies were embattled there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She, peering fearfully, amid the swarm<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flitting athwart the flashes of the storm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By fitful gleams beheld the Raven's form.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To her he spoke not since the fateful night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His chosen comrade passed from human sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save only once, forgetting he was by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And half forgetting too her care and woes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto her lips some idle jest arose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Winona," said the Raven, in a tone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of stern reproof that on the instant froze<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All thought of mirth, and when she met his eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As by a serpent's charm it fixed her own;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hate and anger of a soul intense<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were all compressed in that remorseless glance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The coldly cruel meaning of whose sense<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smote down the shield of her false innocence.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She strove to wrest her eye from his in vain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Held by that gaze ophidian like a bird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in a trance she neither breathed nor stirred.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gazing thus an icy little lance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smaller than quill from wing of humming-bird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shot from his eyes, and a keen stinging pain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sped through the open windows of her brain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her senses failed, she sank upon the ground,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And darkness veiled her eyes; she never knew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How long this was, but when she slowly grew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Back from death's counterfeit, and looked around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So little change was there, that it might seem<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The scene had been but a disordered dream.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Raven sat in his accustomed place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smoking his solitary pipe; his face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A gloomy mask that none might penetrate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Betrayed no sign of anger, grief, or hate;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Absorbed so deep in thoughts that none might share,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He noted not Winona's presence there;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his disdainful lips the thin blue smoke<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From time to time in little spirals broke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Floating like languid sneers upon the air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And settling round him in a veil of blue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So sinister to her disordered view,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That she arose and quickly stole away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She shunned him more than ever from that day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And never more unmoved could she behold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That countenance inscrutable and cold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Hope and Love, like Indian summer's glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gilding the prairies ere December's snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lit with a transient beam Winona's eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The season for the Maidens' Dance drew nigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Redstar vowed, whatever might betide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To claim her on the morrow as his bride.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What now to her was all the world beside?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The evil omens darkening all her sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Malicious sneers, her rival's envious eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While her false lover lingered at her side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All passed like thistle-down unheeded by.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The evening for the dance arrived at last;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An ancient crier through the village passed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And summoned all the maidens to repair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the appointed place, a greensward where,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since last year unprofaned by human feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rustled the prairie grass and flowers sweet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None but the true and pure might enter there&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maidens whose souls unspotted had been kept.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At set of sun the circle there was formed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thitherward the happy maidens swarmed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The people gathered round to view the scene:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old men in broidered robes that trailing swept,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And youths in all their finery arrayed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dotting like tropic birds the prairie green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their rival graces to the throng displayed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winona came the last, but as she stept<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the mystic ring one word, "Beware!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rang out in such a tone of high command<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That all was still, and every look was turned<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To where the Raven stood; his stern eye burned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And like a flower beneath that withering glare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She faded fast. No need that heavy hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To lead Winona from the joyous band;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No need those shameful words that stained the air:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Let not the sacred circle be defiled<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By one who, all too easily beguiled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath her bosom bears a warrior's child."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Winona swiftly fleeing, as she passed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One look upon her shrinking lover cast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That seared his coward heart for many a day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the deepest woods she took her way.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dance was soon resumed, and as she fled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like hollow laughter chasing overhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pursued the music and the maidens' song.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just as she passed from sight an angry eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Glared for a moment from the western sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And flung one quivering shaft of dazzling white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With tenfold thunder-peal, adown the night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her mother followed her, and sought her long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Calling and listening through the falling dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While fast and furious still the cadence grew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the gay dance, whose distant music fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smiting the mother like a funeral knell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High rode the sun in heaven next day before<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The stricken mother found along the shore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The object of her unremitting quest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cooling wave whereon she lay at rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had stilled the tumult of Winona's breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Along that shapely ruin's plastic grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in the parting of her braided hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hopeless mother's glances searching there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Thunder-Bird's mysterious mark might trace.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So died Winona, and let all beware,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For vengeance follows fast and will not spare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor maid, nor warrior that dares offend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who hath the cruel Thunder-Bird for friend.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PEACE-PIPE" id="THE_PEACE-PIPE"></a>THE PEACE-PIPE QUARRY</h2>
+
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image077.png" width="500" height="339" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Outward swell the rolling prairies like the waves of ocean deep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Higher rise the crested billows rolling upward as they sweep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From horizon to horizon, and the air grows pure and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"On the mountains of the prairie," on the wind-swept emerald sea.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As in olden time the zealots who would build unto their God,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sacred temples for his worship, chose a "high place," and the sod<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the consecrated mountain was made holy by the rites</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of footsore and weary pilgrims who had sought the sacred heights,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So instinctively the red-men, roaming o'er the boundless main,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looked for their Manitou above the low level of the plain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sought and found him on the summit of the green wave's swelling crest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rising upward like a mountain, in the valley of the West.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Not to him they founded temples, gilded fanes and altars fair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looking up, they saw already Manitou enthron&egrave;d there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the fastness of the mountain, with his sphynx-like, stony face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watching like a guardian spirit, o'er the dusky lawless race<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who regarded not each other, and their deadly hatred slaked<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the blood of friends and foemen, when their slumbering ire was waked.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gitche Manitou, the Mighty," the Great Spirit throned above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was a God of truth and wisdom, was a God of peace and love;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as God upon Mount Sinai, stooping from his heavenly throne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave the law unto his people, deeply graven into <i>stone</i>,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Gitche Manitou, the Mighty," in compassion for the race<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of unlettered, untaught heathen who knew not his god-like face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save they saw it in the tempest or the lightning's livid glare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or in some familiar emblem they could see, or feel, or wear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Taught them peace and love to kindred, through an emblem formed of stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fashioned in the well-known outlines of a thing they called their own.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the caverns of his store-house, deeply sunken in the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lay the mystical red pipe-stone, never yet by sachem found.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his strong right hand almighty, rent he now the ground in twain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Broke the red stone of the quarry, and, resounding o'er the plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Came this message to the warriors:&mdash;"Let this be to you a sign:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make you calumets of pipe-stone, pledge you peace and love divine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the smoking of this signet. Let it pass from hand to hand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cease you from your wars and wrangling, and be brothers in the land."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Great Spirit's words were heeded, and the calumet, the pipe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which they often smoked together in their councils, was the type</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of good-will and peace thereafter, and upon the quarry's site,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hostile tribes and tongues and races meeting, never meet to fight.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Many legends and traditions cluster round this sacred spot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many histories and records deep with hidden meaning fraught,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have been chiseled on the ledges at the ancient bowlders' base,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who, like strangers in the valley, drifted to a resting place.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 750px;">
+<img src="images/image080.jpg" width="750" height="351" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here, ere Manitou had given to the tribes the pipe of peace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw he mighty war and bloodshed, saw the tribes of men decrease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until fleeing from destruction, come three maidens to the rocks&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The last remnant of all women, hiding from the fearful shocks</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the deadly fight and carnage which was raging through the air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Driven to these three large bowlders, as a refuge in despair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now in memory of the conflict and the part the bowlders bore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are named in weird tradition, "The Three Maidens," evermore.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 750px;">
+<img src="images/image081.jpg" width="750" height="477" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here the thunder-bird portentous, Wakan, terrible in might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made his home in awful grandeur on the cliff's mysterious height.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here the flapping of his pinions brought the fierce, hot lightning's glare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Glazing all the fissured surface like enamel smooth and fair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Melting all the red rock's substance till a foot-print of the bird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plastic then, took form and hardened for a witness of the word.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 445px;">
+<img src="images/image082.jpg" width="445" height="580" alt="Falls of Winnewissa." title="Falls of Winnewissa." />
+<span class="caption">Falls of Winnewissa.</span>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Northward, just beyond the quarry, stands the famous "Leaping Rock,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With its proud head reared to heaven, with an air that seems to mock<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to set at stern defiance, boastful braves who seek for fame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And from agile feats to gather for themselves an envied name.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hither came to try his daring, with brave heart to valor nerved,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hopefully a young Sioux chieftain, never from his purpose swerved,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Came in all his youthful vigor, with his band of stalwart braves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the land of the Dakotas; zealously his spirit craves<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To lead them all in bravery as he oft before has led,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the plumes of the war eagle proudly waving on his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To wear in boastful triumph on the far-famed treacherous height,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in his tribe's traditions, thus his envied name to write.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fearlessly he stands a moment on the overhanging edge<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the nearest cliff's high summit, eyes the small and slippery ledge<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just beyond the yawning chasm which his daring feet must leap;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stands there bold and free and fearless, taking inward at a sweep</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the fearful odds and chances, the deep chasm he must cross&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Calculates with hope of winning, never with a fear of loss.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High above him arch the heavens; deep below him yawns the gulf;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In his ears the cataract thunders, and before him stands the rough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Towering rock with air defiant, standing mocking, beckoning there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a fixed resolve and purpose, he leaps upward in the air&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaps, but not as he had counted, for his feet touch not the goal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But his body plunges downward, and the young Sioux warrior's soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rising upward through the ether, seeks the happy hunting ground<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just as anxious friends and kindred gather hastily around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dropping tears unto his memory and with slow and measured tread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bear away the bold young chieftain, to the mansions of the dead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fear the falls of Winnewissa sweetly wooing to repose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With its murmurous plash of waters perfume-laden of the rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Neath the soil which once <i>his</i> kindred claimed and lived in until we<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rising eastward like a storm-cloud, swept the land from sea to sea.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleepeth well the brave young warrior in this legend-hallowed ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The long sleep that knows no waking till the common trump shall sound.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still the Indian camp-fires glimmer round the sacred quarry's edge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the calumet, the peace-pipe, is to them a friendly pledge:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the doubting pale-face dwelling near the blood-red mystic stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feels around him peace and safety like Elijah's mantle thrown.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/image085.jpg" width="600" height="341" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Long may Manitou, the mighty, the Great Spirit throned above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smile upon his helpless children, fill their lives with peace and love;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And at last, in the great council, at the bidding of his voice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May they meet to smoke the peace-pipe with the people of his choice.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="The_Song_of_Hiawatha" id="The_Song_of_Hiawatha"></a>The Song of Hiawatha.</h2>
+
+
+<h3>THE PEACE-PIPE.</h3>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 243px;">
+<img src="images/image086.png" width="243" height="580" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On the Mountains of the Prairie,<a name="FNanchor_14_15" id="FNanchor_14_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_15" class="fnanchor">[14]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,<a name="FNanchor_15_16" id="FNanchor_15_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_16" class="fnanchor">[15]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gitche Manito, the mighty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He the Master of Life, descending,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the red crags of the quarry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stood erect, and called the nations,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Called the tribes of men together.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his footprints flowed a river,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaped into the light of morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er the precipice plunging downward<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Spirit, stooping earthward,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his finger on the meadow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Traced a winding pathway for it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saying to it, "Run in this way!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the red stone of the quarry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his hand he broke a fragment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Molded it into a pipe-head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shaped and fashioned it with figures;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the margin of the river<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took a long reed for a pipe-stem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With its dark green leaves upon it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Filled the pipe with bark of willow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the bark of the red willow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Breathed upon the neighboring forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made its great boughs chafe together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till in flame they burst and kindled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And erect upon the mountains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gitche Manito, the mighty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smoked the calumet, the Peace-Pipe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As a signal to the nations.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the smoke rose slowly, slowly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the tranquil air of morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First a single line of darkness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then a denser, bluer vapor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then a snow-white cloud unfolding,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the tree-tops of the forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever rising, rising, rising,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till it touched the top of heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till it broke against the heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rolled outward all around it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the Vale of Tawasentha,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the Valley of Wyoming,<a name="FNanchor_16_17" id="FNanchor_16_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_17" class="fnanchor">[16]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the groves of Tuscaloosa,<a name="FNanchor_17_18" id="FNanchor_17_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_18" class="fnanchor">[17]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the far-off Rocky Mountains,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the Northern lakes and rivers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the tribes beheld the signal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw the distant smoke ascending,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Prophets of the nations<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said: "Behold it, the Pukwana!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By this signal from afar off,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bending like a wand of willow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waving like a hand that beckons,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gitche Manito, the mighty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Calls the tribes of men together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Calls the warriors to his council!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 198px;">
+<img src="images/image088.png" width="198" height="300" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="poemtitle"><b>II.</b></div></div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 242px;">
+<img src="images/image089.png" width="242" height="500" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By the shores of Gitche Gumee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the shining Big-Sea-Water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dark behind it rose the forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rose the firs with cones upon them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bright before it beat the water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beat the clear and sunny water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There the wrinkled, old Nokomis<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nursed the little Hiawatha,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rocked him in his linden cradle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bedded soft in moss and rushes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Safely bound with reindeer sinews;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stilled his fretful wail by saying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Hush! the Naked Bear will hear thee!"</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lulled him into slumber, singing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ewa-yea! my little owlet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who is this, that lights the wigwam?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his great eyes lights the wigwam?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ewa-yea! my little owlet!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/image090.png" width="400" height="339" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Hiawathas_Wooing" id="Hiawathas_Wooing"></a>Hiawatha's Wooing.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">At the doorway of his wigwam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat the ancient Arrow-maker,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the land of the Dacotas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Making arrow-heads of jasper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Arrow-heads of chalcedony.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At his side, in all her beauty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat the lovely Minnehaha,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat his daughter, Laughing Water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plaiting mats of flags and rushes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the past the old man's thoughts were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the maiden's of the future.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was thinking, as he sat there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the days when with such arrows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He had struck the deer and bison,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the Muskoday, the meadow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shot the wild goose flying southward,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the wing, the clamorous Wawa;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thinking of the great war-parties,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How they came to buy his arrows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could not fight without his arrows.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, no more such noble warriors,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could be found on earth as they were!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now the men were all like women,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only used their tongues for weapons!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She was thinking of a hunter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From another tribe and country,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Young and tall and very handsome,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who one morning, in the Spring-time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Came to buy her father's arrows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat and rested in the wigwam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lingered long about the doorway,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looking back as he departed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She had heard her father praise him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Praise his courage and his wisdom;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would he come again for arrows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the Falls of Minnehaha?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the mat her hands lay idle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her eyes were very dreamy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through their thoughts they heard a footstep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heard a rustling in the branches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with glowing cheek and forehead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the deer upon his shoulders,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Suddenly from out the woodlands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hiawatha stood before them.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Straight the ancient Arrow-maker<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looked up gravely from his labor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laid aside the unfinished arrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bade him enter at the doorway,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saying, as he rose to meet him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Hiawatha, you are welcome!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At the feet of Laughing Water<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hiawatha laid his burden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Threw the red deer from his shoulders;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the maiden looked up at him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looked up from her mat of rushes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said with gentle look and accent,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"You are welcome, Hiawatha!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Very spacious was the wigwam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made of deer-skin dressed and whitened,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the Gods of the Dakotas<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drawn and painted on its curtains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so tall the doorway, hardly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hiawatha stooped to enter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hardly touched his eagle-feathers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As he entered at the doorway.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then uprose the Laughing Water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the ground fair Minnehaha,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laid aside her mat unfinished,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought forth food and set before them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Water brought them from the brooklet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave them food in earthen vessels,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave them drink in bowls of bass-wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Listened while the guest was speaking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Listened while her father answered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But not once her lips she opened,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not a single word she uttered.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yes, as in a dream she listened<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the words of Hiawatha,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As he talked of old Nokomis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who had nursed him in his childhood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As he told of his companions,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chibiabos, the musician,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the very strong man, Kwasind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And of happiness and plenty<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the land of the Ojibways,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the pleasant land and peaceful.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"After many years of warfare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many years of strife and bloodshed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is peace between the Ojibways</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the tribe of the Dakotas."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus continued Hiawatha,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then added, speaking slowly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"That this peace may last forever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And our hands be clasped more closely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And our hearts be more united,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me as my wife this maiden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Minnehaha, Laughing Water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loveliest of Dakota women!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the ancient Arrow-maker<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Paused a moment ere he answered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smoked a little while in silence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looked at Hiawatha proudly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fondly looked at Laughing Water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And made answer very gravely:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Yes, if Minnehaha wishes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let your heart speak, Minnehaha!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the lovely Laughing Water<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seemed more lovely, as she stood there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Neither willing nor reluctant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As she went to Hiawatha,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softly took the seat beside him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While she said, and blushed to say it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I will follow you, my husband!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This was Hiawatha's wooing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus it was he won the daughter<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the ancient Arrow-maker,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the land of the Dakotas!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="The_River-Lake" id="The_River-Lake"></a>The River-Lake.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">After the cooling shower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft is the twilight hour<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the river-lake.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweetly the plaintive note<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gushes from whippoorwill's throat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gently, gently we float,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Light as a fine snow-flake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Down the river-lake.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dripping oars at rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their murmurous music wake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ripple o'er the breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the peaceful river-lake.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lovely shadows fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a sin-outshutting wall<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the river-lake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Charming the hour and place.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The holiness we trace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Nature's quiet grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Makes sacred for her sake<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All on the river-lake.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O this is purest joy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This it is that makes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me love the wide St. Croix,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The river-lake of lakes.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">E. L. FALES.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/image096.png" width="400" height="327" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Song_of_a_Nadowessee_Chief" id="Song_of_a_Nadowessee_Chief"></a>Song of a Nadowessee Chief.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See on his mat&mdash;as if of yore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All life-like sits he here!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With that same aspect which he wore<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When light to him was dear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But where the right hand's strength? and where<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The breath that loved to breathe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the Great Spirit aloft in air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The peace-pipe's lusty wreath?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And where the hawk-like eye, alas!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That wont the deer pursue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Along the waves of rippling grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or fields that shone with dew?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Are these the limber, bounding feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That swept the winter's snows?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What stateliest stag so fast and fleet?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their speed outstripped the roe's!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These arms, that then the steady bow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Could supple from its pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How stark and helpless hang they now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Adown the stiffened side!</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet weal to him&mdash;at peace he stays<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where never fall the snows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where o'er the meadows springs the maize<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That mortal never sows.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where birds are blithe on every brake&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where forests teem with deer&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where glide the fish through every lake&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One chase from year to year!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With spirits now he feasts above;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All left us&mdash;to revere<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The deeds we honor with our love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The dust we bury here.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here bring the last gift! loud and shrill<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wail, death dirge for the brave!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What pleased him most in life may still<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Give pleasure in the grave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We lay the ax beneath his head<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He swung when strength was strong&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bear on which his banquets fed&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The way from earth is long!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And here, new sharped, place the knife<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That severed from the clay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From which the ax had spoiled the life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The conquered scalp away!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The paints that deck the dead bestow&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yes, place them in his hand&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That red the kingly shade may glow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Amid the spirit-land.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">SIR. E. L. BULWER.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Mahnusatia" id="Mahnusatia"></a>"Mahnusatia."</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A pine-girt lake, broad spread; a glimpse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of clear-rimmed bay, encroaching lusk<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon a lapse of rocky vale;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beyond, a brunt-browed mountain, set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Abrupt against a weary waste<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of level, sparse-grown forest plain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vanguard of Order's birth on Earth's<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Primeval stage, sphynx-like, the mount<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From chaos burst upon a world<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of sea in space. It kept its head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the sun; it pierced the dense of the mists;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It gathered forces, one by one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until the land by light was kissed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The waters slunk away to Lake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Superior's bent, leaving a child<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At play, on a plateau's breast, content.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Marking the march of time, the mount<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grew grim and gray, while ages stored<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their riches at its feet away:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ore-of-iron riches deep stowed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In vaults of rock, for creature king<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of future age to fit the key<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of genius in their ancient locks;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stowed wealth to bless a nation, whose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Motto: "Onward! Light!" befits it<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For that mountain's home, which pierced through<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Inchoate night; stowed signet seal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With which to stamp that fair land's Queen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of States, whose crested monogram,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With sheaves of wheat entwined, the North<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Star scintillates.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">Guarding the till<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of treasure, mountain, grim and gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Playing with wind and wave, child-lough<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lazy bay&mdash;Archaic group<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are they, whose quiet naught details<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of primal epochs; yet, as face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of man with furrowed wrinkles marked<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And seared, suggests his past life's course,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their presence in itself reveals<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The trace of annals which their calm<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Conceals. So Mystery's seeds were sown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even the simple Indian folk,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Naive indigene of primitive plain,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beheld with minds to quickened thought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Provoked, that single skyward height<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Break stark upon the main and called<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It "Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because, they said, it was the breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Mother Earth, which there arose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To succor spirit souls in quest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of joyous hunting-grounds, of which<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their wise men tell. And not to them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alone has nature from this rare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scene appealed to fancy; for, when</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old Father Time, from out his horn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of plenty, had poured the years full<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Generations high upon the one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To which this legend runs, the white<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Man came, bearing a waving stick,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His country's standard, into these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Proemial haunts. The lake, wine-stained,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He called "Vermilion," but the mount<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which broke upon his vision from<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under a chastened moon, he named,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Jasper," after glories promised<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the kingdom of his own God.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="poemhr"><hr style='width: 50%;' /></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The wild rice bent its fragile stalk<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath a crown of ripened grain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The birch and oak and maple blazed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Autumn's glory forth, and set aflame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With red and gold, the northland pines,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perennial green. The light wind's voice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was muffled in requiem, mournful, low,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A parting song to Summer, sad, soft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And measured slow. Timed to the chant<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of death, but tuned to death's sweet hope&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Joy-hope of sorrow born&mdash;fair birth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A freer life of fuller scope!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sinking sun set all ablush<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bosom of the lake. Upon the edge<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of twilight rode the specter moon&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swift pinioned bird of noiseless flight&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hung a halo far above<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mount Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Along the shard-strewn shore, a band<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Chippeway braves had pitched their camp,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To celebrate, with rites of their<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Medawe, the flooding season's<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tide of full-grown grain. In and out<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among the shadow-lengthened pines,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their dusky forms moved, one by one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To circle silently around<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The council fire. And when the tribe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were gathered all, the day was done;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its splendor shifted to the Queen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Night, that, flushed with triumph, flung<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adown the path of sky, beyond<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mount Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bridge of golden gleams, to lose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Themselves within the darkling depths<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Lake Vermilion's lifeless bay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Guteba, like Jacob's son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The favored one of twelve, arose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No warrior paint his tawny skin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bedecked, nor eagle plume, nor claw<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of beast adorned his royal head&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Base custom that of vulgar herd.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wore a girt of wampum, nor<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Need had he of other raiment;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For form erect, and sinewy frame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And kindling eye, bespoke the garb<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of manhood.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">Thus he addressed them:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"From yonder window, framed in sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swings Ko-go-gau-pa-gon.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The God of Life has placed it there.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down-hanging from the happy land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where spirits go, it forms a bridge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er which all ransomed souls must cross.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 429px;">
+<img src="images/image103.png" width="429" height="500" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In fineness built, of beam of moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It sinks and rolls, my children. But<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The light of foot and brave of heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fear not. And one thing mark: before<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An Indian may touch sole upon</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those gleaming strands of gold, he first<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must navigate the bay, within<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose darkly deep and treacherous bounds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The water, shamming, seems to sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But only lies, like cunning fox,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To snare unwary passers-by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hold them from their homeward way.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The story is not new. It is<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Told with every year, as I do tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It now, when comes Medawe time;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all the earth was young in youth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mighty Water reigned thereon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And breath of life was not. Then, here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the wind was heard a voice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In thunder tones, which said unto<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Water, 'Kitchie Gumme, I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Am Gezha Manitou&mdash;of Life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Master Spirit. Lo! I bid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy waves recede. Here, leading up<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Past Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the Soul's Hereafter, I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have established Ke-wa-ku-na.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy waters overleap my path<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that my children cannot pass.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou'st gone too far. Retreat to serve<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within the spacious metes which I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have set for thee.' Because the waves<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would not, Gezha Manitou hurled<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Them back upon each other, till<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They sank deeper and deeper and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deeper into perpetual sea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Time does not count backward beyond</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That struggle, but the water's voice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has ever since been dumb where it<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took place; his arms have there refused<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The birch canoe to cradle, or<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fish to succor. There, also<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He called the Matchie Manitou,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The evil ones, to do his will.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They slew the buffalo, until<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rocks turned red with blood. They stole<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The souls of them who sought to pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The water grave; and man grew sad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And heavy-hearted. Then the voice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Gezha Manitou again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was heard in words of speech to say:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'When winter snows, and springtime showers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And summer suns have rounded out<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moon of ripened grain, light fires<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To mark the places where your dead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Await my messengers to guide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Them home. Of meat to eat provide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Them none; but shape their arrows strong<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And true. My buffalo will herd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the water, and, along<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The shores, thy garnered stores of grass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And grain must yield them food. Their horns<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will golden glimmer on the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make them easy prey for home<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bound souls, and they shall not be harmed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By Matchie Manitou. All clothed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In serpent skin and sharpened tooth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And poisoned tongue, my guides will come.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, let the living wary be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And go not near the tombs after</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The haze of dusk turns dark of night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For swift my heralds will approach<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those ghostly haunts with sure demand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For every soul that's found therein,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be it in body dead or quick.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The month, the day, the hour is here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My children, when the dead may cross<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Ke-wa-ku-na less the fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of harm, and we have come to say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The last farewell. Wacumic's tomb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among the rest, awaits the torch.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In council, he was the Wise Man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In war, the Brave Chief, and at home<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Best Loved,&mdash;his forefathers famed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For deeds of valor, virtue, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wisdom far back as memory takes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The trail. His name, interpreted<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'The waters ceased and earth began,'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Denotes the time to which his line<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of lineage runs. His spirit craves<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The promised land of happy hunt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And chase, and sweetly flowing streams.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our numbers are few, but our hearts<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are strong. We are weak from the loss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of many battles, far from home;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our horizon is shadowed by the Sioux;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their echoing songs ring the woodlands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through. Is it wise for us to light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The zenith of our skies, e'en tho'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It be with flame of sacred fire?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wacumic was my father; you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My children are. I have finished."</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Against the circle's center stake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The chieftain placed his wing-trimmed stick&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Most curious crozier, which gave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the thought of him, whose palm<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It touched a brilliant speaking tongue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Resumed his honored place the tribe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Then stranger far, than track<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of wayward bird, or swirling wind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was Janishkisgan's forward course.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A maid of plebeian birth, she did<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not ask the leave of public speech&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A right to woman not allowed&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But from her people, where she sat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With meekness due, stepped out and grasped<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The staff Guteba had released,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus arrogating to herself<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The right of oracle.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">She said:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I was thy dead chief's handmaid, Friends.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twelve months agone, I was with him<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the battle-field alone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Sioux were all around us; their<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faces war-red painted; their cries<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of vengeance filling all the air.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He to his saddle caught me up.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Great Spirit strengthened his arm;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lightning whet his ax; the wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Speeded his pony's hoofs. Through walls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of human blood he cut our way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on his tomb no single scalp</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The deed remarks, or notes the slain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He left to whiten bones upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The plains. He saved my life. What can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I better do with it than use<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It for him? Arrows ready make;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gather the grass and grain with which<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To feed the golden horns; prepare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fuel for the sacred fires<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I will light and keep them bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the tombs. From my lips<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Speaks Gezha Manitou. I have done."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Upon the silence which her words<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Produced, the night-hawk's startling cry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Succeeded, and, round and round, above<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her head a milk-white falcon soared,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now sailing high, now skimming low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if some mystic orison<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In exultation it performed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Symbolic bird! Thy course no chance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Directed. Talismanic art<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou held by this nomadic tribe:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, when the First Wacumic ruled<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The band, from all the hosts of field<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And feathery flock of heaven, thou wert<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Elected Totem. Favored One!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their fate forever linked to thine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy image crested on their shields;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy every flight prophetic held!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Now, watch the trend of savage mind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even Chief Guteba, who loved</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Indian maid, knew that the bird<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A seal had put upon her, from which<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her accomplished task alone would<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Freedom give; and drove his knife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the thickness of his thigh<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hilt deep, to ease his pain of heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That one so young, so fair and so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Much loved withal, must need take thought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of courage.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">The Great Medicine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Confirmed the omen, in these words:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Daughter, thou art chosen: go forth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I give thee holy token, no<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Woman ever wore before. It is<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The medicine, which none but brave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of noble birth may wear. Though thou<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Art not of chieftain father bred,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still yet thou art born noble. Take,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Janishkisgan, and to the top<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There let thine eye be keen, the path<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of open safety to descry;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Use this plume of eagle plucked,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To point to us the way. We will<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prepare the arrows; grass and grain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Arrange, and make the fuel ready for<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flame upon the graves. When four<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And twenty hours have passed, light thou<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fires upon the tombs, and keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Them brightly burning till the ripe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rich moon has emptied all its gold."</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">He hung the amulet about<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her throat&mdash;the medicine, a bag<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of dried, misshapen skin, that held<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The healing herbs&mdash;a homely guise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That promised for them little worth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, so are virtues ofttimes clothed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">She raised her eyes to heaven, as one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made free of fear and full of faith;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then moved away, while marveled all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who saw her glowing, peaceful face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not knowing that her heart held court<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within its inner self, as thus:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I thank thee, milk-white bird, that guides<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My path. E'en now Guteba's lips<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are ripe to burst with love of me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I see it in his glance; I hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It in his tones. My heart doth not<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Respond. His presents are prepared<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With which to buy me from my sire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His wigwam waits his bride, but I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will never follow there. Thou hast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Given me right, thou barbarous bird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To say him nay, who loves him not;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, where the handmaid must obey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The maid who lights the sacred fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bears the medicine shall have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her equal say. And should my life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yield in my task, thou'rt kinder, Death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than wandering heart from wigwam fire."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">The Chippeway band to safety moved,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far toward the rising sun, and pitched</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their camp anew; then hoped, less hope,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For tidings of Janishkisgan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That never came.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Guteba's face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The while was draped with care, his tongue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With sadness locked. To muffled ears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His wise men spake, when they implored<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Him, for his honor's sake, to take<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A wife&mdash;he being counted less<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than man by Redskin code, who sits<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within his teepee door, without<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The serving squaw and papoose squawk.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Meantime the Great White Bird, from out<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The North, came riding on the wind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its wings o'er heaven spread, and shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its down on hill and plain, the earth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In snow deep lying. Fasted then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Guteba long, and vowed unto<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Himself that, cold in death or rich<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In life, the maiden should be found;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Across his shoulder flung his bow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And arrow quiver; in his belt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Placed tomahawk and battle-ax<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lance; to westward sallied forth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor of his purpose spoke.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Three times the sun went round<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its course and still he tarried from<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His home, while in the Chippeway camp<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Anxiety grew alarm at his<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Extended stay, and laggard seemed</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each tiny fleeting moment to<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The last, until, when three times three<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The days had rolled into the past.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A shout was heard, and sound of life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And roll of drum and tramp of feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And happy, joyous song proclaimed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sachem's safe return.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">He came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With flowing locks and steady step,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And form erect, his people round<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About him flocking, wild with joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And full of eager questions, put,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of where he'd been and what he'd seen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To which his only answer was:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Up Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As one possessed by purpose stern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He passed along, nor paused until<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The halt was made his wigwam door<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before, where his aged mother stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give him greeting. Something more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than sweetness beamed in welcome from<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His smile the while he took her hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In his and spoke that blessed name<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of "Mother."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">Then, most sudden end<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of joy!&mdash;into her outstretched arms<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sank, as tho' he lent himself<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To gentle sleep, upon his lips<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The seal of Gezha Manitou;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Else had they told the tale, the which<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To tell, had given him strength to bear</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A deep and mortal arrow wound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A long march: How Janishkisgan<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lingered from her father's tent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To nurse the water Medicine Sioux,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Chief Minnepazuka" called, who, though<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For healing arts renowned, had down<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Been stricken with the plague upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mountain top, his wisdom shorn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of power through lack of body strength<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With which to put it into use.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dead Chief's sense of justice craved<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gift of further speech, to tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The facts that lead thereto as all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sufficient in themselves to plead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her pardon. How Janishkisgan<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Found the Sioux, near the jaws of death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in her sympathy forgot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That she a Chippeway was and he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of hostile stem. She took from him<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The secret he had wrested from<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The waves, and mixed a cure thereby<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With which his life she saved. She kept<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fires burning, while waiting on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His needs, nor gave him but the time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That they required; yet both had learned<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lesson, dear as life itself&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each to the other had taught it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And both had learned the same&mdash;learned to love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a love so holy, that they<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must needs a union plan, in which<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There, too, should be united all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their severed bands. Guteba heard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his own ears, the chieftain swear</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he would bring from his far home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On western slopes, the richest gifts<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of field and forest, to demand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His bride from her own father's hand:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, with the rest, bring too, the white<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winged dove of peace, nor claim from lips<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So passing sweet, one tiny kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without this all accomplished. Chief<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Guteba, hid in neighboring shrub,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'erheard these vows, with tomahawk<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well aimed against the Sioux Chief's head;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, hanging on the words, felt all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His being's manhood stir in plea<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For nobler action: fall down let<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The threatening blade, and, chief to chief,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Challenged the Sioux to combat with<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lance for Janishkisgan's hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It being current practice, that<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He who victored in such a fray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was held a friend for aye, by all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The vanquished chieftain's people. Hurt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With fatal stab, the Chippeway Chief<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had hastened home, to urge upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His tribe the well-earned peace, the which<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Minnepazuka's lance had won.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Inexplicable fate! That coined<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His lofty purpose and effort, staunch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the very ill, for whose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Opposite good he sought; in death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Closed his lips, still undelivered<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of their message, and left instead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A gaping wound to cry, "Revenge!"</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">The tribe tore out their hair, and put<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blackening pigment on, and sang<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their grieving songs; athirst for blood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unheeding danger, struck their tents<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And formed for march, in single file,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Back, back in gloom, to silent tombs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beside the dark, deep bay, below<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mount Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There to lay their beloved chief's<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Remains.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">And, there, Janishkisgan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Filled with the superstition of<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her kind, made pillow nightly on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her mother's grave, as well secure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As tho' she slept within the wigwam.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there it was, one morning's dawn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The somber funeral cort&egrave;ge found<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her. Most certain proof of innocence<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And guilelessness and conscience all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At ease to rest upon a grave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At night, was it considered. But thus<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be, in calm repose, a smile<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Transcendent on the lips, as if<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good spirits hovered near, almost<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were past belief of seeing eye.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So moved were they, who saw her there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They stole away in awesome hush<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Along a trackless trail, beneath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A ledge of rugged rock. Above<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their heads a bowlder's jutting edge<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Protruded, where, this early morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Minnepazuka came to sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A song of love.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Alas! That she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who dreamed of him, had dream so sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her smile to him disastrous proved:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, in that northern wild, no spot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So fit for ambush was as this<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unbeaten, shrub-grown path of rock<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To which the Chippeways' impulse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Led them; and none so ill-secure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From ambuscading foe as this<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Same barren bowlder, upon whose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'erhanging height, the Sioux reclined.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">His prelude, played on flageolet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In clear and clarion tones, broke through<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The still of dawn and fell on ears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of foes, who crept upon him, the while<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He softly sang:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">"Oh, my Dove's Eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou dear one, hearest thou not<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My voice? Thou lingerest far from me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am the Water Medicine. Rocks<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flow living streams if I but call.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou sharest my secrets, wee one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou, too, hast quaffed of Immortal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waters. Why linger far from me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the fever was upon me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then wast thou near me, thou Sunbeam.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, I am strong. To-morrow will<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I journey toward the setting sun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I will come back again for thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My people shall be thine, my own.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hearken to the voice of my song.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p>
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 443px;">
+<img src="images/image117.jpg" width="443" height="580" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My love is like the shining sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the pure snow of the mount&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It would blush upon thy cheek, but<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It would not destroy thee. Hear me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gentle one; fear me not. Thou didst<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not love the Chief Guteba. Thy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lips have confessed it to me, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My lance drank his heart dry. Now, thou<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleepest upon thy mother's tomb."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">As like the lightning of the storm<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forensic message on the walls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of heaven writes, to fill the earth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With pause of tragic dread, so did<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Guteba's name, on alien tongue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For one brief moment holden stay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The stealthy steps that stole about<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Sioux and closed escaping path<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Around him. And as thunder lends<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the tempest's roar a voice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More awful because of that but<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Momentary respite, so with<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The next succeeding breath, the air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was curdled with the Chippeway cry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of vengeance. Before the Sioux could<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Change within his grasp the place<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of joyous flute for battle-ax<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was surrounded by them and made<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Their royal captive.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">In thongs bound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down and tortured, Janishkisgan<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next beheld him. But love, like theirs,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which hath preserved itself through test<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In purity, knows not despair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor can it hush itself to ease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If it can find the chance to act<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the beloved one's behalf.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So while the maid, well-honored guard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of sacred fires, passed freely round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From friend, to friend, with greetings kind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In measure full returned, her thoughts<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were busy with the night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">When all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was still beneath the stars, she left<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her blanket couch, high-heaped on leaves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let the prisoner free. Under<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An old oak tree they said farewell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not without Minnepazuka's<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Protestations, who plead as thus:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">"Oh, come with me, and be my bride;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My home is on the prairies wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where West sweeps westward, in its pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To mount the heights of mountain side;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where yellow glows the sunflower's gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And earth rolls rich in mellow mold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where cactus bloom and roses blush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rivers sweep through greensward lush;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where deer and antelope and bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Abound as free as sunlit air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where buffalo and cayote dwell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And perch and trout the clear brook swell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, come; oh, come, and live with me&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To serve thee I shall happy be.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll pluck thee bed of down of swan;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy cares make light as foot of fawn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll build canoe of birch-wood bark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To cradle thee, my Singing Lark.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll rob the white bear for thy frock;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll bring thee paint from red of rock;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll note the honey-bee in its flight&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gather its sweets by bright moonlight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll coax the fishes from the wave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy slightest wish shall bind me slave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My arrow true its bow will fly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To draw abundance from the sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The heavens shall tremble at my voice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thy dear heart rejoice, rejoice.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, fly with me, these arms to bless;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rest, rest, my little love, on my breast."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">"It cannot be, my beaming-eyed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until our people are allied.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My father's step is growing slow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No other child hath he. The snow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon his head would pile did I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But go with thee. I beg thee fly."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">"No claim so binding is as love&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, come, oh, come, my nestling dove&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy hands have set me free. And all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blame of my escape will fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On thee. Thy father will disown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee; the children cruel will stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee, and&mdash;&mdash;"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">"And I will think of thee."</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">"Leave thee alone to bear such wrongs!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, no. Upon my wrists bind back<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The thongs. I will not freedom take.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twere better far than price like this<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To perish at the stake. Bind back<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The thongs."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">"Thou wouldst spare me pain? Then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go. Each tiny, lapping flame of fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That fed its tongue on thee, would scorch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The life-blood in my heart until<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the funeral pyre, I'd throw<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My worthless self. I beg thee go."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Alas! Thy heart is cold to me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">"Nay, nay, not so; it all is thine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I give it in this kiss. 'Twill sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To thee from throat of bird; it will<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Echo on the wind; it will<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Caress thee from the dew;&mdash;'tis all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have; it is thine. Farewell."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">"Gentle One, thou givest me life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To take it from me. Thou lily heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art my own, my other self:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy god declares it unto thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And mine to me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">"And over all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the Great Spirit. Farewell."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">"Thou wilt not go?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">"Farewell."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">"Farewell."</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sad fate, by human standard judged,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Indian maiden brought upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Herself. Given to eat with dogs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clothed in rags, disgraced, driven from<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her father's door, the power of love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sustained her. Magic Power, Great<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Architect, Superb Chemist Love!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The heart that entertains thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grows lofty in spirit gentleness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E'en tho' thou deignst to make it but<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy workshop. So Janishkisgan<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knew thee. Fearing only to prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unworthy of her august guest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She walked in the midst of scorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Contempt, contumely, sneers and stern<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Displeasure, with that forbearance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And kindly dignity, which re-won<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her friends, despite themselves; so that<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At last they gave her pitying peace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And listened with their heart-strings tuned<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To life's better part, while she sang<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her farewell song, each eve beneath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">After a time the plague<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Broke out and lamentations rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On every hand. Old women made<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their teas and plied their healing arts;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Great Medicine Men implored<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gezha Manitou's aid, and all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The vibrant air was resonant<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With invoking incantations.&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Death marched on. Then Janishkisgan</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bethought her of her lover's cure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gathered the balsam root and mixed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Therefrom the potent draught, as he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had taught her. Great Medicine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It was, that brought the glow of health<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the faded, hollow cheeks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the people blessed the maid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Called her, "Mahnusatia," which means<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The balm that heals. Surrounded by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dread disease, she came and went<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unscathed, as if by unseen hands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Protected. Where her gentle tones<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were heard or where her light step fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It was as if an angel passed.&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wan faces smiled, and hearts felt hope,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And trembling lips found voice to cry:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Mahnusatia! Mahnusatia!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus in love was she renamed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Reinstated and reintrenched<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deeper then ever in hearts which<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had once renounced her, still she lived<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As one apart. The seasons came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And passed, and as they did, the tribe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Changed camp, from place to place, with each<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Recurring Autumn to return<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But "Mahnusatia" never left<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The silent village. There she kept<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her vigil, night by night, under<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The old oak tree. Her form became<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wasted; her eyes lustrous; her limbs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grew to tremble, but her voice was</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweeter, as on each even's breeze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In rain or shine, in storm or calm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was heard her fond farewell. Her life's<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Last breath was spent in that farewell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her body lay under the oak, whose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spreading branches caught up the sad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Refrain, "Farewell, farewell," and gave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It back again each eventide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Her spirit lived in a thousand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tongues, for where the Chippeway saw<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The balsam tree, he turned his face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toward Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As Mahometan to Mecca, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cried out in reverential tones,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Mahnusatia! Mahnusatia!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">It lives to-day, mere chance of fate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perchance, a monument of fame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than which nor time, nor nation, nor<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">People have ever better built;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A monument of State, that rears<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its regal, star-crowned head above<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its sisters', in the grandest, most<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Glorious Union, which the world<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has ever known.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Yet who shall say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who hath not infinite knowledge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is but fortune's accident<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That honors such fidelity?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who, rather, shall not concede, that,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down the path of time, a fitness,<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124a" id="Page_124a">[Pg 124a]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 480px;">
+<img src="images/image124.jpg" width="480" height="500" alt="THE RIVER LAKE." title="THE RIVER LAKE." />
+<span class="caption">THE RIVER LAKE.</span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Everlasting, perpetuates<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sweet, sweet Indian name, which, in<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nobler accents, English spoken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Echoes the wide, wide world around:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Minnesota! Minnesota!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">MRS. FANNIE L. STONE.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/image125.png" width="300" height="340" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="The_Descending_Star" id="The_Descending_Star"></a>The Descending Star.</h2>
+
+<h3>(A CHIPPEWA LEGEND.)</h3>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Chieftain sat in his wigwam door<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And smoked his evening pipe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While a crowd of Indian boys and girls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Knowing his wisdom ripe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were begging him to a story tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For votive offering brought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tobacco loved by the aged sage;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So he told the tale they sought.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There was once a time when the world was filled<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a people happy," he said:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"The crimson tide of war rolled not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor against each other led,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each rival tribe their warriors brave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the nations were as one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The frightful scourge that has wasted us<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Had, happily, not begun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"With game in plenty forest and plain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Abounded. None were in want<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ghastly famine never touched<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The tribes with its finger gaunt.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126a" id="Page_126a">[Pg 126a]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 482px;">
+<img src="images/image126.jpg" width="482" height="500" alt="CARVER&#39;S CAVE." title="CARVER&#39;S CAVE." />
+<span class="caption">CARVER&#39;S CAVE.</span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At the bidding of man the beasts of the field<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All meekly went and came;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For they feared him not, nor reason had,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But all were harmless and tame.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Unending spring for winter's blasts<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And chills gave never a place;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each tree and bush bowed low with fruit<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So they needed not the chase.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A carpet of flowers covered the earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While the air with their perfume<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was laden. The songs of mated birds<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rose ever in sweetest tune.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The earth was indeed a paradise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And man was worthy to live<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Mong these delights in tranquil peace<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That merit alone can give.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Indians&mdash;sole possession then&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Roamed here and there at will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er plains and lakes and wilderness&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ah, that it were so still!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"They numbered millions, as nature designed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Enjoying her many gifts.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sports of the field were their delight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Such life the soul uplifts.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They watched the stars with loving gaze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thought that they must be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The homes of the good, with the Great Spirit<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the heavens roaming free.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"One night a star shone strangely bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out-shining all the rest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At first they deemed it far away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Its nearness never guessed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then some declared they believed it stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Just over the tree-tops tall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To solve the doubt a council of<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The wisest men they call.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"These went one night and found the star<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was something like a bird.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It hovered just above the trees&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They feared, for they had heard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From their forefathers that it might<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A bloody war foretell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And over them a silent dread<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of some disaster fell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"One moon had waned&mdash;the mystery<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No one could solve or tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If the omen of their heavenly guest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Foreboded ill or well:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When a warrior had a wondrous dream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A lovely maiden came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And stood by his side&mdash;in sweetest tones,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She called him by his name.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"'I love your beautiful lakes,' said she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Your mountains clothed in green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In yonder sky, shining above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My sisters still are seen.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I have left them to come and live<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Among your race, young brave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To find a suitable home for me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Go ask your sages grave.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"'And pray what form shall I assume<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To be best loved by you?'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The youth awoke and stepped from his lodge<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The ominous star to view.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It shone with undimmed luster where<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It had stood for many a day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet he firmly believed it the visitor<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His waking had driven away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"At early dawn the crier was sent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Around the camp to call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The warriors at once to the Council Lodge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there before them all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The young brave told his dream so strange.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For love, they said, no doubt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For love of man the star had come<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wandered thereabout.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"To welcome her to earth next night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Five noble braves were sent.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She took the pipe of peace, which herbs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A sweet aroma lent.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then with expanded wing she came<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hovered near their homes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like one who wished to be at rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But still unwilling roams.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"In dreams she asked the youth again:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Pray tell where I shall live,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what form now must I assume<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To most enjoyment give?'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He could not decide, so she was told<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For herself 'twere best to choose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tribe might through their ignorance<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her heavenly wisdom lose.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"On the mountains first in the pure white rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She dwelt; but all unseen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the tribe she loved: so next she went<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To be the prairie's queen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She trembled with fear, with ceaseless dread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At the hoof of the buffalo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For safety then a rocky cliff<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She sought and glanced below.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"'I know where I will live,' she said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Where glides the swift canoe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the race I most admire, and where,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dear children, always you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My playmates can be. I will kiss your cheeks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As you slumber by the lake.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here with you all, my best beloved,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My home I will ever make.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"These words she spoke and alighted soon<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the water's limpid breast.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looked down at her image reflected there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At last she was at rest.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130a" id="Page_130a">[Pg 130a]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/image130.jpg" width="600" height="345" alt="&quot;THESE WORDS SHE SPAKE AND ALIGHTED SOON ON THE WATERS&#39;
+LIMPID BREAST.&quot;" title="&quot;THESE WORDS SHE SPAKE AND ALIGHTED SOON ON THE WATERS&#39;
+LIMPID BREAST.&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THESE WORDS SHE SPAKE AND ALIGHTED SOON ON THE WATERS&#39;
+LIMPID BREAST.&quot;</span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the morning sun, as pure as heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A thousand lilies basked;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Wah-be-gwan-nee, water lily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Indian children asked.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"In the southern sky this bright star lived;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her brethren can be seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far off in the cold North, hunting the bear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Meanwhile, with ardor keen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her sisters watch from East and West,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And here, an exile lone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She sees her heavenly kindred fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the home that was her own.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My children, when the lilies pure<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You pluck from the placid lake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hold them toward heaven, their rightful home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Abandoned for your sake.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they may be happy here on earth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As any sister star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That, stationed in the summer sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gleams brightly from afar."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">IDA SEXTON SEARLS.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="The_Trailing_Arbutus" id="The_Trailing_Arbutus"></a>The Trailing Arbutus.</h2>
+
+<h3>EPIG&AElig;A REPENS.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the vast, primeval forest, unremembered moons ago,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the streams were dumb and palsied, all the earth was white with snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the eerie wind went chasing evil spirits through the wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Neath the gaunt and leafless tree-tops, an old Indian teepee stood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In it lived an old man only, with white locks and flowing beard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clad in furs from head to foot-sole, like one to the north-land reared:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Weakly his scant fire resisted the dread storm-fiend's icy breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And its deep, portentous rumblings spoke of swift approaching death.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crouching there, "O Mannaboosho," cried he through the awful night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Here behold me, thy brave warrior. I will conquer in thy might."</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the lodge door softly opened and in stepped a beauteous form<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clad in ferns and sweet spring grasses. When she breathed, the air grew warm.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Large her eyes were, glowing brightly, as at night, the lustrous fawn's.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Red her cheeks were like wild roses or bright carmine-tinted dawns.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long her hair and black as raven's, trailing o'er the frozen ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her hands with pussy-willows, like close-fitting gloves were bound.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fair wild-flowers crowned her tresses and her dainty little feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were encased in two white lilies from the great lakes pure and sweet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the old man, "Ah, my daughter, I am glad to see you here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though my lodge is cold and cheerless, it will shield you, never fear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But pray tell me, fearless maiden, how these icy blasts you dare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To confront in such strange clothing? Will you not the secret share?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am old Kabibonokka, and my breath in ice congeals.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I shake my locks, the snow falls. All the earth my power feels.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hastily the birds fly southward and the squirrels safely hide."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ah how strange!" replied the maiden. "I spread beauty far and wide.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I shake my raven tresses, soft, warm rain falls from the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the birds come back a-building in the leafy tree-tops high."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus they talked, but soon the teepee grew like summer, strangely warm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the old man's head dropped listless o'er a soundly-sleeping form.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High the sun rode in the heavens, and a bluebird, pert and trim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Called out, "Say-ee, I am thirsty;" and the rivers flowed for him.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the old man slept, the maiden passed her hand above his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he smaller grew and smaller, till, all mortal substance sped,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a mass of green leaves growing there remained upon the earth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fairy maiden stooping, with an air of quiet mirth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took pink-tinted flowers and hid them all about beneath the leaves;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her sweet, fresh breath upon them, like a spell she softly breathes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As she sings with clear, wild warblings, "of my graces, I give all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And who shall desire to pluck thee, on his bended knees shall fall."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then as onward moved the maiden, through the woods and o'er the plains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the jocund birds sang to her, o'er her fell the spring-time rains,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the arbutus in beauty, 'neath her fairy footsteps sprung.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nowhere else in vale or woodland were the precious seedlets flung.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still Northern Minnesota, near the great unsalted sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trace we will the maiden's footsteps where these self-same blossoms be.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">ADELAIDE GEORGE BENNET.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/image135.png" width="450" height="167" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Nopa" id="Nopa"></a>Nopa.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the shelter of the forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By the cataract's lonely brink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Shadow Falls, we call them nowadays)<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the red deer came to drink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lived old Chaska and his daughter<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nopa, in their tepee small.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Handsome was this dusky maiden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Eyes like deer and form so tall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Seche-do&mdash;bad man," said Chaska,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As the moccasin he laid down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ready for the wampum finish;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nopa's skill his work must crown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She had told him of an artist,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sunny-haired with hand of snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose canoe was fastened daily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the river just below.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Talk not to the treacherous white man,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Chaska said, in tones of wrath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Harken, daughter, to my warning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Never must he cross my path!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But poor Nopa little heeded<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her old father's wise command;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watching close, each day and evening<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the footsteps in the sand.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136a" id="Page_136a">[Pg 136a]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 531px;">
+<img src="images/image136.jpg" width="531" height="308" alt="SHADOW FALLS." title="SHADOW FALLS." />
+<span class="caption">SHADOW FALLS.</span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Weeks have passed without his coming;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Weeks like years, so full of pain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the Indian maiden thinking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Will he never come again?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Surely now she hears his footsteps<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the misty waters pour.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Falling headlong down the chasm:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nopa will return no more.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Chaska hears her calling wildly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Seeks to grasp the fleeing form<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Follows till the rushing waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Swollen with the autumn's storm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cruel, cast his lifeless body<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Mong the rocks and caverns wild;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Desolate, the lonely tepee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Waits the hunter and his child.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now, in autumn, when the aster<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nods its purple plumes in pride;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the black-eyed Susan coyly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Neath the gorgeous sumach hides;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the golden-rod so stately,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To outshine all others tries;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the mist of early evening<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Two dark forms are seen to rise.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Chaska and his dusky daughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shades from out the spirit-land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flitting, falling, downward, downward,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till they reach the shining sand.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vanish then beside the river,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where her faithless lover's bark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once was moored. The waves, all lonely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lap the sands with shadows dark.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">IDA SEXTON SEARLS.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 314px;">
+<img src="images/image138.png" width="314" height="350" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="The_Sea-Gull18" id="The_Sea-Gull18"></a>The Sea-Gull.<a name="FNanchor_18_19" id="FNanchor_18_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_19" class="fnanchor">[18]</a></h2>
+
+<h3>A LEGEND OF LAKE SUPERIOR. OJIBWAY.</h3>
+
+<h3><i>In the measure of Hiawatha.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center"><small>[The numerals refer to Notes to The Sea-Gull, in Appendix.]</small></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On the shore of Gitchee Gumee<a name="FNanchor_19_20" id="FNanchor_19_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_20" class="fnanchor">[19]</a>&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deep, mysterious, mighty waters&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the m&acirc;nitoes&mdash;the spirits&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ride the storms and speak in thunder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the days of N&eacute;m&egrave;-Sh&oacute;mis,<a name="FNanchor_20_21" id="FNanchor_20_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_21" class="fnanchor">[20]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the days that are forgotten,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dwelt a tall and tawny hunter&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gitchee P&eacute;z-ze-u&mdash;the Panther,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Son of Waub-Ojeeg,<a name="FNanchor_21_22" id="FNanchor_21_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_22" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> the warrior,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Famous Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strong was he and fleet as roebuck,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brave was he and very stealthy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the deer crept like a panther;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grappled with Makw&aacute;,<a name="FNanchor_22_23" id="FNanchor_22_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_23" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> the monster,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grappled with the bear and conquered;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took his black claws for a necklet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took his black hide for a blanket.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the Panther wed the Sea-Gull,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Young was he and very gladsome;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fair was she and full of laughter;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the robin in the spring-time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sang from sunrise till the sunset;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For she loved the handsome hunter.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deep as Gitchee Gumee's waters<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was her love&mdash;as broad and boundless;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the wedded twain were happy&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Happy as the mated robins.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When their first-born saw the sunlight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Joyful was the heart of Panther,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Proud and joyful was the mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the days were full of sunshine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the nights were full of starlight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nightly from the land of spirits<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On them smiled the starry faces&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faces of their friends departed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little moccasins she made him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feathered cap and belt of wampum<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the hide of fawn a blanket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fringed with feathers, soft as sable;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Singing at her pleasant labor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By her side the teken&acirc;gun,<a name="FNanchor_23_24" id="FNanchor_23_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_24" class="fnanchor">[23]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the little hunter in it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oft the Panther smiled and fondled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smiled upon the babe and mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frolicked with the boy and fondled.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tall he grew and like his father,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they called the boy the Raven&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Called him K&acirc;k-k&acirc;h-g&egrave;&mdash;the Raven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Happy hunter was the Panther.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the woods he brought the pheasant,<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140a" id="Page_140a">[Pg 140a]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 517px;">
+<img src="images/image140.jpg" width="517" height="500" alt="WELCOME ISLAND, THUNDER BAY." title="WELCOME ISLAND, THUNDER BAY." />
+<span class="caption">WELCOME ISLAND, THUNDER BAY.</span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brought the red-deer and the rabbit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought the trout from Gitchee Gumee&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought the mallard from the marshes&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Royal feast for boy and mother:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought the hides of fox and beaver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought the skins of mink and otter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lured the loon and took his blanket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took his blanket for the Raven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winter swiftly followed winter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And again the teken&acirc;gun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Held a babe&mdash;a tawny daughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Held a dark-eyed, dimpled daughter;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they called her Waub-ome&eacute;-me&eacute;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus they named her&mdash;the White-Pigeon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But as winter followed winter<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cold and sullen grew the Panther;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat and smoked his pipe in silence;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he spoke he spoke in anger;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the forest often tarried<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many days, and homeward turning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought no game unto his wigwam;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only brought his empty quiver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought his dark and sullen visage.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sad at heart and very lonely<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat the Sea-Gull in the wigwam;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat and swung the teken&acirc;gun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat and sang to Waub-ome&eacute;-me&eacute;:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus she sang to Waub-ome&eacute;-me&eacute;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus the lullaby she chanted:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">W&acirc;-wa, w&acirc;-wa, w&aacute;-we-ye&agrave;;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kah-w&eacute;en, nee-zh&eacute;ka k&egrave;-diaus-ai,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ke-g&acirc;h nau-w&acirc;i, ne-m&eacute;-go s'w&eacute;en,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne-b&acirc;un, ne-b&acirc;un, ne-d&acirc;un-is &acirc;is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">W&acirc;-wa, w&acirc;-wa, w&acirc;-we-ye&agrave;;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne-b&acirc;un, ne-b&acirc;un, ne-d&acirc;un-is-&acirc;is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E-we w&acirc;-wa, w&acirc;-we-ye&agrave;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E-we w&acirc;-wa, w&acirc;-we-ye&agrave;.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="poemtitle">
+<b>TRANSLATION:</b></div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Swing, swing, little one, lullaby;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou'rt not left alone to weep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mother cares for you&mdash;she is nigh;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep, my little one, sweetly sleep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swing, swing, little one, lullaby;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mother watches you&mdash;she is nigh;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gently, gently, wee one, swing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gently, gently, while I sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E-we w&acirc;-wa&mdash;lullaby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E-we w&acirc;-wa&mdash;lullaby.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Homeward to his lodge returning<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kindly greeting found the hunter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fire to warm and food to nourish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Golden trout from Gitchee Gumee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Caught by K&acirc;h-k&acirc;h-g&egrave;&mdash;the Raven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a snare he caught the rabbit&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Caught Wab&oacute;se,<a name="FNanchor_24a" id="FNanchor_24a"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_25" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> the furry-footed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Caught Pen&acirc;y,<a name="FNanchor_24b" id="FNanchor_24b"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_25" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> the forest-drummer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes, with his bow and arrows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shot the red-deer in the forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shot the squirrel in the pine-top,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shot Ne-k&acirc;, the wild-goose, flying.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Proud as Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the lodge he bore his trophies.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So when homeward turned the Panther,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever found he food provided,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Found the lodge-fire brightly burning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Found the faithful Sea-Gull waiting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"You are cold," she said, "and famished;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here are fire and food, my husband."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not by word or look he answered;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only ate the food provided,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Filled his pipe and pensive puffed it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat and smoked in sullen silence.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once&mdash;her dark eyes full of hunger&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus she spoke and thus besought him:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Tell me, O my silent Panther,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me, O beloved husband,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What has made you sad and sullen?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have you met some evil spirit&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Met some goblin in the forest?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has he put a spell upon you&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Filled your heart with bitter waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That you sit so sad and sullen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sit and smoke, but never answer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only when the storm is on you?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gruffly then the Panther answered:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Brave among the brave is Panther<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Son of Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the brave are ever silent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a whining dog is woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whining ever like a coward."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forth into the tangled forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Threading through the thorny thickets,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Treading trails on marsh and meadow,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sullen strode the moody hunter.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw he not the bear or beaver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw he not the elk or roebuck;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his path the red-fawn scampered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But no arrow followed after;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his den the sly wolf listened,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But no twang of bow-string heard he.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like one walking in his slumber,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Listless, dreaming, walked the Panther;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Surely had some witch bewitched him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some bad spirit of the forest.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the Sea-Gull wed the Panther,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fair was she and full of laughter;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the robin in the spring-time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sang from sunrise till the sunset;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the storms of many winters<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sifted frost upon her tresses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seamed her tawny face with wrinkles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not alone the storms of winters<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seamed her tawny face with wrinkles.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twenty winters for the Panther<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had she ruled the humble wigwam;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For her haughty lord and master<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Borne the burdens on the journey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gathered fagots for the lodge-fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tanned the skins of bear and beaver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tanned the hides of moose and red-deer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made him moccasins and leggins,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Decked his hood with quills and feathers&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Colored quills of Kaug,<a name="FNanchor_25a" id="FNanchor_25a"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_26" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> the thorny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feathers from Ken&eacute;w,<a name="FNanchor_25b" id="FNanchor_25b"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_26" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> the eagle.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a warrior brave was Panther;</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Often had he met the foemen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Met the bold and fierce Dakotas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Westward on the war-path met them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the scalps he won were numbered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Numbered seven by Ken&eacute;w-feathers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sad at heart was Sea-Gull waiting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watching, waiting in the wigwam;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not alone the storms of winters<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sifted frost upon her tresses.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ka-be-b&oacute;n-&iacute;k-ka, the mighty,<a name="FNanchor_26a" id="FNanchor_26a"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_27" class="fnanchor">[26]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He that sends the cruel winter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He that turned to stone the Giant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the distant Thunder-mountain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far across broad Gitchee Gumee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sent his warning of the winter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sent the white frost and Kew&acirc;ydin,<a name="FNanchor_27_28" id="FNanchor_27_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_28" class="fnanchor">[27]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sent the swift and hungry North-wind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Homeward to the South the Summer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turned and fled the naked forests.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the Summer flew the robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flew the bobolink and blue-bird.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flock-wise following chosen leaders,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the shaftless heads of arrows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Southward cleaving through the ether,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon the wild-geese followed after.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One long moon the Sea-Gull waited,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watched and waited for her husband,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till at last she heard his footsteps,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heard him coming through the thicket.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forth she went to meet her husband,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Joyful went to greet her husband.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo behind the haughty hunter,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Closely following in his footsteps,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Walked a young and handsome woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Walked the Red Fox from the island&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gitchee M&eacute;nis&mdash;the Grand Island&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Followed him into the wigwam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Proudly took her seat beside him.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the Red Fox smiled the hunter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the hunter smiled the woman.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Old and wrinkled was the Sea-Gull,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good and true, but old and wrinkled.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twenty winters for the Panther<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had she ruled the humble wigwam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Borne the burdens on the journey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gathered fagots for the lodge-fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tanned the skins of bear and beaver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tanned the hides of moose and red-deer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made him moccasins and leggins,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Decked his hood with quills and feathers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Colored quills of Kaug, the thorny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feathers from the great war-eagle;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever diligent and faithful,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever patient, ne'er complaining.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But like all brave men the Panther<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loved a young and handsome woman;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So he dallied with the danger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dallied with the fair Alg&oacute;nkin,<a name="FNanchor_28_29" id="FNanchor_28_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_29" class="fnanchor">[28]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till a magic mead she gave him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brewed of buds of birch and cedar,<a name="FNanchor_29_30" id="FNanchor_29_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_30" class="fnanchor">[29]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Madly then he loved the woman;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then she ruled him, then she held him<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tangled in her raven tresses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tied and tangled in her tresses.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, the tall and tawny Panther!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, the brave and brawny Panther!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Son of Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a slender hair she led him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a slender hair she drew him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drew him often to her wigwam;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There she bound him, there she held him<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tangled in her raven tresses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tied and tangled in her tresses.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, the best of men are tangled&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes tangled in the tresses<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a fair and crafty woman.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So the Panther wed the Red Fox,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she followed to his wigwam.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Young again he seemed and gladsome,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Glad as Raven when the father<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made his first bow from the elm-tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the ash-tree made his arrows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Taught him how to aim his arrows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How to shoot Wab&oacute;se&mdash;the rabbit.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then again the brawny hunter<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought the black bear and the beaver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought the haunch of elk and red-deer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought the rabbit and the pheasant&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Choicest bits of all for Red Fox.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For her robes he brought the sable,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought the otter and the ermine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought the black-fox tipped with silver.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But the Sea-Gull murmured never,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not a word she spoke in anger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Went about her work as ever,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tanned the skins of bear and beaver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tanned the hides of moose and red-deer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gathered fagots for the lodge fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gathered rushes from the marshes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deftly into mats she wove them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kept the lodge as bright as ever.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only to herself she murmured,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All alone with Waub-ome&eacute;-me&eacute;.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the tall and toppling highland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er the wilderness of waters;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Murmured to the murmuring waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Murmured to the N&eacute;be-n&acirc;w-baigs&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the spirits of the waters;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the wild waves poured her sorrow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save the infant on her bosom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With her dark eyes wide with wonder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None to hear her but the spirits,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the murmuring pines above her.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus she cast away her burdens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cast her burdens on the waters;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus unto the good Great Spirit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made her lowly lamentation:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Wahon&oacute;win!&mdash;Wahon&oacute;win!<a name="FNanchor_30_31" id="FNanchor_30_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_31" class="fnanchor">[30]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gitchee M&acirc;nito, ben&acirc;-nin!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nah, Ba-b&acirc; show&acirc;in nem&eacute;shin!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wahon&oacute;win!&mdash;Wahon&oacute;win!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ka-be-b&oacute;n-&iacute;k-ka,<a name="FNanchor_26b" id="FNanchor_26b"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_27" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> the mighty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He that sends the cruel winter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the distant Thunder-mountain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the shore of Gitchee Gumee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the rugged northern border,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sent his solemn, final warning,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sent the white wolves of the Nor'land.<a name="FNanchor_31_32" id="FNanchor_31_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_32" class="fnanchor">[31]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the dust of stars in ether&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the Pathway of the Spirits,<a name="FNanchor_32_33" id="FNanchor_32_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_33" class="fnanchor">[32]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the sparkling dust of diamonds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fell the frost upon the forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the mountains and the meadows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the wilderness of woodland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the wilderness of waters.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the lingering fowls departed&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All that seek the South in winter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All but Shingeb&iacute;s, the diver;<a name="FNanchor_33_34" id="FNanchor_33_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_34" class="fnanchor">[33]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He defies the Winter-maker,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sits and laughs at Winter-maker.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ka-be-b&oacute;n-&iacute;k-ka, the mighty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his wigwam called Kew&acirc;ydin&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his home among the icebergs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the sea of frozen waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Called the swift and hungry North-wind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then he spread his mighty pinions<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over all the land and shook them.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the white down of Waub&eacute;s&egrave;<a name="FNanchor_34_35" id="FNanchor_34_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_35" class="fnanchor">[34]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fell the feathery snow and covered<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the marshes and the meadows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the hill-tops and the highlands.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then old P&eacute;b&ouml;&acirc;n<a name="FNanchor_35_36" id="FNanchor_35_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_36" class="fnanchor">[35]</a>&mdash;the winter&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laughed along the stormy waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Danced upon the windy headlands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the storm his white hair streaming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his steaming breath, ascending,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the pine-tops and the cedars<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fell in frosty mists of silver,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sprinkling spruce and fir with silver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sprinkling all the woods with silver.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By the lodge-fire all the winter<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat the Sea-Gull and the Red Fox,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat and kindly spoke and chatted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the twain seemed friends together.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Friends they seemed in word and action,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But within the breast of either<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smoldered still the baneful embers&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fires of jealousy and hatred&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a camp-fire in the forest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Left by hunters and deserted;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only seems a bed of ashes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the East wind, W&acirc;bun-no&oacute;din,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scatters through the woods the ashes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fans to flame the sleeping embers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the wild-fire roars and rages,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roars and rages through the forest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So the baneful embers smoldered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Smoldered in the breast of either.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From the far-off Sunny Islands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the pleasant land of Summer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the spirits of the bless&egrave;d<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feel no more the fangs of hunger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or the cold breath of Kew&acirc;ydin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Came a stately youth and handsome,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Came Seg&uacute;n,<a name="FNanchor_36_37" id="FNanchor_36_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_37" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> the foe of Winter.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the rising sun his face was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the shining stars his eyes were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Light his footsteps as the Morning's,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In his hand were buds and blossoms,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On his brow a blooming garland.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Straightway to the icy wigwam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of old P&eacute;b&ouml;&acirc;n, the Winter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strode Seg&uacute;n and quickly entered.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There old P&eacute;b&ouml;&acirc;n sat and shivered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shivered o'er his dying lodge-fire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ah, my son, I bid you welcome;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sit and tell me your adventures;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will tell you of my power;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We will pass the night together."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus spake P&eacute;b&ouml;&acirc;n&mdash;the Winter;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then he filled his pipe and lighted;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then by sacred custom raised it<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the spirits in the ether;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the spirits in the caverns<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the hollow earth he lowered it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus he passed it to the spirits,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the unseen spirits puffed it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next himself old P&eacute;b&ouml;&acirc;n honored;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thrice he puffed his pipe and passed it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Passed it to the handsome stranger.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Lo I blow my breath," said Winter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"And the laughing brooks are silent.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hard as flint become the waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the rabbit runs upon them."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Seg&uacute;n, the fair youth, answered:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Lo, I breathe upon the hillsides,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the valleys and the meadows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And behold, as if by magic&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the magic of the spirits,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spring the flowers and tender grasses."</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then old P&eacute;b&ouml;&acirc;n replying:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Nah!<a name="FNanchor_37a" id="FNanchor_37a"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_38" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> I breathe upon the forests,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the leaves fall sere and yellow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then I shake my locks and snow falls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Covering all the naked landscape."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Seg&uacute;n arose and answered:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"<i>Nashk&eacute;</i>!<a name="FNanchor_37b" id="FNanchor_37b"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_38" class="fnanchor">[37]</a>&mdash;see!&mdash;I shake my ringlets;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the earth the warm rain falleth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the flowers look up like children<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Glad-eyed from their mother's bosom.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo, my voice recalls the robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brings the bobolink and bluebird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the woods are full of music.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my breath I melt their fetters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the brooks leap laughing onward."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then old P&eacute;b&ouml;&acirc;n looked upon him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looked and knew Seg&uacute;n, the Summer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his eyes the big tears started<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his boastful tongue was silent.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now Keez&iacute;s&mdash;the great life-giver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his wigwam in Waub&uacute;-nong<a name="FNanchor_38a" id="FNanchor_38a"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_39" class="fnanchor">[38]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rose and wrapped his shining blanket<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round his giant form and started,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Westward started on his journey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Striding on from hill to hill-top.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upward then he climbed the ether&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the Bridge of Stars<a name="FNanchor_39_40" id="FNanchor_39_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_40" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> he traveled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Westward traveled on his journey<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the far-off Sunset Mountains&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the gloomy land of shadows.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On the lodge-poles sang the robin&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the brooks began to murmur.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the South-wind floated fragrance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the early buds and blossoms.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From old P&eacute;b&ouml;&acirc;n's eyes the tear-drops<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down his pale face ran in streamlets;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Less and less he grew in stature<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till he melted down to nothing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And behold, from out the ashes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the ashes of his lodge-fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sprang the Miscodeed<a name="FNanchor_40_41" id="FNanchor_40_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_41" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> and, blushing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welcomed Seg&uacute;n to the North-land.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So from Sunny Isles returning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the Summer-Land of spirits,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the poles of Panther's wigwam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sang Ope&eacute;-chee&mdash;sang the robin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the maples cooed the pigeons&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cooed and wooed like silly lovers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Hah!&mdash;hah!" laughed the crow derisive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the pine-top, at their folly&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laughed and jeered the silly lovers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blind with love were they, and saw not;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deaf to all but love, and heard not;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they cooed and wooed unheeding,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the gray hawk pounced upon them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the old crow shook with laughter.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On the tall cliff by the sea-shore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Red Fox made a swing. She fastened<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thongs of moose-hide to the pine-tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the strong arm of the pine-tree.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a hawk, above the waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There she swung herself and fluttered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laughing at the thought of danger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swung and fluttered o'er the waters.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then she bantered Sea-Gull, saying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"See!&mdash;I swing above the billows!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dare you swing above the billows&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swing like me above the billows?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To herself said Sea-Gull&mdash;"Surely<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will dare whatever danger<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dares the Red Fox&mdash;dares my rival;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She shall never call me coward."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So she swung above the waters&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dizzy height above the waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pushed and aided by her rival,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To and fro with reckless daring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the strong tree rocked and trembled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rocked and trembled with its burden.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As above the yawning billows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flew the Sea-Gull like a whirlwind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Red Fox, swifter than red lightning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cut the thongs, and headlong downward,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like an osprey from the ether,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a wild-goose pierced with arrows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fluttering fell the frantic woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fluttering fell into the waters&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plunged and sunk beneath the waters!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hark!&mdash;the wailing of the West-wind!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hark!&mdash;the wailing of the waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the beating of the billows!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But no more the voice of Sea-Gull.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the wigwam sat the Red Fox,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hushed the wail of Waub-ome&eacute;-me&eacute;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weeping for her absent mother.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the twinkling stars the hunter<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the forest came and Raven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Sea-Gull wanders late," said Red Fox,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Late she wanders by the sea-shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And some evil may befall her."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the misty morning twilight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forth went Panther and the Raven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Searched the forest and the marshes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Searched for leagues along the lake-shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But they found no trace or tidings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Found no track in marsh or meadow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Found no trail in fen or forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the shore-sand found no footprints.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many days they sought and found not.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then to Panther spoke the Raven:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"She is in the Land of Spirits&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Surely in the Land of Spirits.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High at midnight I beheld her&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a flying star beheld her&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the waves of Gitchee Gumee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Downward flashing through the ether<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus she flashed that I might see her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See and know my mother's spirit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus she pointed to the waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And beneath them lies her body,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the wigwam of the spirits&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the lodge of Nebe-n&acirc;w-baigs."<a name="FNanchor_41_42" id="FNanchor_41_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_42" class="fnanchor">[41]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spoke Panther to the Raven:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"On the tall cliff by the waters</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wait and watch with Waub-ome&eacute;-me&eacute;.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If the Sea-Gull hear the wailing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of her infant she will answer."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On the tall cliff by the waters<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So the Raven watched and waited;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the day he watched and waited,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the hungry infant slumbered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slumbered by the side of Raven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the pines' gigantic shadows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stretched and pointed to Waub&uacute;-nong<a name="FNanchor_38b" id="FNanchor_38b"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_39" class="fnanchor">[38]</a>&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the far-off land of Sunrise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the wee one woke and, famished,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made a long and piteous wailing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From afar where sky and waters<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meet in misty haze and mingle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Straight toward the rocky highland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Straight as flies the feathered arrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Straight to Raven and the infant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swiftly flew a snow-white sea-gull&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flew and touched the earth a woman.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And behold, the long-lost mother<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Caught her wailing child and nursed her.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thrice was wound a chain of silver<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round her waist and strongly fastened.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far away into the waters&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the wigwam of the spirits&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the lodge of Nebe-n&acirc;w-baigs&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stretched the magic chain of silver.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spoke the mother to the Raven:</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O my son&mdash;my brave young hunter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feed my tender little orphan;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be a father to my orphan;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be a mother to my orphan&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the crafty Red Fox robbed us&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Robbed the Sea-Gull of her husband,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Robbed the infant of her mother.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From this cliff the treacherous woman<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Headlong into Gitchee Gumee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plunged the mother of my orphan.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then a Nebe-n&acirc;w-baig caught me&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chief of all the Nebe-n&acirc;w-baigs&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took me to his shining wigwam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the cavern of the waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deep beneath the mighty waters.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All below is burnished copper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All above is burnished silver<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gemmed with amethyst and agates.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As his wife the Spirit holds me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By this silver chain he holds me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"When my little one is famished,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When with long and piteous wailing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cries the orphan for her mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hither bring her, O my Raven;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will hear her&mdash;I will answer.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now the Nebe-n&acirc;w-baig calls me&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pulls the chain&mdash;I must obey him."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus she spoke, and in the twinkling<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a star the spirit-woman<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Changed into a snow-white sea-gull,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spread her wings and o'er the waters<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swiftly flew and swiftly vanished.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then in secret to the Panther<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Raven told his tale of wonder.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sad and sullen was the hunter;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sorrow gnawed his heart like hunger;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the old love came upon him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the new love was a hatred.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hateful to his heart was Red Fox,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he kept from her the secret&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kept his knowledge of the murder.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vain was she and very haughty&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oge-m&acirc;-kwa<a name="FNanchor_42_43" id="FNanchor_42_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_43" class="fnanchor">[42]</a> of the wigwam.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All in vain her fond caresses<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the Panther now she lavished;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When she smiled his face was sullen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When she laughed he frowned upon her;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her net of raven tresses<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now no more she held him tangled.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now through all her fair disguises<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Panther saw an evil spirit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw the false heart of the woman.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On the tall cliff o'er the waters<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Raven sat with Waub-ome&eacute;-me&eacute;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat and watched again and waited,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the wee one, faint and famished,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made a long and piteous wailing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then again the snow-white Sea-Gull,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From afar where sky and waters<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meet in misty haze and mingle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Straight toward the rocky highland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Straight as flies the feathered arrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Straight to Raven and the infant,</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the silver chain around her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flew and touched the earth a woman.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In her arms she caught her infant&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Caught the wailing Waub-ome&eacute;-me&eacute;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sang a lullaby and nursed her.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sprang the Panther from the thicket&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sprang and broke the chain of silver!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his tomahawk he broke it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus he freed the willing Sea-Gull&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the Water-Spirit freed her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the Chief of Nebe-n&acirc;w-baigs.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Very angry was the Spirit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he drew the chain of silver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drew and found that it was broken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Found that he had lost the woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Very angry was the Spirit.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then he raged beneath the waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Raged and smote the mighty waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the big sea boiled and bubbled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the white-haired, bounding billows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roared around the rocky headlands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rolled and roared upon the shingle.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To the wigwam happy Panther,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As when first he wooed and won her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Led his wife&mdash;as young and handsome.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the waves of Gitchee Gumee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Washed away the frost and wrinkles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the spirits by their magic<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made her young and fair forever.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the wigwam sat the Red Fox<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sat and sang a song of triumph,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For she little dreamed of danger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the haughty hunter entered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Followed by the happy mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Holding in her arms her infant.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the Red Fox saw the Sea-Gull&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw the dead a living woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One wild cry she gave despairing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One wild cry as of a demon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up she sprang and from the wigwam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the tall cliff flew in terror;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frantic sprang upon the margin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frantic plunged into the waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Headlong plunged into the waters.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dead she tossed upon the billows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the Nebe-n&acirc;w-baigs knew her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knew the crafty, wicked woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they cast her from the waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spurned her from their shining wigwams;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far away upon the shingle<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the roaring waves they cast her.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There upon her bloated body<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fed the cawing crows and ravens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fed the hungry wolves and foxes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On the shore of Gitchee Gumee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever young and ever handsome,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long and happy lived the Sea-Gull,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long and happy with the Panther.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Evermore the happy hunter</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loved the mother of his children.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a red star many winters<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blazed their lodge-fire on the sea-shore.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er the Bridge of Souls<a name="FNanchor_43_44" id="FNanchor_43_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_44" class="fnanchor">[43]</a> together<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Walked the Sea-Gull and the Panther.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the far-off Sunny Islands&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the Summer-Land of Spirits,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sea-Gull journeyed with her husband&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where no more the happy hunter<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feels the fangs of frost or famine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or the keen blasts of Kew&acirc;ydin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where no pain or sorrow enters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And no crafty, wicked woman.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There she rules his lodge forever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the twain are very happy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the far-off Sunny Islands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the Summer-Land of Spirits.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the rocks of Gitchee Gumee&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the Pictured Rocks&mdash;the legend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long ago was traced and written,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pictured by the Water-Spirits;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the storms of many winters<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have bedimmed the pictured story,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that none can read the legend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the Jossakeeds,<a name="FNanchor_44_45" id="FNanchor_44_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_45" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> the prophets.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Sweet_Water" id="Sweet_Water"></a>Sweet Water.</h2>
+
+<h3>A LEGEND OF DAHKOTAH LAND.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Within the forest, by a crystal spring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where I, a weary hunter, paused to fling<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My form at length upon the velvet bank,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And from the cool, delicious water drank<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A draught so comforting it well might seem<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fabled fount of Ponce de Leon's dream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I met an aged half-breed, on whose cheek<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The marks of seasons wild and winters bleak<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were softened by the warm light from the west&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sunset&mdash;the last day-beauty, and the best!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beside the spring he sat and gazed and dreamed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In melancholy silence, till it seemed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His very soul was pouring from his eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And melting in that mirror, where the skies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were glassed in all their purity, and where<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No ripple reached the surface from the fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White bosom of the palpitating sand,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A constant flowing breast o'er Nature's grand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tender, never weary heart! 'Twas life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of her life which I quaffed; 'twas sweet, and rife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With flavor from foundations of her hills:</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Twas strong with her strength; throbbing with her thrills;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enriched with her untainted blood; a part<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of that divinity which rules my heart!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus when at last I drew my lips away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in the quiet of the closing day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave voice to my delight, the old man turned<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To meet my glance. His deep eyes lit and burned<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With growing brightness, and he softly said:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"This spring is sacred for the holy dead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The spirit of Sweet Water lingers here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The powers of mystery and reverent fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lovely death brood o'er this sleeping wave&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A monument for one who had no grave."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forthwith he poured into my willing ear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A tale so wondrous I must tell it here:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One morning in the strawberry moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her heart with Nature's heart in tune<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A maid went forth to meet the sun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That wonderous alchemist of day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With mystic pigments had begun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To tint the dark with twilight gray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On mystic fans the breezy hills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bestirred the air with perfumed thrills,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And mystic voices tried to tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What dewy benedictions fell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through all the silent hours of night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bend of eastern sky grew light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With mystic rays of silver-green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon vanished in a violet sheen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this fair, mystic phantom flew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before a potent golden hue.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The maiden idly wandered over<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Banks of moss and beds of clover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pausing as she strolled along<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hear the sweetest wildwood song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or watch the butterfly whose flight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From meadow bloom to forest flower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enticed her pleasure-searching sight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With Nature's happiest power.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She passed along a forest trail<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Neath trees that thrilled with morning life;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Above the song-birds' concert strife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She heard the blithesome call of quail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The scornful cry of blue-jay dressed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In splendid robes, with lordly crest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas joy to see, 'twas joy to hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas joy to wander without fear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O lightsome heart! O peaceful breast!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where yet no passion brought unrest!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gayly she tripped, unconscious all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That any danger might befall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But suddenly the song-birds fled<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From all the branches overhead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then on her startled hearing rang<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sharp and vengeful bow-string's twang<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A whizz&mdash;a yell&mdash;a writhing mass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fell on the path she thought to pass&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A tawny panther from whose side<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An arrow drained the living tide.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With shrinking eyes she saw the beast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rolling in agony, until<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At last the sensate struggles ceased,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all that mighty frame was still.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While she was wondering whose keen sight<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 213px;">
+<img src="images/image165.png" width="213" height="500" alt="" title="" />
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So well had sped the arrow's flight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A tall young brave stepped from the wood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And silently before her stood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He gazed enraptured on her face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her womanly charms, her youthful grace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he spoke, it was to tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flattering things that win so well.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She saw that he was one who fought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Against her father's tribe, but naught<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Availed that knowledge for defense<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Against his passionate eloquence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ere they parted on that morn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within her breast young Love was born.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They met again, and many times,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As young hearts have in many climes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At last, upon a starry night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unable longer to resist,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She gave up all and took her flight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And went with him where he might list.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While they had lingered in their love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The stars had swiftly marched above&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus it chanced that on their way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They met the heralds of the day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her lover led through forests dim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He brought her to the river bank;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His light canoe, all tight and trim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He drew from grasses tall and rank.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They pushed away; no time was lost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon the placid stream was crossed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Again they plunged among the trees.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although no doubt had power to seize<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the maiden's heart, she feared<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wondered that her brave appeared</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To lose his wonted care; she knew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas strange to leave their tried canoe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But went, unquestioning, and thought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His deeds would bring her fears to naught.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To her astonishment, he led<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her from the forest's sheltering spread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into a small and star-lit glade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, turning to her, softly bade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her fear not, for a warlike band<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Encompassed them on every hand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They were her lover's friends in arms,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The war paint on their faces filled<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her faithful breast with wild alarms,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For she herself would fain be killed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A thousand times than that her flight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should lead her own to death that night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She clasped his arm with trembling hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lifted to his bold black eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A look he could but ill withstand&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love's first reproach, doubt's first surmise.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From cold, white lips her question broke:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Why do we thus these warriors meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So near the lodges of my folk?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why do you thus their presence greet?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before his tongue could make reply,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A burly warrior, standing by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strode forward, and, with murderous look,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His tomahawk before her shook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fiercely said: "I am Two Bear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Great chief am I! 'Tis sweet to tear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The craven hearts and drink the blood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Two Bear's foes; a big red flood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall flow from coward Sioux, this morn</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their scalps Ojibway spears adorn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why have you kept us waiting here?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Behold, the sun will soon appear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hour is late, the good time flies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And vengeance still unsated cries!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come," growled the brute, and clutched her wrist,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gave it rough and cruel twist;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Come, lead us now, with noiseless creep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To where thy Sioux dogs lie in sleep."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like thunderbolt from storm-filled air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The young brave sprang upon Two Bear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With mighty grasp he whirled him 'round<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And threw him fiercely to the ground.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Dog thou," he cried; "and darest thou pain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This beauty with thy paws again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll kill thee, ponderous as thou art!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Black with the fury in his heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bully rose, and toward the young<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fearless champion wildly flung<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His tomahawk, which, lightly dodged,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swung through the hissing air and lodged<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deep in the nearest cottonwood.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brief were the moments while they stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And glared into each other's eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then forward leaped, with fearful cries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And joined in combat, hand to hand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With whirlwind sweep their knives outflashed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lightning followed when they clashed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The maiden stood in dumb surprise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All heedless of the warrior band;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too anxious for her lover's fate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To think upon his present state,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or care what stir she might create.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sternly the conflict raged. At length,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although he fought with giant strength,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The youthful brave was overpowered.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He fell; a crushing knee was pressed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon his form, his foeman towered<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A moment o'er him, then his breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Received the cruel, plunging knife.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The crimson flood gushed forth; a thrill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of anguish swept his features o'er;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The light departed; mortal strife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would stir the living pulse no more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within that ghastly form so still!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her lover's awful death awoke<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The maiden from her flight-born trance.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She flashed around one fearful glance&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The peril of her people broke<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon her mind; she must be brave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For she alone could hope to save.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She saw with horror and alarm<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two Bear approach herself to claim<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As prize for his victorious arm;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His wicked face was all aflame.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas worse than death for her to stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she must warn those far away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No time was her's for useless grief.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She turned, and like a storm-chased leaf,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fled swiftly toward the river bank.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas! A dozen leaps were all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The murderous tomahawk was thrown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cleft her brain. With one low moan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon her green death-bed she sank.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But simultaneous with her fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A wild Dahkotah war-whoop rang</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From out the forest, and a wall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of warriors rose on every hand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With common stroke their bow-strings' twang<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sounded death to that fated band.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The avengers closed upon their foe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ere they ceased the conflict wild,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laid every feathered top-knot low;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In heaps Ojibway braves were piled.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all the last red scalps were torn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They turned to find the murdered maid.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All in her tribe would rise and mourn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When dead before them she was laid.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But strange event! With wondering tone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each asked of each where she had flown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In vain they searched. They found her not;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But there, upon the very spot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where she had fallen, a fountain gushed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which never man had seen before.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They gathered round with breathing hushed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gazed, and wondered more and more.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While every grass-blade growing near<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was red and matted thick with gore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The overflow was sweet and clear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bosom of the bubbling spring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was spotless as a spirit's wing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With single voice they all proclaimed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The magic spot a sacred place.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The vanished girl was thenceforth named<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Sweet Water," and to see her face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dahkotah hearts will journey here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till from the earth they disappear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when they die, their souls shall know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The secret of its crystal flow.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170a" id="Page_170a">[Pg 170a]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="figcenter" style="width: 482px;">
+<img src="images/image170.jpg" width="482" height="500" alt="ROCK GATEWAY, LAKE PEPIN." title="ROCK GATEWAY, LAKE PEPIN." />
+<span class="caption">ROCK GATEWAY, LAKE PEPIN.</span>
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Death_of_Winona" id="Death_of_Winona"></a>Death of Winona.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Down the broad <i>Ha-Ha W&aacute;k-pa</i><a name="FNanchor_45_46" id="FNanchor_45_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_46" class="fnanchor">[45]</a> the band took their way to the Games at <i>Ke&oacute;za</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the swift-footed hunters by land ran the shores for the elk and the bison.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like <i>mag&aacute;s</i><a name="FNanchor_46_47" id="FNanchor_46_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_47" class="fnanchor">[46]</a> ride the birchen canoes on the breast of the dark, winding river,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the willow-fringed island they cruise, by the grassy hills green to their summits;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the lofty bluffs hooded with oaks that darken the deep with their shadows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bright in the sun gleam the strokes of the oars in the hands of the women.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the band went Winona. The oar plied the maid with the skill of a hunter.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They tarried a time on the shore of <i>Remn&iacute;ca</i>&mdash;the Lake of the Mountains.<a name="FNanchor_47_48" id="FNanchor_47_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_48" class="fnanchor">[47]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There the fleet hunters followed the deer, and the thorny <i>pahin</i> for the women.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the <i>tees</i> rose the smoke of good cheer, curling blue through the tops of the maples,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Near the foot of a cliff that arose, like the battle-scarred walls of a castle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up-towering, in rugged repose, to a dizzy height over the waters.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the man-wolf still followed his prey, and the step-mother ruled in the <i>teepee</i>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her will must Winona obey, by the custom and law of Dakotas.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gifts to the <i>teepee</i> were brought&mdash;the blankets and beads of the White men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Winona, the orphaned, was bought by the crafty, relentless Tamd&oacute;ka.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the Spring-time of life, in the flush of the gladsome mid-May days of Summer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the bobolink sang and the thrush, and the red robin chirped in the branches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the tent of the brave must she go; she must kindle the fire in his <i>teepee</i>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She must sit in the lodge of her foe, as a slave at the feet of her master.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas for her waiting! the wings of the East-wind have brought her no tidings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the meadow the meadow-lark sings, but sad is her song to Winona,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the glad warbler's melody brings but the memory of voices departed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Day-Spirit walked in the west to his lodge in the land of the shadows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His shining face gleamed on the crest of the oak-hooded hills and the mountains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the meadow-lark hied to her nest, and the mottled owl peeped from her cover.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But hark! from the <i>teepees</i> a cry! Hear the shouts of the hurrying warriors!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are the feet of the enemy nigh,&mdash;of the crafty and cruel Ojibways?</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay; look!&mdash;on the dizzy cliff high&mdash;on the brink of the cliff stands Winona!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her sad face up-turned to the sky. Hark! I hear the wild wail of her death-song:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">"My Father's Spirit, look down, look down&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">From your hunting grounds in the shining skies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Behold, for the light of my heart is gone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The light is gone and Winona dies.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">"I looked to the East, but I saw no star;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The face of my White Chief was turned away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I harked for his footsteps in vain; afar<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">His bark sailed over the Sunrise-sea.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">"Long have I watched till my heart is cold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In my breast it is heavy and cold as a stone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">No more shall Winona his face behold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And the robin that sang in her heart is gone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">"Shall I sit at the feet of the treacherous brave?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">On his hateful couch shall Winona lie?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Shall she kindle his fire like a coward slave?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">No!&mdash;a warrior's daughter can bravely die.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">"My Father's Spirit, look down, look down&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">From your hunting-grounds in the shining skies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Behold, for the light in my heart is gone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The light is gone and Winona dies."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Swift the strong hunters climbed as she sang, and the foremost of all was Tamd&oacute;ka;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From crag to crag upward he sprang; like a panther he leaped to the summit.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too late!&mdash;on the brave as he crept turned the maid in her scorn and defiance;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then swift from the dizzy height leaped. Like a brant arrow-pierced in mid-heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down whirling and fluttering she fell, and headlong plunged into the waters.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forever she sank mid the wail, and the wild lamentation of women.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her lone spirit evermore dwells in the depths of the Lake of the Mountains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the lofty cliff evermore tells to the years as they pass her sad story.<a name="FNanchor_48_49" id="FNanchor_48_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_49" class="fnanchor">[48]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the silence of sorrow the night o'er the earth spread her wide, sable pinions;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the stars hid their faces; and light on the lake fell the tears of the spirits.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As her sad sisters watched on the shore for her spirit to rise from the waters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They heard the swift dip of an oar, and a boat they beheld like a shadow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gliding down through the night in the gray, gloaming mists on the face of the waters.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas the bark of DuLuth on his way from the Falls to the Games at <i>Ke&oacute;za</i>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="The_Legend_of_the_Moccasin_Flower" id="The_Legend_of_the_Moccasin_Flower"></a>The Legend of the Moccasin Flower.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Minneopa was a maiden<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fleet of foot and fond of sport,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She, her mother's only daughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cared not for the harsh report<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That she left the woman's labor<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To her only parent, while<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the hunt and ramble busied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oft she wandered many a mile.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Scarce her cousins could excel her<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the bending of the bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though they were so tall and manly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With them hunting she would go.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She had shot the timid rabbit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With her arrows swift and keen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now she wished to slay the red-deer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As the hunters she had seen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Beautiful she was, and graceful,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like the young fawn she pursued,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gayly decked with beads and wampum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For her mother fond endured</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With great worth this only daughter;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As her sire a chief had been,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">E'en the boyish pranks and pastime<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For her no reproof could win.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tiny moccasins, so dainty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Well her little feet encased,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her long braids streamed behind her<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As down woodland paths she raced.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I will go alone and find them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then the red-deer I will kill."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So she went, for all she minded<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was her own caprice and will.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Warm and smoky Indian summer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lent the earth a russet glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the hazel nuts dropped softly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Mong the rustling leaves below.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far she wandered, but no creature<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Caught her ear or crossed her path,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save the blue-jay in the treetop<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Screaming oft in seeming wrath.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Suddenly she heard a roaring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Crackling sound. In sickening dread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looked and saw the forest burning<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a lurid flame and red.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fast she flew; the flames spread faster,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Caught her in their fierce embrace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Minneopa, never, never,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will you now the wild deer chase.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ashes gray and failing cinders<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Made for her a lonely grave.</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with springtime came the verdure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the kindly grasses waved;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peeping up came gorgeous blossoms,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Never seen on earth before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shaped and colored like the moccasins<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That the Indian maiden wore.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some there were of heavenly coloring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Such as clouds at sunset wear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White and rosy; they were emblems<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the new ones waiting where<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the spirit land she wanders<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With her father strong and brave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the mother, when she saw them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Knew they marked her daughter's grave.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">IDA SEXTON SEARLS.</span><br />
+<br /></p>
+
+
+<p class="center">THE END.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="NOTES" id="NOTES"></a>NOTES.</h2>
+
+
+<h3>WINONA.</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_2" id="Footnote_1_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_2"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> The name given by the Dakotas to the first-born, if a
+female.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_3" id="Footnote_2_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_3"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Tipi, skin tent.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_4" id="Footnote_3_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_4"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> An edible root found on the prairies.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_5" id="Footnote_4_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_5"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> The Crow Indians, hereditary foes of the Dakotas, call themselves
+Absaraka, which means crow in their language.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_6" id="Footnote_5_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_6"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> Each Indian guest at a banquet carries with him his own
+wooden bowl and spoon.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_7" id="Footnote_6_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_7"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> Many Indians believe in the transmigration of souls, and
+some of them profess to remember previous states of existence.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_8" id="Footnote_7_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_8"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> A renowned chief, formerly living on Lake Pepin.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_9" id="Footnote_8_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_9"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> A supernatural monster inhabiting the larger rivers and
+lakes, and hereditary foe of the Thunder Bird.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_10" id="Footnote_9_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_10"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> The Falls of St. Anthony.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_11" id="Footnote_10_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_11"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> The name given to a first-born, if a male. Upon becoming
+a warrior or performing some feat of arms, the youth is permitted
+to select another name.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_12" id="Footnote_11_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_12"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> Hereditary foe of the Dakotas.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_13" id="Footnote_12_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_13"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> The Dakotas formerly disposed of their dead by fastening
+them to the branches of trees or to rude platforms. This is
+still practiced to some extent.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_14" id="Footnote_13_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_14"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> The Indians paint and adorn a body before sepulture.</p></div>
+
+
+<h3>HIAWATHA.</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_15" id="Footnote_14_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_15"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> "On the mountains of the prairie." (Mt. Catlin, etc.)
+Located near the boundary between Minnesota and Dakota,
+near the head waters of the Mississippi.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_16" id="Footnote_15_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_16"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> This quarry, located near the hills or mountains, was very
+famous among the Indians, who by common consent had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span>
+made the adjacent territory neutral ground. Here they came
+and provided themselves with pipes, very necessary to the Indian's
+happiness. To apply the stone to any other use than
+that of pipe-making would have been sacrilege in the native's
+mind. From similarity in color, they even fancied it to have
+been made, at the great deluge, from the flesh of the perishing
+Indian.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_17" id="Footnote_16_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_17"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> In Northern Pennsylvania, on the Susquehanna River, the
+scene of a terrible massacre by the Indians and Tories in 1778.
+Campbell wrote <i>Gertrude of Wyoming</i> on the incidents of that
+July 5th.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_18" id="Footnote_17_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_18"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> A section of Alabama, taking its name from the chief
+defeated by De Soto in 1540.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p>"The Falls of Minnehaha." (The Scenery about Fort Snelling,
+etc.)</p></div>
+
+
+<h3>THE DESCENDING STAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p>This legend is related by Kah-ge-ga-gah-bawh, chief of the
+Ojibway Nation, or Chippewas, in his "Traditional History of
+the Ojibway Nation" purporting to be the first volume of
+Indian history written by an Indian. In common with his forest
+brethren, he "was brought up in the woods." Twenty months
+passed in a school in Illinois constituted the sum-total of his
+schooling. But he had learned the traditions of his people, as
+was customary, from the lips of the chief, his father.</p>
+
+<p>Through the stilted language of this somewhat unlettered
+Indian we catch faint glimpses of the poetic beauty with which
+the tradition glowed when actually related at the wigwam
+door. An attempt has been made to retain and crystallize this
+poetic beauty in the preceding metrical version of the Indian
+legend.</p></div>
+
+
+<h3>THE TRAILING ARBUTUS.</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p>A new version of the beautiful and popular legend of the
+first spring flower, making the visitant to the old man's lodge
+a maiden, and identifying the blossom as the trailing arbutus,
+was told by Hon. C. L. Belknap of Michigan before the Folk-Lore
+Society in Washington, Dec., 1891.</p></div>
+
+
+<h3>THE SEA-GULL.</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_19" id="Footnote_18_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_19"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <i>Kay-&oacute;shk</i> is the Ojibway name for the sea-gull.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_20" id="Footnote_19_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_20"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <i>Gitchee</i>&mdash;great,&mdash;<i>G&uacute;mee</i>&mdash;sea or lake,&mdash;Lake Superior<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>
+also often called Ochipw&egrave; Gitchee G&uacute;mee, Great Lake (or sea)
+of the Ojibways.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_21" id="Footnote_20_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_21"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <i>N&eacute;-m&egrave;-Sh&oacute;mis</i>&mdash;my grandfather. "In the days of my
+grandfather" is the Ojibway's preface to all his traditions and
+legends.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_22" id="Footnote_21_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_22"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <i>Waub</i>&mdash;white&mdash;<i>O-jeeg</i>&mdash;fisher (a furred animal). White
+Fisher was the name of a noted Ojibway chief who lived on
+the south shore of Lake Superior many years ago. Schoolcraft
+married one of his descendants.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_23" id="Footnote_22_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_23"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <i>Ma-kwa</i> or <i>mush-kwa</i>&mdash;the bear.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_24" id="Footnote_23_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_24"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> The <i>Te-ke-n&acirc;h-gun</i> is a board upon one side of which a sort
+of basket is fastened or woven with thongs of skin or strips of
+cloth. In this the babe is placed and the mother carries it on
+her back. In the wigwam the <i>teken&acirc;gun</i> is often suspended
+by a cord to the lodge-poles and the mother swings her babe
+in it.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_25" id="Footnote_24_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24a"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <i>Wab&oacute;se</i> (or <i>Wabos</i>)&mdash;the rabbit. <i>Pen&aacute;y</i>, the pheasant.
+At certain seasons the pheasant drums with his wings.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_26" id="Footnote_25_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25a"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <i>Kaug</i>, the porcupine. <i>Ken&eacute;w</i>, the war-eagle.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_27" id="Footnote_26_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26a"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <i>Ka-be-bon-ik-ka</i> is the god of storms, thunder, lightning,
+etc. His home is on Thunder-Cap at Thunder-Bay, Lake
+Superior. By his magic the giant that lies on the mountain
+was turned to stone. He always sends warnings before he
+finally sends the severe cold of winter, in order to give all
+creatures time to prepare for it.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_28" id="Footnote_27_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_28"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <i>Kew&acirc;ydin</i>, or <i>Kew&acirc;ytin</i>, is the North wind or Northwest
+wind.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_29" id="Footnote_28_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_29"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <i>Alg&oacute;nkin</i> is the general name applied to all tribes that
+speak the Ojibway language or dialects of it.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_30" id="Footnote_29_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_30"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> This is the favorite "love-broth" of the Ojibway squaws.
+The warrior who drinks it immediately falls desperately in
+love with the woman who gives it to him. Various tricks are
+devised to conceal the nature of the "medicine" and to induce
+the warrior to drink it; but when it is mixed with a liberal
+quantity of "fire-water" it is considered irresistible.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_31" id="Footnote_30_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_31"><span class="label">[30]</span></a></p>
+
+<p>
+Translation: Woe-is-me! Woe-is-me!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Great Spirit, behold me!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Look, Father; have pity upon me!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Woe-is-me! Woe-is-me!</span><br />
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_32" id="Footnote_31_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_32"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> Snow-storms from the Northwest.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_33" id="Footnote_32_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_33"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> The Ojibways, like the Dakotas, call the Via Lactea
+(Milky Way) the Pathway of the Spirits.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_34" id="Footnote_33_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_34"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> Shinge-bis, the diver, is the only water-fowl that remains
+about Lake Superior all winter.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_35" id="Footnote_34_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_35"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> Waub-&eacute;s&egrave;&mdash;the white swan.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_36" id="Footnote_35_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_36"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <i>P&eacute;-bo&acirc;n</i>, Winter, is represented as an old man with long
+white hair and beard.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_37" id="Footnote_36_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_37"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> <i>Seg&uacute;n</i> is Spring (or Summer). This beautiful allegory has
+been "done into verse" by Longfellow in <i>Hiawatha</i>. Longfellow
+evidently took his version from Schoolcraft. I took
+mine originally from the lips of <i>Pah-go-nay-gie-shiek</i>&mdash;"Hole-in-the-day,"&mdash;(the
+elder), in his day head-chief of the Ojibways.
+I afterward submitted it to <i>Gitche Shab&acirc;sh-Konk</i>, head-chief
+of the <i>Misse-sah-ga-&eacute;-gun</i>&mdash;(Mille Lac's band of Ojibways), who
+pronounced it correct.
+</p><p>
+"Hole-in-the-day," although sanctioned by years of unchallenged
+use, is a bad translation of <i>Pah-go-nay-gie-shiek</i>, which
+means a <i>clear spot in the sky</i>.
+</p><p>
+He was a very intelligent man; had been in Washington
+several times on business connected with his people, and was
+always shrewd enough to look out for himself in all his treaties
+and transactions with the Government. He stood six feet two
+inches in his moccasins, was well-proportioned, and had a remarkably
+fine face. He had a nickname&mdash;<i>Que-we-z&aacute;nc</i> (Little
+Boy)&mdash;by which he was familiarly called by his people.
+</p><p>
+The Pillagers&mdash;<i>Nah-k&aacute;nd-tway-we-nin-ni-wak</i>&mdash;who live
+about Leech Lake (<i>Kah-sah-gah-squah-g-me-cock</i>) were opposed
+to <i>Pa-go-nay-gie-shiek</i>, but he compelled them through
+fear to recognize him as Head-Chief. At the time of the
+"Sioux outbreak" in 1862 "Hole-in-the-day" for a time apparently
+meditated an alliance with the Po-&aacute;h-nuck (Dakotas)
+and war upon the whites. The Pillagers and some other
+bands urged him strongly to this course, and his supremacy as
+head-chief was threatened unless he complied. Messengers
+from the Dakotas were undoubtedly received by him, and he,
+for a time at least, led the Dakotas to believe that their hereditary
+enemies, the Ojibways, would bury the hatchet and join
+them in a war of extermination against the whites. "Hole-in-the-day,"
+with a band of his warriors, appeared opposite Fort
+Ripley (situated on the west bank of the Mississippi River
+between Little Falls and Crow Wing), and assumed a threatening
+attitude toward the fort, then garrisoned by volunteer<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span>
+troops. The soldiers were drawn up on the right bank and
+"Hole-in-the-day" and his warriors on the left. A little
+speech-making settled the matter for the time being and very
+soon thereafter a new treaty was made with "Hole-in-the-day"
+and his head men, by which their friendship and allegiance
+were secured to the whites. It was claimed by the Pillagers
+that "Hole-in-the-day" seized the occasion to profit personally
+in his negotiations with the agents of the Government.
+</p><p>
+In 1867 "Hole-in-the-day" took "another wife." He
+married Helen McCarty, a white woman, in Washington, D. C.,
+and took her to his home at Gull Lake (<i>Ka-ga-ya-sk&uacute;nc-cock</i>)
+literally, <i>plenty of little gulls</i>.
+</p><p>
+She bore him a son who is known as Joseph H. Woodbury,
+and now (1891) resides in the city of Minneapolis. His marriage
+with a white woman increased the hatred of the Pillagers,
+and they shot him from ambush and killed him near <i>Ninge-t&aacute;-we-de-gu&aacute;-yonk</i>&mdash;Crow
+Wing&mdash;on the 27th day of June, 1868.
+</p><p>
+At the time of his death, "Hole-in-the-day" was only thirty-seven
+years old, but had been recognized as Head-Chief for a
+long time. He could speak some English, and was far above
+the average of white men in native shrewdness and intelligence.
+He was thoroughly posted in the traditions and legends of his
+people.
+</p><p>
+The Ojibways have for many years been cursed by contact
+with the worst elements of the whites, and seem to have adopted
+the vices rather than the virtues of civilization. I once
+spoke of this to "Hole-in-the-day." His reply was terse and
+truthful&mdash;"<i>M&aacute;dg&egrave; tche-m&oacute;-ko-mon, m&aacute;dg&egrave; a-nische-n&aacute;b&eacute;:
+men&oacute;g&eacute; tche-m&oacute;-ko-mon, men&oacute; a-nisch&egrave;-n&aacute;b&egrave;.</i>&mdash;Bad white men,
+bad Indians: good white men, good Indians."</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_38" id="Footnote_37_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37a"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <i>Nah</i>&mdash;look, see. <i>Nashk&eacute;</i>&mdash;behold.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_39" id="Footnote_38_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38a"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> <i>Kee-zis</i>&mdash;the sun,&mdash;the father of life. <i>Waub&uacute;nong</i>&mdash;or
+<i>Waub-&oacute;-nong</i>&mdash;is the White Land or Land of Light,&mdash;the Sunrise,
+the East.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_40" id="Footnote_39_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_40"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> The Bridge of Stars spans the vast sea of the skies, and the
+sun and moon walk over on it.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_41" id="Footnote_40_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_41"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> The <i>Miscodeed</i> is a small white flower with a pink border.
+It is the earliest blooming wild flower on the shores of Lake
+Superior, and belongs to the crocus family.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_42" id="Footnote_41_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_42"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> The <i>Ne-be-naw-baigs</i>, are Water-spirits; they dwell in
+caverns in the depths of the lake, and in some respects resemble
+the <i>Unkt&eacute;hee</i> of the Dakotas.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_43" id="Footnote_42_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_43"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> <i>Ogema</i>, Chief,&mdash;<i>Oge-m&aacute;-kw&aacute;</i>&mdash;female Chief. Among the
+Alg&oacute;nkin tribes women are sometimes made chiefs. <i>Net-n&oacute;-kwa</i>,
+who adopted Tanner as her son, was <i>Oge-m&acirc;-kw&aacute;</i> of a
+band of Ottawas. See <i>John Tanner's Narrative</i>, p. 36.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_44" id="Footnote_43_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_44"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> The "Bridge of Souls" leads from the earth over dark and
+stormy waters to the spirit-land. The "Dark River" seems to
+have been a part of the superstitions of all nations.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_45" id="Footnote_44_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_45"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> The <i>Jossakeeds</i> of the Ojibways are soothsayers who are
+able, by the aid of spirits, to read the past as well as the future.</p></div>
+
+
+<h3>DEATH OF WINONA.</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p>Mr. Gordon has taken for his theme the love of the beautiful
+maiden Winona for Du Luth the explorer. He leaves her to
+continue his travels, and she, driven to desperation at the
+thought of marriage with Tauedoka, whom she loathes, takes
+her life.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_46" id="Footnote_45_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_46"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> The Dakota name for the Mississippi.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_46_47" id="Footnote_46_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_47"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> Wild geese.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_47_48" id="Footnote_47_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_48"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> Lake Pepin: by Hennepin called the Lake of Tears.&mdash;Called
+by the Dakotas Pem-uee-chah-mday&mdash;Lake of the Mountain.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_48_49" id="Footnote_48_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_49"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> The rock from which Winona leaped was formerly perpendicular
+to the water's edge and she leaped into the lake. The
+rock to-day is crumbled and the waters have receded to some
+distance from the rock. Winona's spirit is said to still haunt
+the lake.</p></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h3><a name="Transcribers_Notes" id="Transcribers_Notes"></a>Transcriber's Notes</h3>
+
+<p>Original variations in spelling, grammar, punctuation, diacritical
+marks, and hyphenation have been retained, except for the following
+changes:</p>
+
+<p>
+Page <a href="#Page_5">5</a>: CONTENTS: Changed some titles slightly to match the poem titles.<br />
+<br />
+Page <a href="#Page_48">48</a>: relf-reliant changed to self-reliant<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Fearless and relf-reliant, she could go)</span><br />
+<br />
+Page <a href="#Page_91">91</a>: Period changed to comma after warriors<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Ah, no more such noble warriors.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Could be found on earth as they were!)</span><br />
+<br />
+Page <a href="#Page_130">130</a>: Illustration caption changed from LIMPED to LIMPID<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">("... AND ALIGHTED SOON ON THE WATERS' LIMPED BREAST.")</span><br />
+<br />
+Page <a href="#Page_149">149</a>: whie changed to white<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Like the whie down of Waub&eacute;s&egrave;)</span><br />
+<br />
+Page <a href="#Page_171">171</a>: No footnote reference for pahin, so footnote anchor removed.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(There the fleet hunters followed the deer, and the thorny <i>pahin</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">for the women.)</span><br />
+<br />
+Pages <a href="#Page_179">179</a>-<a href="#Page_184">184</a>: Notes renumbered sequentially.<br />
+<br />
+Page <a href="#Page_182">182</a>: "Hold-in-the-day" changed to "Hole-in-the-day"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">("Sioux outbreak" in 1862 "Hold-in-the-day" for a time)</span><br />
+<br />
+Page <a href="#Page_184">184</a>: WINONA changed to DEATH OF WINONA to match poem title.<br />
+</p>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Indian Legends of Minnesota, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+
+
+Title: Indian Legends of Minnesota
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: Mrs. Cordenio A. Severance
+
+Release Date: June 14, 2008 [EBook #25794]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK INDIAN LEGENDS OF MINNESOTA ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by K. Nordquist, David Edwards, grythumn (harvested
+missing illustrations from Internet Archive), Diane Monico,
+and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at
+https://www.pgdp.net
+
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+
+[Illustration: (cover)]
+
+[Illustration: MINNEHAHA. (_Frontispiece._)]
+
+
+
+
+INDIAN LEGENDS OF
+MINNESOTA
+
+
+COMPILED BY
+
+MRS. CORDENIO A. SEVERANCE
+
+
+"Then a darker, drearier vision
+Passed before me vague and cloudlike;
+I beheld our nation scattered,
+All forgetful of my council,
+Weakened, warring with each other:
+Saw the remnant of our people
+Sweeping westward, wild and woful,
+Like the cloud rack of a tempest,
+Like the withered leaves of Autumn!"
+
+
+D. D. MERRILL COMPANY
+
+NEW YORK AND SAINT PAUL
+
+
+
+
+COPYRIGHTED, 1893,
+
+D. D. MERRILL CO.
+
+
+
+
+Dedication,
+
+TO
+
+MRS. FRANCIS B. CLARKE
+
+AND
+
+MR. DELOS A. MONTFORT,
+
+UNDER WHOSE INSPIRATION AND THROUGH WHOSE
+
+ASSISTANCE THIS UNDERTAKING HAS BEEN
+
+MADE POSSIBLE, THIS VOLUME IS
+
+RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+                                                          PAGE
+
+THE LONE WAR-PATH. Elaine Goodale Eastman,                   9
+
+FOND HEARTS OF THE FOREST,                                  22
+
+ANPETUSAPA,                                                 32
+
+WINONA,                                                     48
+
+THE PEACE-PIPE QUARRY. Adelaide George Bennett,             77
+
+THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. Henry W. Longfellow,                  86
+
+HIAWATHA'S WOOING. Henry W. Longfellow,                     91
+
+THE RIVER-LAKE. E. L. Fales,                                95
+
+SONG OF A NADOWESSEE CHIEF. Sir E. L. Bulwer,               97
+
+"MAHNUSATIA." Fannie L. Stone,                              99
+
+THE DESCENDING STAR. Ida Sexton Searls,                    126
+
+THE TRAILING ARBUTUS. Adelaide George Bennett,             132
+
+NOPA. Ida Sexton Searls,                                   136
+
+THE SEA-GULL,                                              139
+
+SWEET WATER,                                               162
+
+DEATH OF WINONA. H. L. Gordon,                             171
+
+THE LEGEND OF THE MOCCASIN FLOWER. Ida Sexton Searls,      175
+
+NOTES,                                                     179
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+In presenting to the public this volume the compiler wishes to disown
+any attempt at a complete collection of Indian legends; both her
+knowledge of archaeology, and the time allowed for the completion of
+the work are inadequate to such an achievement. She has attempted to
+gather the more noticeable legends already in verse in order to
+stimulate interest in the scenery and romance of her State. From its
+name--Minnesota--to its floral emblem--the moccasin flower--the State
+everywhere bears the impress of former occupation. About every lake,
+forest, and valley clings the aroma of romance in the form of name or
+legend of the vanished Red Man.
+
+The indistinct memory of his loves, wars, and adventures is growing
+rapidly fainter, until even the story-teller himself is confused as to
+the relation between event and locality. It has therefore seemed wise
+to link indissolubly scene and incident, that the poetry of those who
+have here lived and loved may not be completely displaced by the
+prosaic commerce of the white man.
+
+The compiler wishes also to express her thanks to the writers who have
+allowed their works to reappear in this volume: To Rev. E. D. Neill,
+D.D., for much valuable counsel, and to Houghton, Mifflin & Co., for
+permission to make extracts from Hiawatha.
+
+
+
+
+INDIAN LEGENDS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Lone War-Path.
+
+A STORY OF SIOUX AND BLACKFOOT.
+
+
+O'er a vast prairie stoops the sultry night;
+The moon in her broad kingdom wanders white;
+High hung in space, she swims the murky blue.
+Low lies yon village of the roaming Sioux--
+Its smoke-stained lodges, moving toward the west,
+By conquering Sleep invaded and possessed.
+
+All there, save one, own his benign command;
+Their chief has lately left this little band,
+And up the glittering path of spirits fled;
+Thus his young widow, not a twelvemonth wed,
+In yonder solitary tent conceals
+The aching hope, the trembling pangs she feels.
+
+How breathless is the night! None saw it rise--
+That black cloud stealing up the glassy skies--
+Till threatening murmurs, loud and louder grown,
+Burst from its swelling bosom, and the moon
+Slips into brief oblivion, while a glare
+As of far, flickering torches, seems to bear
+The challenge of the gods. Awake, awake!
+Make ready for the tempest, ere it break!
+Drive tent-pins deeper, stretch the covering tight--
+Hobble the ponies, scattering in affright
+Before the thunder-peals. When all is fast,
+Keep vigil, then, till the gods' wrath be past!
+
+A sudden fury sweeps the somber plain,
+In dizzy slant descends the sheeted rain;
+Sharp lightnings rend in twain the sable gloom,
+While, cannon-like, the unchained thunders boom!
+On this wild tumult of the angry skies
+No ear discerns a woman's thrilling cries;
+Yet, ere its sullen echoes die away
+In caverns where the mocking spirits play,
+Faint, but rejoicing, on a couch of skins,
+A new-made mother lays her lusty twins!
+
+The wise men of the tribe strange signs relate--
+This stormy birth portends a stormy fate--
+And since the warring heavens, that should affright,
+Called forth these daring boys on such a night,
+Their names must own the event that marked their birth--
+The elder, "As-he-walks-he-shakes-the-earth,"
+The younger twin, "Coming-his-voice-is-heard"--
+Thus saith the oracle.
+
+                          This mighty word
+Darkens the mother's heart with nameless dread,
+But casts no shadow on the unconscious head
+Of either sturdy twin. Their mutual play
+With joyous echoes fills the livelong day!
+From helpless infancy to boyhood grown,
+One brother never had been seen alone,
+Till sudden sorrow bowed the mother's pride--
+The elder sickened and untimely died.
+
+The gossips point to him that's left alone--
+"He, too, will die, for half himself is gone!"
+At first, distraught he seemed--unlike a child;
+He ate not, slept not, neither spoke nor smiled.
+Then sought the forest--wandered there alone
+For days--his tender mother frantic grown--
+Till he returned to her, and smiling, said,
+"My spirit meets and talks with him that's dead!"
+Thenceforth he seemed as one who, hand-in-hand,
+Walks with a brother in the spirit land.
+
+Among the Sioux, in those heroic days,
+When certain valor gained the meed of praise,
+The seasoned warrior, old and full of scars,
+Counted the hero of a hundred wars,
+Yet craving higher honor, went alone,
+On foot, to meet the enemy, and won
+(If he returned victorious), on that day
+A proud distinction.
+
+                Fancy her dismay,--
+The mother of a tender youth untried,--
+When he, the twin we know of, seeks her side
+And murmurs in her ear, who loves him so,--
+"Mother, my elder brother bids me go
+On a lone war-path." Knowing well 'twere vain
+To plead with him, her tears must fall like rain
+On 'broidered moccasins for those dear feet;
+His pouch, her choicest store of pounded meat
+Must fill before the dawn, which sends him forth
+On foot, alone, to pierce the savage north.
+
+
+(DAKOTA WAR SONG.)
+
+_I hear them coming who made thee weep![A]
+  Leap on thy father's steed
+  And urge him to his utmost speed,
+And rush to meet the warlike host,
+And meet them first, who hurt thee most.
+Strike one among ten thousand,
+  And make but one to bleed!
+So shall thy name be known,
+Through all the world be known,
+  If one is made to bleed!
+  Heh-eh-eh-eh! Heh!_
+
+Now to the journey gallantly addressed,
+(Still at his twin's mysterious behest),
+He kills a buck with branching horns, and takes
+The tongue and heart for food--then straightway makes
+A sacrifice to that stern deity--
+The thunder-god--who rules his destiny.
+On a fair, level spot, encompassed round
+With trees, he pins the carcass to the ground;
+Prays for success, his burning heart's desire,--
+Then sleeps beside the embers of his fire.
+
+How wearisome, how long the painful days
+That follow, as he treads by unknown ways
+A mazy wilderness, where lurk unseen
+All perils challenging his eye-sight keen.
+Yet on--with tattered shoes and blistering feet--
+To find the savage foe he longs to meet!
+At last, to wearied eyes that search in vain,
+The far-off meeting-place of sky and plain,
+A fleck of dazzling whiteness doth appear.
+The youth exclaims, "My enemy is near!"
+Toward that white gleam his cautious steps are bent,
+Surely some roving Blackfoot's lonely tent.
+
+Nearer and nearer creeps, with cat-like tread,
+The watchful Sioux. Above his lowered head
+The plumy grasses rear a swaying crest;
+His sinuous motion ripples the broad breast
+Of this ripe prairie, like a playful wind
+That leaves its shining, silver track behind.
+
+A tent of skins--that piercing eye saw true--
+Wondrously white and beautifully new;
+In all the colors known to savage art,
+A life-size figure with a blood-red heart
+Guards the low door. But who shall more divine,
+Since not a thread of smoke, nor sound, nor sign
+Of human presence makes the story clear,
+Save yonder dappled ponies grazing near?
+
+Crouched in deep grass the wily Indian lies,
+Ambitious that lone hunter to surprise--
+His gaze the wide horizon ranges low
+For the first glimpse of his returning foe;
+The painted lodge full many a glance doth win--
+Each moment may reveal who lurks within!
+
+At last it moves--that swinging oval door--
+At last she steps upon the prairie floor,
+Shading her dark eyes from the dazzling ray--
+A dusky princess, lovelier than the day!
+No matron, to her hidden foeman's sight,
+Has ever seemed so radiantly bright.
+Her dress is rich, in style unlike the Sioux.
+(These belles in doe-skin have their fashions, too!)
+
+On either shoulder lies a jetty braid;
+Her slender form, most delicately made,
+Her deep, black eyes and winsome features miss
+Naught of proportion. What a conquest this!
+To such an enemy who would not bow?
+Truly our warrior is a captive now!
+Vainly she gazes--turns and disappears,
+His beating heart our youthful hero hears!
+Rashly he thinks to follow and surprise
+This charming stranger--carry off the prize
+Before her lord's return. By impulse led,
+To the low door he stoops his stately head,
+Flings a last hurried glance to left and right,
+Then enters, and beholds this beauty bright
+Seated upon a pile of costly skins,
+Embroidering her hunter's moccasins!
+He stands abashed--she glances up to greet
+His hasty entrance with a smile so sweet,
+Then drops her lashes with such coquetry.
+Amazed, he thinks, "No mortal woman she,
+Who does not fear a stranger entering so!
+Rather some teasing fairy, or a doe
+In woman's form."
+Abruptly he exclaims
+"What are you--a Dakota?" As he names
+That warlike tribe, at last she starts, and shakes
+Her head; then with her slender fingers makes,
+Slowly, the signs all tribes of Indians know--
+"I do not speak your language."
+
+                                "Is it so?
+Where is your husband?" asks our hero young,
+In this same silent, yet most graphic tongue.
+"I am the daughter of a Blackfoot chief,
+Whose home is three days' journey north. In brief,
+My brother is a hunter. I am here
+To keep his lodge, while he pursues the deer."
+"Then I will leave you," he replies, "and when
+Your brother comes, I shall return again!"
+Thus saying, takes his leave; but, ere he goes,
+One longing, lingering, backward glance he throws,
+Which tells the maid how straight her arrow sped
+To pierce the heart of him she else must dread.
+
+
+(DAKOTA LOVE SONG.)
+
+_My heart is heavy--my heart is sore--
+  I heard you were going away!
+  I wept all night--I wept all day--
+I wept till I could weep no more
+  When I heard you were going away
+        Far, far away!
+  O my heart! O my poor heart!
+      Heh-eh-eh-eh! Ho-o-o!_
+
+Concealing in the grass his eagle plumes,
+The patient Sioux his lonely watch resumes.
+The reddening sun is low, when, far away,
+He sees a moving speck. With its last ray
+A handsome youth dismounts before the door.
+His sister, as the custom was of yore,
+Removes the body of the doe with speed,
+Unsaddles, waters, pickets out his steed,
+Leaving the wearied hunter to repose.
+A film of smoke, dissolving as it goes,
+Curls upward from the Blackfoot's lodge.
+
+                                    At last,
+The youthful pair have ended their repast,
+And reappear without, to taste the cool
+Of evening. All their sportive converse, full
+Of meaning gestures, doth right well supply
+Its story to their unseen watcher's eye,
+Who through the night his tireless vigil keeps,
+While, wrapt in dreams, the unconscious Blackfoot sleeps.
+
+At earliest dawn, in the chill morning gray,
+Again the youthful hunter rides away;
+And, when the sun mounts half way up the sky,
+Her lover meets the Blackfoot maiden's eye.
+Archly she greets him--"Laggard! why so late?
+He whom you seek is gone--he could not wait!"
+"But you--you told him not," the youth replies,
+"Of my first visit!" In each other's eyes
+They look and laugh; and in that laughter free
+Dissolves the ancient, tribal enmity!
+The wooing of an Indian is but brief.
+He tells his tale, "My father was a chief--
+These eighteen years in yonder heaven he dwells."
+The maiden's heart with awe and wonder swells
+On hearing that mysterious name and birth
+Which mark him as a being scarce of earth.
+Then, too, his gallant height and handsome face,
+Equipment strange, and bearing full of grace
+Ensnare her fancy.
+
+                        When the bold demand
+Comes from this hero for her heart and hand,
+In blush and smile her answer may be guessed;
+Yet, womanlike, she puts him to the test!
+"Ere I consent, you must return with me
+Unto my father's lodge. And first--but see
+This raw-hide trunk. I pray you, creep inside--"
+(All this by signs); "then you can safely hide!
+I dread my brother's anger, when he hears
+Our foeman asks me for a wife."
+
+                                  Such fears
+(Prettily figured, it may be), win with ease
+The youth's consent to any scheme you please;
+Danger, discomfort, ridicule--all three
+This gallant wooer scorns, and smilingly
+Consents to crowd his noble length of limb
+Within the narrow space allotted him.
+
+Captive he lies, and, all defenseless, hears
+The brother's late return. His jealous ears
+Miss no least accent in the voice of each,
+Yet glean so little from their foreign speech
+That, spite of passion (knowing woman's art),
+A spasm of dread contracts the hero's heart.
+Suppose, while thus in helpless case he lay,
+The maid his place of hiding should betray!
+Clutching with iron grasp his trusty gun,
+Scarce breathing, he awaits the morrow's sun.
+Meanwhile, she prattles of adventures gay--
+Tells how a handsome stranger called that day,
+Describes his splendid dress,--the arms he bore,
+Such as no Blackfoot ever saw before;
+But not a word her cunning lips let fall
+Of love and courtship as the sum of all!
+
+At daybreak forth again the hunter fares,
+But with his artful sister first prepares
+A fresh surprise. When scarcely out of sight,
+She hastens to relieve her captive knight;
+And while he gladly tastes the savory fare
+Which presently her willing hands prepare,
+Stretches his cramped limbs to the grateful sun,
+And drinks the favoring smiles so hardly won,
+A sudden shadow falls athwart his feet--
+At last the war-like Sioux and Blackfoot meet.
+
+Surely the boy his sister's secret guessed,
+Since only kindness dwells within his breast
+Toward his ancestral foe. By friendly signs,
+Each comely youth the other's thought divines;
+Then suddenly exclaims the dauntless Sioux,
+"Listen, my friend! I must return with you
+To ask and win this maiden for my wife!"
+"Return with us! not if you prize your life--"
+The startled Blackfoot answers. "You must know
+That all our tribe regard you as a foe;
+My sister's suitors are as many now
+As yonder leaves that twinkle on the bough.
+Should a Dakota venture such a plea,
+Our jealous youth would slay him instantly!"
+
+The youthful warrior merely smiles, and lays
+His hand upon his gun, as one who says
+"I can defend myself!" "Do you so prize
+This thing?" demands the other in surprise.
+"Set up a mark, and you shall shortly see
+What sort of weapon 'tis I bear with me!"
+"Take my white pony!" "No," his friend replies,
+"Set up a willow wand."
+
+                                The bullet flies
+Straight to its mark, and cleaves the target quite,
+While youth and maiden, starting in affright,
+Believe some heavenly wight this deed hath done--
+Doubtless the thunder's veritable son!
+Convinced at last, the Blackfoot yields assent,
+And leads the stranger to his father's tent.
+
+On the third evening, as the shadows fall,
+The hospitable chief receives them all
+In his great lodge, and listens to their tale
+Of the brave Sioux, whose weapon cannot fail,
+But, like the thunder, with mysterious roar,
+Strikes enemies unseen. Well pleased before
+With this fair stranger-youth's ingenuous face,
+He bids him welcome with a courtly grace,
+And on the morn proclaims to all his band
+This warrior shall receive his daughter's hand.
+The fiery Blackfeet, when this word they know,
+Dart glances of dire hatred at their foe;
+But, hold! the criers once again appear--
+"This foreign bridegroom hath a magic here!
+Weapon like his no Blackfoot ever saw!
+Bring forth a mark and then prepare with awe
+To witness its destruction!"
+
+                                  Scoffingly
+Each brave presents his finest horse, while he
+Accepts of one, and fires before them all.
+Ah, pity! see the noble creature fall!
+Hear its death-scream!
+
+            Some trembled, others fled,
+But all declared so fair a maid should wed
+No less a brave than this. All cavil ceased;
+And now began with joy the marriage feast.
+
+
+(LOVE SONG.)
+
+    _One day you will remember me--
+        One day--one day!
+    You will at last remember me,
+              And say,
+"I was so dear to her--so dear to her!"
+            Yeh-eh-eh-eh--;
+      You will remember me
+              One day!
+            Yeh-eh-eh-eh--!_
+
+When the young hero carried home his bride,
+He rode a pacing pony at her side;
+Twelve others followed--costly loads they bore,
+Rich robes and gifts--the Blackfoot maiden's dower.
+On a lone war-path finding such a fate,
+His triumph all the village celebrate;
+Peace is declared between the tribes; and soon--
+Before the waxing of another moon--
+Guns, knives and blankets, prized past all belief,
+Are sent as presents to the Blackfoot chief.
+
+Such is the tale by Indian camp-fires told--
+The old, old story that grows never old!
+
+                ELAINE GOODALE EASTMAN.
+
+
+[Footnote A: _I. e._, who slew thy father.]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Fond Hearts of the Forest.
+
+A LEGEND OF FOUNTAIN CAVE, NEAR ST. PAUL.
+
+
+The hazy gloaming gathers round,
+The silence mellows every sound,
+The gentle wind, through foliage nigh,
+Begins to breathe its plaintive sigh;
+While o'er the hill creeps silver light,
+Where calm and chaste the queen of night,
+Awaking from her daily trance,
+Doth charm all nature with her glance.
+Her virgin train sweeps down the glade,
+Kissing the cavern's mouth of shade;
+She smiles upon the singing brook,
+With sparkles filling every nook
+That lurks about its dimpled face,
+Giving its deepest shadows grace,
+And breathing on its grassy mane
+A gloss it ne'er can hope to gain
+Beneath the sun's more kingly ray.
+Weirdly the purling waters play
+In her embrace; then break away
+To vanish under bending boughs,
+But giving voice to gurgling vows
+
+[Illustration: FOUNTAIN CAVE.]
+
+Of future tryst, of love again
+Where meet the river banks and glen.
+The moonlight vaults beyond the trees
+To gain the river side, and sees
+A dusky maiden sitting there,
+Who twines her lovely raven hair,
+And frequent lifts her melting eyes
+To where the flashing ripple flies
+Across the bosom of that glass
+Where dancing stars nocturnal pass.
+A princess of the wildwood she,
+And graceful as the deer that flee
+Till stricken by the light-winged shaft
+So deadly from the hunter's craft.
+The river sings beneath her feet;
+It finds an echo in the sweet
+And tender thought that throbs behind
+The starry curtains of her mind.
+And when the thrills that sweep her heart
+Now from her tongue in music start,
+The wavelets beating on the strand,
+The murmuring leaves by zephyrs fanned,
+The minor rhythms that wake the bowers
+Of this fair glen when evening lowers,
+And warbling birds' melodious throng,
+All mingle with her low love song.
+Her voice is all that's wild and sweet,
+And slow must be that warrior's feet
+Who would not speed with all his heart
+To see her red lips meet and part.
+Love moves her with his golden sway--
+A young and stalwart Chippewa
+Has gained her heart, and kindred ties
+And tribal feuds her love defies.
+What cares she that her people hate
+And his give back without abate?
+What cares she that he is not Sioux?
+If he but keep his promise true!
+She sings an old song, passion-laden
+By many a dead Dahkota maiden:
+
+_O where is my lodge--my love?
+  O where is the lord of my breast?
+Reveal me, Great Spirit above,
+  The arms where my passion may rest!
+
+Brave warriors are thick as the leaves
+  That follow the wind in the fall;
+Each maiden may think she receives
+  The smile of the noblest of all;
+
+But I know a chief who can slay
+  The panther and bear with his hand,--
+As warm and as proud as the day,
+  And braver than all in his band.
+
+In his sinewy arms I shall rest,
+  And hear his voice call me "sweet dove!"
+O he is the lord of my breast!
+  With him is my lodge and my love!_
+
+She stops! She turns with sudden start,
+With troubled eyes and beating heart,
+To the frowning bluffs, where warlike cries
+And sound of savage revel rise.
+The warriors of her tribe are there,
+All dancing in the firelight glare.
+Their spears with reeking scalps are clad,
+Their thoughts are blood, their brains are mad;
+Each yelling brave now only knows
+Fierce hatred for his ancient foes.
+They boast of all their deeds of might,
+Of secret slaughter, deadly fight,
+And woe to him who comes to meet
+The lonely maid, Wenonah sweet,
+If they his paddle's dip shall hear
+Or after learn his presence near.
+When their wild revel, to her fright,
+Rose wilder with the fall of night,
+She stole away and gained this place
+To see again her lover's face.
+She gazes on the distant shore,
+But all is quiet as before.
+Again she sings, her flute-like tones
+So low that were the very stones
+On which she rests her feet possessed
+With sense to hear, what she confessed
+In tuneful cadence would be lost
+To them, for well she knows the cost
+For him who loves her, if her thought
+Be told aloud, and so there naught
+Breaks on the air but melody.
+If sung in words, her song would be:
+
+_My love is strong, my love is brave,
+  His heart is warm and true;
+He soon will come across the wave
+  And bear me in his light canoe,
+To be his queen and slave._
+
+_To me he bowed his eagle plume,
+  He tamed his eagle eye,
+And vowed his love would life consume
+  If I refused with him to fly,
+His teepee to illume.
+
+O come, my chief! I watch--I wait!
+  I give up all for thee;
+If thou wilt have an alien mate,
+  Wenonah longs that one to be,
+That she may share thy fate.
+
+Come quickly, love, but make no sound,
+  My people are thy foes,
+If thou shouldst here by them be found
+  A warrior's death thy life would close,
+Thy soul be skyward bound.
+
+What then would poor Wenonah do
+  If she were left alone?
+She scarce would see the hand that slew
+  Ere she would raise her death-chant tone,
+And with thee perish too!_
+
+She scans the echoing cliff once more,
+Then turns to view the farther shore,
+And bending low she strives to hear
+Some sound to tell her he is near.
+O'er all there seems to fall a hush
+As tender as her cheek's warm blush.
+So firmly rooted to the spot--
+As if she had all things forgot--
+She looks like some wild, charm-bound elf,
+As lifeless as the moon itself.
+But no! the parted lip and eye
+Of flashing fire such thoughts belie,
+And well and eloquent avow
+The soul beneath that rigid brow.
+O virgin heart! O passion bright!
+That fills a glance with beauty's light.
+O Wenijishid, happy thou,
+Who surely will not tarry now!
+A moment thus--then up she springs,
+And now the song she softly sings
+Floats o'er the water from her lip
+To meet the constant, noiseless dip
+Of Wenijishid's paddle blade.
+How swift to greet the faithful maid
+He comes! She waits, 'tween joy and fear,
+While on he glides, each stroke more near.
+Love gives him more than wonted strength,
+And on the beach he leaps at length.
+With trembling joy, with artless grace,
+She springs into his glad embrace.
+Within her brave young hero's arms
+Forgot are all her past alarms.
+One rapturous kiss with quick impress,--
+His burning hands her locks caress,--
+And then they gaze, at love's sweet will,
+Eye into eye with answering thrill!
+"Wenonah, darling, since we met,
+Not once could I that smile forget
+Which told me (more than words could tell)
+The hopes that made this bosom swell
+Were fair in our great Spirit's sight.
+He, ere another moon's swift flight,
+Shall bid me take thee to my home
+And joy in thee, no more to roam."
+Her trustful voice is low and clear,
+And sweetest music in his ear:
+"No chief is braver, none more bold
+Than he whose neck my arms enfold.
+He dares the light the moonbeams make
+And danger courts for my poor sake.
+Hark! Wenijishid, hearest thou not
+Those yells of warning? Though this spot
+Rests now beneath a peaceful spell,
+How long 'twill so we cannot tell.
+Thy heart is big, and like a rock
+Will meet the blood-storm's awful shock;
+But I am weaker--and I fear
+For thee each moment thou art here.
+Behold how now the moonlight meets
+And with a kiss each ripple greets;
+Wenonah's heart, o'erflowed with bliss,
+Is wholly thine, and thine her kiss."
+The radiance mingled with the shade--
+The murmur low by night winds made--
+The rune, harmonious and complete,
+Of wavelets in their ceaseless beat--
+The fragrance given of sleeping flower--
+The brooding hush that fits the hour,--
+With this fair scene all these are met
+To make the scene more lovely yet.
+Wenonah's kiss would all confess,
+It gives to beauty holiness;
+The moments passing seem to be
+Endowed with all eternity,
+And in this lonely spot, love found
+Brings the whole universe in bound!
+But, hark! what sound the breezes bear
+Turning her gladness to despair?
+Wenonah trembles like a reed,
+With hunted look she turns to plead:
+"O Wenijishid, leave me, quick!
+For dangers gather round thee thick.
+We are discovered, and thy death
+May hang upon each wasted breath.
+Fly for thy life! Too late! too late!
+Together we must meet our fate."
+He smiles, and there with dauntless front
+Would meet the coming foemen's brunt;
+But she who will not leave his side
+Bears in her hand his warrior pride,
+And hopes of joyous life with her
+Are sweeter than the battle's stir.
+His war-whoop's taunt rings through the glen,
+While answering come the cries of ten.
+Wenonah clasps his brawny arm,
+And lest his love might come to harm
+He turns to where his birchen boat
+Seems chafing to be set afloat;
+And, ere their foes have gained the strand,
+The light canoe beneath his hand
+Leaps off before a foaming track.
+He flings a yell of triumph back,
+And grimly smiles as on he flies
+To hear their disappointed cries;
+Yet lest they may too soon pursue,
+He urges on the flight anew.
+He plies the paddle with a will,
+They skim the waves,--but swifter still
+A vengeful arrow cleaves the air,
+To sink between his shoulders bare.
+The shock is cruel, and the blade
+Falls from his hand; his powers all fade
+Like thought, and plunging on his face,
+Deathlike he lies. Now to his place
+Wenonah springs; with bloodless lip,
+With gleaming eye and nervous grip,
+She works the paddle with a force
+Of which but love could be the source.
+Beyond the range of bow, she flings
+The blade aside and fiercely brings
+Her wounded hero to her breast.
+Now sadly called, now wildly pressed,
+He breathes at last a feeble sigh,
+And, feeling sure he will not die,
+She labors strongly, full of hope
+And nerved with any fate to cope.
+She gains the shore, and stoutly bears
+Her chief through brush and wild beast lairs.
+All through the night she speeds her flight.
+To where his people's fires burn bright.
+When friendly, helping hands are found,
+And she has given him to their care,
+She sinks upon the leafy ground,
+Panting like a hunted hare.
+Her faithful powers have filled their task,
+Their sacred trust no more need ask,
+And now the goal is gained, they bind
+Oblivion's charm around her mind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Young life is pliant, love will give
+A mighty motive still to live.
+And when he wakes, with deep surprise
+He meets the dark and glorious eyes
+Of dear Wenonah on him bent
+In passion's hope absorbed, content.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Since this took place it is not known
+How many changing moons have flown;
+Yet still, when Luna's rapiers bright
+Pierce through the tenuous robe of Night,
+And shining on the stilly shore
+Create again that scene of yore,
+Wenonah and her lover true
+Pass over in their white canoe;
+Their spirit forms unshadowed glide
+Across the rapid, glistening tide.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Anpetusapa.
+
+A LEGEND OF ST. ANTHONY FALLS.
+
+
+'Tis autumn, and the breezes lift
+Their melancholy tones;
+'Tis evening: through each passing rift
+The stars, like precious stones
+In lustrous beauty (clouded soon),
+Sweet incense to the sight,
+Attend their white-robed mistress moon,
+Queen of romantic night.
+Anon, as the cloud hosts fly
+Before the wind across the sky,
+The court of the queen is suddenly seen,
+With its pomp sublime and array
+Of sparkling and glittering sheen,
+More lovely than the light of day,
+More glorious than the twilight gleam
+That mingles with the sun's last beam
+Where the waves of ocean play.
+
+By the river's bank a wandering band
+Have reared their teepee walls,
+Here where the warriors all may stand
+And view the mighty falls.
+The ivory moon is mounting high,
+The lodge fires flicker low,
+And slumbering forms are visible by
+The embers' last faint glow,
+When lightly steps a youthful brave
+Out from the forest ways
+Into the star-roofed nave,
+Out from the shadowing trees
+(Leaves fluttering slow in the slow night breeze)
+Into the broad, revealing rays,
+Into the silvery glow.
+With step as buoyant as the air
+He glides above the glistening sward;
+The largest, whitest teepee there
+Doth seem to center his regard,
+For there his unmarked path doth end,
+And there his burning glances send
+Their passionate lightnings, wild, yet all
+Made reverent by the spot on which they fall.
+This lodge doth tower
+Above the poles on every hand
+Like some strange chieftain o'er his band.
+Why comes he at this hour?
+Hath dark revenge a purpose here?
+Shall bloody strife appear
+On such a scene? Ah, no! the power
+That spurs him hath a softer spell;
+For here the tribe's most cherished flower,
+The daughter of the chief, doth dwell.
+
+His deep, rich voice floats down the glade,
+In soft, unwonted tones
+Like gentle winds through pine-tree cones;
+He sings the Warrior's Serenade;
+While at the end of every strain--
+With more effect his cause to plead--
+He plays a wild and shrill refrain
+Upon a flute of rude-cut reed.
+
+_Lonely warbling bird of night!
+  Leave thy bough and perch above
+The silent, dewy folds of white
+  That screen my sleeping love.
+Drink the moonlight rays that fall
+  Pure and mellow, like the beams
+Of starry eyes beyond my call,
+  Far in the land of dreams.
+Tell her I am brave and strong;
+Tell her I have loved her long;
+  Singing softly, like a dove,
+  Tell her all you know of love
+I cannot tell in song.
+
+Tell her I am waiting here
+  At the threshold of her bower;
+Winds are lifting far and near
+  The sweets of every flower,
+All the stars are out in state,
+  Music breathes in every stir,
+All of nature seems to wait
+  For a glimpse of her.
+Tell her I am brave and strong;
+Tell her I have loved her long;
+  Singing softly like a dove,
+  Tell her all you know of love
+I cannot tell in song._
+
+Is it the wind that swings apart
+The deerskin door from the lodge away?
+Is it a sudden leap of his heart
+That makes too vivid fancy play?
+Or is it a nut-brown arm that holds
+The trembling folds,
+And are those liquid eyes that shine
+Like diamonds fine?
+Sing on, sing on, bold youth,
+And hope shall lead thee to the truth!
+
+_She is lovelier than the sky,
+  Sweeter than the freshest bud,
+I can no longer wait and sigh
+  Here in the moonlight flood;
+All my heart is at her feet,
+  All my strength at her behest;
+O sing, and bid her come to greet
+  The one who loves her best!
+Tell her I am brave and strong;
+Tell her I have loved her long;
+  Singing softly, like a dove,
+  Tell her all you know of love
+I cannot tell in song._
+
+His manly voice entreating calls
+As softly as the dewdrop falls.
+He ceases, and the night winds hush
+As if they too had waited long;
+The organ river's chanting rush
+Seems but an echo of his song.
+And shall he wait and plead in vain?
+Ah, no! love is not always pain;
+For see, the folds are drawn aside,
+And dimly there may be descried
+A shadowy form of shadowy grace,
+That halts while still in gloom arrayed,
+With eyes that light the tawny face
+And tresses darker than the shade.
+
+O spell of song! O power and thrill
+Of love! O dream that sways
+The blood of youth, that feels no chill
+Till love betrays!
+
+O hark! ye sprites that haunt this time,--
+This quiet moon-lit hour,
+When Cupid weaves, in every clime,
+His web of subtlest power,--
+O, can ye hear, and not rejoice,
+The music of a maiden's voice?
+
+"Anpetusapa's glance would meet
+The night bird that can sing so sweet."
+With what a bounding stride he goes!
+With what a light his dark eye glows!
+With what a look he seeks to fire
+Those gentle eyes with his desire!
+
+"O multiply what voice reveals;
+The bird can sing not half it feels!
+Too deep, too deep, to tell in words,
+And even too sweet for song of birds,
+Is passion like this heart of mine
+Doth feel for thine!"
+
+She lightly steps into the light,
+She gently lifts her gentle eyes,
+She flies not, though her heart takes flight
+And soars without disguise.
+
+"I know thee; thou art strong and tall,
+Thy fearless deeds are known to all.
+O may this eve be not more fair
+Than life to thee, is all my prayer."
+
+His mighty sinews, sternly trained,
+Are now with manly grace restrained,
+And the fortunate touch of a fairy's wand
+Far ruder would seem than the touch of his hand;
+And the light of his eye like a streamlet doth flow
+Where passion and tenderness mingle and flash
+On the dancing ripples, whose murmuring low
+From his lips seem to dash
+A faithful, harmonious echo:
+
+"Of happiness all my life will tell
+If thou in my lodge doth dwell.
+Oh! couldst thou but know
+The new, the glad, the tender glow
+That warms my heart, so fiercely brave
+When breasting battle's fiercest wave--
+Couldst thou but feel it pulse and bound
+Whene'er my ear is charmed to hear
+Thy gentle tongue's melodious sound--
+Couldst thou but see how these fond eyes
+Rejoice to look upon thy face
+When like a dream before them rise
+Thy matchless form and wondrous grace--
+How deeply, thirstily they drink
+Thy dew-bright eyes, whose flashing glance
+Doth like a luring firefly dance
+(Along an island's shadowy brink
+Where rippling waters, restless waters,
+Sing their low, unchanging song
+Upon the pebbles all night long).
+Thou art a flower whose smile hath made
+A sunbeam pierce the forest shade;
+Thou art a rose that fragrant grows
+To beautify the darksome glade
+And sweeten every breeze that blows.
+Anpetusapa! wilt thou give
+The promise that shall make me live
+As I have never lived before?
+I love thee, and the powers divine
+Shall teach thy heart to pulse with mine,
+And bless our union evermore
+While moons shall pass or starlight shine."
+
+The guardian bosom of her lover
+Serves well her modest blush to cover;
+Her willowy arms about him twine
+As closely as the greenwood vine
+Doth hang upon the towering oak,
+That holds it safe from every stroke
+And proudly shelters the delicate form
+From all the buffets of the storm.
+The moon and every heavenly gem
+Now seem to shine alone for them.
+
+O Time! why must thou speed away?
+For knowest thou not that present joy
+Bears no increase for such as they,
+For whom all change must bring alloy?
+And thou, young Love! canst thou not make
+A lonely Eden for their sake?
+'Tis better that but two should find
+Gladness of heart and peace of mind,
+Than all the greater sum of life--
+With burning hearts that fates unbind
+And crowding thoughts that gender strife.
+But no, the gift of life is one
+Of strangest form, of blended tints
+And crossing lines, with mingled hints
+Of glory from an unseen sun;
+And shades that hourly darker grow
+For those who seek that sun to know;--
+And they must take the whole or none.
+So they must wake to memory
+Of other things, so they must be
+Reminded of the powers that hold
+Their future lives, to rule and mold.
+
+"Anpetusapa need not name
+The glory of her father's fame;
+He is a mighty chief, and none
+Too quickly will he choose a son."
+
+"O fear not, my blossom,
+  For he shall not see
+The flower of his bosom
+  Mismated with me.
+Where war-whoops are sounding
+  Their blood-stirring call,
+There I shall go bounding
+  The foremost of all.
+When foemen shall fly me
+  And chiefs call me brave,
+He will not deny me
+  The boon I shall crave."
+
+"Yes, thou art brave for one so young;
+This voice of mine thy feats hath sung
+When from the war-path thou returned
+On which thy first renown was earned.
+If my poor love can make thy bliss,
+My service give the happier life,
+All hope shall dwell in one kind kiss
+For thine eternal-loving wife."
+
+"O blessed promise! future bright!
+This feeble tongue of mine can never
+Reveal how dear thou art to-night,
+How cherished thou shalt be forever!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The chief approved the suitor bold,
+And for rich goods his daughter sold.
+She thought not of the trade, but went
+To her young lord with true content,
+And while she dreamed of joy to come
+Her heart was full, her lips were dumb;
+And day by day her task was wrought,
+Each hour with self-denial fraught;
+His wants were met, his lodge was trim,
+Her patient thoughts were all for him.
+The powers divine did seem to bless
+The promise of his wild caress;
+And so the happy moons flew by,
+Till new refulgence filled her sky
+When there appeared a baby boy,
+Whose laugh o'erflowed her cup of joy;
+For this must prove, she could but feel,
+A bond between them strong as steel.
+
+Alas, thou too confiding wife,
+What clouds were gathering o'er thy life!
+For vanity alone will stay
+With human nature to the last;
+Each happy day will slip away
+Into the valleys of the past,
+Returning but a ghostly thing
+When the spirit drinks at Memory's spring.
+
+Why did he vow to cherish ever?
+Or why allow his heart to change?
+What maid was she who came to sever
+Thy love and thee? What magic strange
+Had she to work her strange endeavor?
+What mind shall solve the mystery
+Of loves that come and loves that flee?
+Why should Anpetusapa give
+Her heart's whole life, her richest treasure,
+To one whose boasted flame could live
+Through but a dozen moons' small measure;
+Whose passion was for selfish pleasure?
+
+Yet so it was; another came
+Her heart to cloud, her place to claim.
+Her lodge became another's nest;
+The first wife, she was second now;
+'Neath custom's yoke compelled to bow
+And see her rival fondly pressed.
+The death gloom settled on her brow,
+Day brought no sun, the night no rest.
+The beam of sadness lit her eye,
+And memories that could never die
+Until her body, void of breath,
+Became the precious spoil of Death.
+Morn after morn beheld her still
+Slow sinking, like a mountain rill
+Whose fountain-head, once bubbling bright,
+Hath dried away, and left the white
+And pulseless sand to mark where long
+Began the sparkle and the song.
+
+One joy alone was left to bring
+The heart-swept thrill of other days,
+When to her baby she would sing
+Her lullaby of love and praise;
+And this, even this, renewed the thought
+Of joyous hopes that came to naught.
+Betrayed by faith, yet faithful to the last,
+She murmured not; but patiently she passed
+Each day in kindly service, given
+As if her heart were all unriven,
+Until at length heroic strength
+Could bear no more.
+
+                Upon the shore
+Of wild Messipi's plunging flood,
+Where they were camped so long before,
+They camped again; again their blood
+Marched to the music of its roar.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+'Tis morning: every bird its matin sings
+And beats the air with throbbing wings,
+The air so sweet and quick; the glistening dew
+Hangs crystal beauty on all verdant things,--
+Each trembling drop reflecting true
+The overspread, unclouded blue;
+While from the east the cohorts of the sun
+With dazzling spears begin to strew
+The morning vapors, damp and dun,
+Whose melting ranks are closed anew
+To vanish where the rapid waters run.
+
+Anpetusapa hides her woe
+Until her husband and her foe
+Have left the lodge and gone from sight.
+Then with a tearless eye and bright,
+She gazes madly round the place
+Where every comfort bears the trace
+Of wifely labor wrought with pain,
+Of woman's love that lives in vain.
+Here moccasins lie with bead-work gay;
+Here on the wall the breezes sway
+The music-breathing flute,
+Whose lips are dry and mute,
+While she who once inspired its tone
+Now sits despairing and alone.
+The very curls of smoke that rise
+And mingle with the morning skies,
+Are tokens of the duties done
+Beneath the red eye of the rising sun.
+Awhile she sits in cruel thought,
+Till, with her anguish overwrought,
+She flies to him who sweetly bears
+The image of her faithless god,
+And on each infant feature wears
+The smiling hopes on which he trod.
+Convulsively she clasps her child,
+Whose love, alone left undefiled,
+Is not enough to nerve her soul
+Beneath its crushing weight of dole.
+
+She listens to the roaring water,
+Whose voice she heard in music grand
+When she was but the old chief's daughter,
+When love such wondrous fortunes planned;
+And ruthless phantoms of the past
+Across her mind are flitting fast,
+Each with a keen, envenomed dart
+That poisons brain and tortures heart.
+With breath too quick to lift a sigh,
+With marble firmness on her brow,
+With glassy wildness in her eye,
+She seeks the river's margin now.
+She springs into a birch canoe,
+All beaded with the morning dew,
+And clasping close her mother's pride,
+Soon gains the middle of the tide.
+
+O hark! thou selfish one who gave
+Embrace more treacherous than the wave:
+Does not her song which mounts the air
+Reproach thee with its grand despair?
+Why dost thou hurry to the river?
+Why dost thou call, why dost thou shiver,
+While she whom thou hast driven away
+Is bold amidst the chilly spray?
+What good is all thy vain remorse?
+Thinkst thou from jaws of death to force
+A sacrifice so lightly thrust
+Upon the altar of thy lust?
+A host like thee could nothing urge
+To meet one tone of her sad dirge:
+
+_My heart cannot live without loving;
+  My heart cannot give up its own;
+No more will I linger with sorrow,
+  But follow the joys that have flown;
+With Death I will rest me to-morrow
+  On a kind, dreamless bed of stone.
+
+I fear not the rush of the water,
+  For me all its terrors are vain;
+It cannot bring less than gladness,
+  For it banishes all my pain;
+I will sink with my burden of sadness
+  And mix with the earth again.
+
+My baby, my darling, my blossom,
+  Nor anguish nor falsehood shall know;
+Together we cleave the wild billow--
+  Unfaltering together we go
+To rest on the same rocky pillow,
+  To slumber and mingle below._
+
+Plunging on the sunlit stream,
+The frail canoe, with trembling leaps,
+Hurries toward the mists that gleam
+To veil the awful steeps.
+What need has she for any veil?
+Despairing eyes will never quail!
+See, now upon the glowing crest,
+Where clouds of spray beneath her lie,
+She clasps her boy upon her breast,
+She gazes on the cloudless sky,
+And in its blue depth seems to see
+Death, robed in peaceful purity;
+Then down into the boiling tomb
+That makes for her the happiest doom.
+How strange that peace should thus be found
+Amid such tumult-breathing sound!
+To leap from life and light, and find
+A darkness sweeter to the mind!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Long shall the mists of morning show
+The spirit of her who long ago
+Wrapped them round her wearily--
+A victim of love and treachery.
+Long shall her mournful death-song find
+An echo in the moaning wind;
+Long shall Dahkota legend bind
+That echo with the roaring falls,
+The ancient, foam-crowned, giant falls,
+Whose voice so oft hath given
+The welcome of its watery halls,
+That lead the soul, when the Great Spirit calls,
+To the hunting-grounds of heaven.
+And though a child of the forest dark
+Weary of life would here embark,
+As to a portal hither comes,--
+And yet who may not pass this way
+Into eternal joy and day,--
+The water hides and soon benumbs
+The sorrow, and the cadence deep
+Becomes a lullaby to hush
+The spirit to its endless sleep
+Beneath the surging rush,
+Beneath the shrouding spray,
+Where the tireless waters sweep
+To their wild, unpausing leap--
+Then fly to the South away!
+The flood is cold, but the heart is bold
+When the future that lives new sorrow gives;
+And within the chamber halls
+Of the grand and solemn falls
+May be found a sleep so sweet and deep
+That its darkness never palls,
+While ages pass with silent creep.
+Time hath no tooth to tear
+The heart whose pulse is dead,
+And sorrow may live in the air
+But not in the river-bed!
+I ween all peacefully there
+Is pillowed forever the head
+Of a woman whose heart was fair,
+Though her cheeks were dusky red.
+
+
+
+
+Winona.
+
+
+PART I.
+
+Winona,[1] first-born daughter, was the name
+Of a Dakota girl who, long ago,
+Dwelt with her people here unknown to fame.
+Sweet word, Winona, how my heart and lips
+Cling to that name (my mother's was the same
+Ere her form faded into death's eclipse),
+Cling lovingly, and loth to let it go.
+All arts that unto savage life belong
+She knew, made moccasins, and dressed the game.
+From crippling fashions free, her well-knit frame
+At fifteen summers was mature and strong.
+She pitched the tipi,[2] dug the tipsin[3] roots,
+Gathered wild rice and store of savage fruits.
+Fearless and self-reliant, she could go
+Across the prairie on a starless night;
+She speared the fish while in his wildest flight,
+And almost like a warrior drew the bow.
+Yet she was not all hardness: the keen glance,
+Lighting the darkness of her eyes, perchance
+Betrayed no softness, but her voice, that rose
+O'er the weird circle of the midnight dance,
+Through all the gamut ran of human woes,
+
+[Illustration: MAIDEN ROCK, LAKE PEPIN.]
+
+Passion, and joy. A woman's love she had
+For ornament; on gala days was clad
+In garments of the softest doeskin fine,
+With shells about her neck; moccasins neat
+Were drawn, like gloves, upon her little feet,
+Adorned with scarlet quills of porcupine.
+Innocent of the niceties refined
+That to the toilet her pale sisters bind,
+Yet much the same beneath the outer rind,
+She was, though all unskilled in bookish lore,
+A sound, sweet woman to the very core.
+
+Winona's uncle, and step-father too,
+Was all the father that she ever knew;
+By the Absarakas[4] her own was slain
+Before her memory could his face retain.
+Two bitter years his widow mourned him dead,
+And then his elder brother she had wed.
+None loved Winona's uncle; he was stern
+And harsh in manner, cold and taciturn,
+And none might see, without a secret fear,
+Those thin lips ever curling to a sneer.
+And yet he was of note and influence
+Among the chieftains; true he rarely lent
+More than his presence in the council tent,
+And when he rose to speak disdained pretence
+Of arts rhetoric, but his few words went
+Straight and incisive to the question's core,
+And rarely was his counsel overborne.
+The Raven was the fitting name he bore;
+And though his winters well-nigh reached three-score,
+Few of his tribe excelled him in the chase.
+A warrior of renown, but never wore
+The dancing eagle plumes, and seemed to scorn
+The vanities and follies of his race.
+
+I said the Raven was beloved by none;
+But no, among the elders there was one
+Who often sought him, and the two would walk
+Apart for hours, and converse alone.
+The gossips, marveling much what this might mean,
+Whispered that they at midnight had been seen
+Far from the village, wrapped in secret talk.
+They seemed in truth an ill-assorted brace,
+But Nature oft in Siamese bond unites,
+By some strange tie, the farthest opposites.
+Gray Cloud was oily, plausible, and vain,
+A conjurer with subtle scheming brain;
+Too corpulent and clumsy for the chase,
+His lodge was still provided with the best,
+And though sometimes but a half welcome guest,
+He took his dish and spoon to every feast.[5]
+
+Priestcraft and leechcraft were combined in him,
+Two trades occult upon which knaves have thriven,
+Almost since man from Paradise was driven;
+Padding with pompous phrases worn and old
+Their scanty esoteric science dim,
+And gravely selling, at their weight in gold,
+Placebos colored to their patients' whim.
+Man's noblest mission here too oft is made,
+In heathen as in Christian lands, a trade.
+Holy the task to comfort and console
+The tortured body and the sin-sick soul,
+But pain and sorrow, even prayer and creed,
+Are turned too oft to instruments of greed.
+The conjurer claimed to bear a mission high:
+Mysterious omens of the earth and sky
+He knew to read; his medicine could find
+In time of need the buffalo, and bind
+In sleep the senses of the enemy.
+Perhaps not wholly a deliberate cheat,
+And yet dissimulation and deceit
+Oozed from his form obese at every pore.
+Skilled by long practice in the priestly art,
+To chill with superstitious fear the heart,
+And versed in all the legendary lore,
+He knew each herb and root that healing bore;
+But lest his flock might grow as wise as he,
+Disguised their use with solemn mummery.
+When all the village wrapped in slumber lay,
+His midnight incantations often fell,
+His chant now weirdly rose, now sank away,
+As o'er some dying child he cast his spell.
+And sometimes through his frame strange tremors ran--
+Magnetic waves, swept from the unknown pole
+Linking the body to the wavering soul;
+And swifter came his breath, as if to fan
+The feeble life spark, and his finger tips
+Were to the brow of pain like angel lips.
+No wonder if in moments such as these
+He half believed in his own deities,
+And thought his sacred rattle could compel
+The swarming powers unseen to serve him well.
+The Raven lay one evening in his tent
+With his accustomed crony at his side;
+Around their heads a graceful aureole
+Of smoke curled upward from the scarlet bowl
+Of Gray Cloud's pipe with willow bark supplied.
+Winona's thrifty mother came and went,
+Her form with household cares and burdens bent,
+Fresh fuel adds, and stirs the boiling pot.
+Meanwhile the young Winona, half reclined,
+Plies her swift needle, that resource refined
+For woman's leisure, whatsoe'er her lot,
+The kingly palace or the savage cot.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The cronies smoked without a sign or word,
+Passing the pipe sedately to and fro;
+Only a distant wail of hopeless woe,
+A mother mourning for her child, was heard,
+And Gray Cloud moved, as though the sound had stirred
+Some dusty memory; still that bitter wail,
+Rachel's despairing cry without avail,
+That beats the brazen firmament in vain,
+Since the first mother wept o'er Abel slain.
+At length the conjurer's lips the silence broke,
+Softly at first as to himself he spoke,
+Till warmed by his own swarming fancies' brood
+He poured the strain almost in numbers rude.
+
+[Illustration: "WHERE THROUGH A LAKE THE MISSISSIPPI FLOWS."]
+
+
+THE COMBAT BETWEEN THE THUNDER-BIRDS
+AND THE WATER-DEMONS.
+
+Gray Cloud shall not be as other men,
+Dull clods that move and breathe a day or two,
+Ere other clods shall bury them from view.
+Tempest and sky have been my home, and when
+I pass from earth I shall find welcome there.
+Sons of the Thunder-Bird my playmates were,
+Ages ago[6] (the tallest oak to-day
+In all the land was but a grass blade then).
+Reared with such brethren, breathing such an air,
+My spirit grew as tall and bold as they;
+We tossed the ball and flushed the noble prey
+O'er happy plains from human footsteps far;
+And when our high chief's voice to arm for war
+Rang out in tones that rent the morning sky,
+None of the band exulted more than I.
+
+A god might gaze and tremble at the sight
+Of our array that turned the day to night;
+With bow and shield and flame-tipped arrows all,
+Rushing together at our leader's call,
+Like storm clouds sweeping round a mountain height.
+The lofty cliffs our warlike muster saw,
+Hard by the village of great Wabashaw,[7]
+Where through a lake the Mississippi flows;
+Far o'er the dwelling of our ancient foes,
+The hated Water-Demon[8] and his sons,
+Cold, dark and deep the sluggish current runs.
+
+Up from their caverns swarming, when they heard
+The rolling signal of the Thunder-Bird,
+The Water-Demon and his sons arose,
+And answered back the challenge of their foes.
+With horns tumultuous clashing like a herd
+Of warring elks that struggle for the does,
+They lashed the wave to clouds of spray and foam,
+Through which their forms uncouth, like buffaloes
+Seen dimly through a morning mist, did loom,
+Or isles at twilight rising from the shore.
+
+Though we were thirty, they at least fourscore,
+We rushed upon them, and a midnight pall
+Over the seething lake our pinions spread,
+'Neath which our gleaming arrows thickly sped,
+As shooting stars that in the rice-moon fall.
+Rent by our beating wings the cloud-waves swung
+In eddies round us, and our leader's roar
+Smote peal on peal, and from their bases flung
+The rocks that towered along the trembling shore.
+
+A Thunder-Bird--alas, my chosen friend,
+But even so a warrior's life should end,--
+A Thunder-Bird was stricken; his bright beak,
+Cleaving the tumult like a lightning streak,
+Smote with a fiery hiss the watery plain;
+His upturned breast, where gleamed one fleck of red,
+His sable wings, one moment wide outspread,
+Blackened the whirlpool o'er his sinking head.
+
+The Water-Demon's sons by scores were slain
+By our swift arrows falling like the rain;
+With yells of rage they sank beneath the wave
+That ran all redly now, but could not save.
+We asked not mercy, mercy never gave;
+Our flaming darts lit up the farthest cave,
+Fathoms below the reach of deepest line;
+Our cruel spears, taller than mountain pine,
+Mingled their life blood with the ruddy wave.
+
+The combat ceased, the Thunder-Birds had won.
+The Water-Demon with one favorite son
+Fled from the carnage and escaped our wrath.
+The vapors, thinly curling from the shore,
+Faint musky odors to our nostrils bore.
+The air was stilled, the silence of the dead;
+The sun, just starting on his downward path,
+A rosy mantle o'er the prairie shed,
+Save where, like vultures, ominous and still,
+We clustered close, on sullen wings outspread;
+And sometimes, with a momentary chill,
+A giant shadow swept o'er plain and hill,--
+A Thunder-Bird careering overhead,
+Seeking the track by which the foe had fled.
+
+While thus we hovered motionless, the sun
+Adown the west his punctual course had run,
+When lo, two shining points far up the stream
+That split the prairie with a silver seam,--
+The fleeing Water-Demon and his son;
+Like icicles they glittered in the beam
+Still struggling up from the horizon's rim.
+His sleeping anger kindled at the sight,
+Our leader's eyes glowed like a flaming brand.
+Thrilled by one impulse, all our sable band
+Dove through the gathering shadows of the night
+On wings outshaken for a headlong flight.
+Anger, revenge, but more than all the thirst,
+The glorious emulation to be first,
+Stung me like fire, and filled each quivering plume.
+With tenfold speed our sharp beaks cleft the gloom,
+A swarm of arrows singing to the mark,
+We hissed to pierce the foe ere yet 'twas dark.
+
+Still up the stream the Water-Demons fled,
+Their bodies glowed like fox-fire far ahead;
+But every moment saw the distance close
+Between our thirsty spear-heads and our foes.
+Louder the blast our buzzing pinions made
+Than mighty forest in a whirlwind swayed;
+The giant cliffs of Redwing speeding back,
+Like specters melting from a cloudy wrack,
+Melted from view in our dissolving track.
+Kaposia's village, clustered on the shore,
+With sound of snapping poles and tipis riven,
+Vanished like swan's-down by a tempest driven.
+Stung by our flight, the keen air smote us sore
+As ragged hailstones; on, still on, we strained,
+And fast and faster on the chase we gained,
+But neck and neck the fierce pursuit remained,
+Till close ahead we saw the rocky walls
+O'er which the mighty river plunging falls,[9]
+And at their base the Water-Demons lay:
+The panting chase at last had turned to bay.
+Then thrilled my nerves with more than mortal strength;
+A breath of Deity was in the burst
+That bore me out a goodly lance's length
+To meet the Water-Demon's son accurst.
+His evil horn clanged hollow on my shield
+Just as my spear transfixed him through and through;
+A moment towering o'er the foam he reeled,
+Then sank beneath the roaring falls from view.
+A dying yell that haunts me yet he gave,
+And as he fell the crippled water coiled
+About him like a wounded snake, and boiled,
+Lashing itself to madness o'er his grave.
+
+We knew not where the parent Demon fled;
+None of our spears might pierce his ancient mail,
+Welded with skill demoniac scale on scale.
+Some watery realm he wanders, and 'tis said
+That he is changed and bears a brighter form,
+And goodly sons again about him swarm;
+And peace, 'tis but a hollow truce I know,
+Now reigns between him and his ancient foe.
+He hates me still, and fain would do me harm,
+But neither man nor demon dares offend,
+Who hath the cruel Thunder-Bird for friend.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+PART II.
+
+Nature hath her _elite_ in every land,
+Sealed by her signet, felt although unseen.
+Winona 'mid her fellows moved a queen,
+And scarce a youthful beau in all the band
+But sighed in secret longing for her hand.
+One only she distinguished o'er the rest,
+The latest aspirant for martial fame,
+Redstar, a youth whose coup-stick like his name
+(Till recently he had been plain Chaske)[10]
+Was new, fresh plucked the feathers on his crest.
+Just what the feats on which he based his claim
+To warlike glory it were hard to say;
+He ne'er had seen more than one trivial fray,
+But bold assurance sometimes wins the day.
+Winona gave him generous credit, too,
+For all the gallant deeds he meant to do.
+His gay, barbaric dress, his lofty air
+Enmeshed her in a sweet bewildering snare.
+Transfigured by the light of her own passion,
+She saw Chaske in much the usual fashion
+Of fairer maids, who love, or think they do.
+'Tis not the man they love, but what he seems;
+A bright Hyperion, moving stately through
+The rosy ether of exalted dreams.
+Alas! that love, the purest and most real,
+Clusters forever round some form ideal;
+And martial things have some strange necromancy
+To captivate romantic maiden fancy.
+The very word "Lieutenant" hath a charm,
+E'en coupled with a vulgar face and form,
+A shriveled heart and microscopic wit,
+Scarce for a coachman or a barber fit;
+His untried sword, his title, are to her
+Better than genius, wealth, or high renown;
+His uniform is sweeter than the gown
+Of an Episcopalian minister;
+And "dash," for swagger but a synonym,
+Is knightly grace and chivalry with him.
+
+Unnoted young Winona's passion grew,
+Chaske alone the tender secret knew;
+And he, too selfish love like hers to know,
+Warmed by her presence to a transient glow,
+Her silent homage drank as 'twere his due.
+Winona asked no more though madly fond,
+Nor hardly dreamed as yet of closer bond;
+But chance, or Providence, or iron Fate
+(Call it what name you will), or soon or late,
+Bends to its purpose every human will,
+And brings to each its destined good or ill.
+
+
+THE GROVE.
+
+O'erlooking Minnetonka's shore,
+A grove enchanted lured of yore,
+Lured to their deepest woe and joy,
+A happy maiden and careless boy;
+Lured their feet to its inmost core,
+Where like snowy maidens the aspen trees
+Swayed and beckoned in the breeze,
+While the prairie grass, like rippling seas,
+Faintly murmuring lulling hymns,
+Rippled about their gleaming limbs.
+
+There is no such charm in a garden-close,
+However fair its bower and rose,
+As a place where the wild and free rejoice.
+Nor doth the storied and ivied arch
+Woo the heart with half so sweet a voice
+As the bowering arms of the wild-wood larch,
+Where the clematis and wild woodbine
+Festoon the flowering eglantine;
+Where in every flower, shrub, and tree
+Is heard the hum of the honey-bee,
+And the linden blossoms are softly stirred,
+As the fanning wings of the humming-bird
+Scatter a perfume of pollen dust,
+That mounts to the kindling soul like must;
+Where the turtles each spring their loves renew--
+The old, old story, "coo-roo, coo-roo,"
+Mingles with the wooing note
+That bubbles from the song-bird's throat;
+Where on waves of rosy light at play,
+Mingle a thousand airy minions,
+And drifting as on a golden bay,
+The butterfly with his petal pinions,
+From isle to isle of his fair dominions
+Floats with the languid tides away;
+Where the squirrel and rabbit shyly mate,
+And none so timid but finds her fate;
+The meek hen-robin upon the nest
+Thrills to her lover's flaming breast.
+Youth, Love, and Life, 'mid scenes like this,
+Go to the same sweet tune of bliss;
+E'en the flaming flowers of passion seem
+Pure as the lily buds that dream
+On the bosom of a mountain stream.
+
+Such was the grove that lured of yore,
+Overlooking Minnetonka's shore,
+Lured to their deepest woe and joy
+A happy maiden and careless boy,--
+Lured their feet to its inmost core;
+Where still mysterious shadows slept,
+While the plenilune from her path above
+With liquid amber bathed the grove,
+That through the tree-tops trickling crept,
+And every tender alley swept.
+The happy maiden and careless boy,
+Caught for a moment their deepest joy,
+And the iris hues of Youth and Love,
+A tender glamour about them wove;
+But the trembling shadows the aspens cast
+From the maiden's spirit never passed;
+And the nectar was poisoned that thrilled and filled,
+From every treacherous leaf distilled,
+Her veins that night with a strange alloy.
+
+Swift came the hour that maid and boy must part;
+A glow unwonted, tinged with dusky red
+Winona's conscious face as home she sped;
+And to the song exultant in her heart,
+Beat her light moccasins with rhythmic tread.
+But at the summit of a little hill,
+Along whose base the village lay outspread,
+A sudden sense of some impending ill
+Smote the sweet fever in her veins with chill.
+The lake she skirted, on whose mailed breast
+Rode like a shield the moon from out the west,
+She neared her lodge, but there her quick eye caught
+The voice of Gray Cloud, and her steps were stayed,
+For over her of late an icy fear
+Brooded with vulture wings when he was near.
+
+She knew not why, her eye he never sought,
+Nor deigned to speak, and yet she felt dismayed
+At thought of him, as the mimosa's leaf
+Before the fingers touch it shrinks with dread.
+She paused a moment, then with furtive tread
+Close to the tipi glided like a thief;
+With lips apart, and eager bended head,
+She listened there to what the conjurer said.
+
+His voice, low, musical, recounted o'er
+Strange tales of days when other forms he wore:
+How, far above the highest airy plain
+Where soars and sings the weird, fantastic crane,
+Wafted like thistle-down he strayed at will,
+With power almost supreme for good or ill,
+Over all lands and nations near and far,
+Beyond the seas, or 'neath the northern star,
+And long had pondered where were best to dwell
+When he should deign a human shape to wear.
+"Whether to be of them that buy and sell,
+With fish-scale eyes, and yellow corn-silk hair,
+Or with the stone-men chase the giant game.
+But wander where you may, no land can claim
+A sky so fair as ours; the sun each day
+Circles the earth with glaring eye, but sees
+No lakes or plains so beautiful as these;
+Nor e'er hath trod or shall upon the earth
+A race like ours of true Dakota birth.
+Our chiefs and sages, who so wise as they
+To counsel or to lead in peace or war,
+And heal the sick by deep mysterious law.
+Our beauteous warriors, lithe of limb and strong,
+Fierce to avenge their own and others' wrong,
+What gasping terror smites their battle song
+When, night-birds gathering near the dawn of day,
+Or wolves in chorus ravening for the prey,
+They burst upon the sleeping Chippeway;[11]
+Their women wail whose hated fingers dare
+To reap the harvest of our midnight hair;
+Swifter than eagles, as a panther fleet,
+A hungry panther seeking for his meat,
+So swift and noiseless their avenging feet.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Dakota matrons truest are and best,
+Dakota maidens too are loveliest."
+
+He ceased, and soon, departing through the night,
+She watched his burly form till out of sight.
+And then the Raven spoke in whispers low:
+"Gray Cloud demands our daughter's hand, and she
+Unto his tipi very soon must go."
+Winona's mother sought to make reply,
+But something checked her in his tone or eye.
+Again the Raven spoke, imperiously:
+"Winona is of proper age to wed;
+Her suitor suits me, let no more be said."
+
+Winona heard no more; a rising wave
+Of mingled indignation, fear, and shame
+Like a resistless tempest shook her frame,
+The earth swam round her, and her senses reeled;
+Better for her a thousand times the grave
+Than life in Gray Cloud's tent, but what could she
+Against the stern, implacable decree
+Of one whose will was never known to yield?
+
+Winona fled, scarce knowing where or how;
+Fled like a phantom through the moonlight cool,
+Until she stood upon the rocky brow
+That overlooked a deep sequestered pool,
+Where slumbering in a grove-encircled bay
+Lake Minnetonka's purest waters lay.
+Unto the brink she rushed, but faltered there--
+Life to the young is sweet; in vain her eye
+Swept for a moment grove and wave and sky
+With mute appeal. But see, two white swans fair
+Gleamed from the shadows that o'erhung the shore,
+Like moons emerging from a sable screen;
+Swimming abreast, what haughty king and queen,
+With arching necks their regal course they bore.
+Winona marveled at the unwonted sight
+Of white swans swimming there at dead of night,
+Her frenzy half beguiling with the scene.
+Unearthly heralds sure, for in their wake
+What ruddy furrows seamed the placid lake.
+Almost beneath her feet they came, so near
+She might have tossed a pebble on their backs,
+When lo, their long necks pierced the waters clear,
+As down they dove, two shafts of purest light,
+And chasing fast on their descending tracks,
+A swarm of spirals luminous and white,
+Swirled to the gloom of nether depths from sight.
+
+Then all was still for some few moments' space,
+So smooth the pool, so vanished every trace,
+It seemed that surely the fantastic pair
+Had been but snowy phantoms passing there.
+Winona hardly hoped to see them rise,
+But while she gazed with half-expectant eyes,
+The waters strangely quivered in a place
+About the bigness of a tipi's space,
+Where weirdly lighting up the hollow wave
+Beat a deep-glowing heart, whose pulsing ray
+Now faded to a rosy flush away,
+Now filled with fiery glare the farthest cave.
+A shapeless bulk arose, then, taking form,
+Bloomed forth upon the bosom of the lake
+A crystal rose, or hillock mammiform,
+And round its base the curling foam did break
+As round a sunny islet in a storm;
+And on it poised a swiftly changing form,
+With filmy mantle falling musical,
+And colors of the floating bubble's ball,
+Fair and elusive as the sprites that play,
+Bright children of the sun-illumined spray,
+'Mid rainbows of a mountain waterfall.
+Then mingling with the falling waters came
+In whispers sibilant Winona's name;
+So indistinct and low that voice intense,
+That she, half frightened, cowering in the grass
+In much bewilderment at what did pass,
+Till thrice repeated noted not its sense.
+
+She rose, and on the very brink defined,
+Against the sky in silhouette outlined,
+Erect before the Water-Demon stood.
+Again those accents weird her wonder stirred,
+And this is what the listening maiden heard:
+"Thy fate, Winona, hangs on thine own choice
+To scorn or heed the Water-Demon's voice.
+Gone are thy pleasant days of maidenhood,
+And evil hours draw nigh, but knowest thou not,
+That what thou fleest is the common lot
+Of all thy sisters? Thou must be the bride
+Of one thou lovest not, must toil for him,
+Watch for his coming, and endure his whim;
+Must share his tent, and lying at his side
+Weep for another till thine eyes grow dim.
+And he, so fondly loved, will pass thee by
+Indifferent with cold averted eye;
+E'en he, whose wanton hands and hated arms
+Have crushed the fair flower of thy maidenhood,
+Will weary of thy swiftly-fading charms,
+And seek another when thy beauty wanes.
+Aha, thou shudderest; in thy tense veins,
+Fierce and rebellious, leaps the mingling blood
+Of countless warriors, high of soul and brave;
+And would'st thou quench their spirit 'neath the wave?
+Is Gray Cloud's life more dear to thee than thine?
+The village sleeps, unguarded is his tent,
+Thy knife is keen, and unto thee is lent
+A spell to-night of potency malign.
+Cradled in blissful dreams alone he lies,
+And he shall stray so deep in sleep's dominions,
+He would not waken though the rushing pinions
+Of his own Thunder-Bird should shake the sky.
+All freedom-loving spirits are with thee,
+Strike hard and fear not as thou would'st be free;
+Lest thine own hatred prove too weak a charm,
+The Water-Demon's hate shall nerve thine arm."
+
+The Water-Demon sank and disappeared,
+And faint and fainter fell those accents weird,
+Until the air was silent as the grave,
+Still as December's crystal seal the wave.
+Homeward again Winona took her way.
+How changed in one short hour! no longer now
+The song-birds singing at her heart, but there
+A thousand gnashing furies made their lair,
+And urged her on; her nearest pathway lay
+Over a little hill, and on its brow
+A group of trees, whereof each blackened bough
+Bore up to heaven as if in protest mute
+Its clustering load of ghastly charnel fruit,[12]
+The swaddled forms of all the village dead--
+Maid, lusty warrior, and toothless hag,
+The infant and the conjurer with his bag,
+Peacefully rotting in their airy bed.
+As on a battle plain she saw them lie,
+Fouling the fairness of the moonlit sky;
+And heavily there flapped above her head,
+Some floating drapery or tress of hair,
+Loading with pestilential breath the air
+That fanned her temples, or the reeking wing
+Of unclean bird obscenely hovering;
+And something crossed her path that halting nigh,
+At the intruder glared with evil eye,--
+She hardly heeded passing swiftly by.
+
+Leaving behind that hideous umbrage fast,
+What wraith escaping from its tenement,
+Winona through the sleeping village passed,
+And pausing not, to Gray Cloud's tipi went,
+Laid back the door, and with a stealthy tread,
+Entered and softly crouched beside his head.
+Her gaze that seemed to pierce his inmost thought,
+Keen as the ready knife her hand had sought,
+And through the open door the slant moonbeams
+Smiting the sleeper's face awaked him not.
+He vaguely muttered in his wandering dreams
+Of "medicine," and of the Thunder-Bird.
+As if to go, her knife she half returned;
+Whether her woman's heart with pity stirred,
+Or superstitious awe, she slightly turned,
+But gazing still, over his features came
+The semblance of a smile, and his arms moved,
+Clasping in rosy dreams some form beloved,
+And his lips moved, and though no sound she heard,
+She thought they shaped her name, and a red flame
+Leaped to her brain, and through her vision passed;
+A raging demon seized and filled her frame,
+And like a lightning flash leaped forth her knife:
+That cold keen heart-pang is his last of life;
+The Water-Demon is avenged at last.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+PART III.
+
+She struck but once, no need hath lightning stroke
+For second blow to rend the heart of oak,
+Nor waited there to see how Gray Cloud died;
+Her fury all in that fierce outburst spent,
+As from a charnel cave she fled the tent;
+The wolfish dog suspiciously outside
+Sniffed at her moccasins but let her pass.
+Her tipi soon she reached, distant no more
+Than arrow from a warrior's bowstring sent,
+Paused but to wipe her knife upon the grass,
+And found her usual couch upon the floor.
+But not to sleep; she closed her eyes in vain,
+Shutting away the moonlight from her view;
+Darkness and moonlight wore the same dread hue,
+Flooding the universe with crimson stain.
+She clasped her bosom with her hands to still
+The throbbing of her heart that seemed to fill
+With tell-tale echoes all the air; an owl
+The secret with unearthly shrieks confessed,
+And Gray Cloud's dog sent forth a doleful howl
+At intervals; but worse than all the rest,
+That dreadful drum still beating in her breast,
+As furious war-drums in the scalp-dance beat
+To the mad circling of delirious feet.
+
+[Illustration: "THE GIANT CLIFFS OF RED-WING SPREADING BACK."]
+
+Early next morning, as the first faint rays
+Of sunlight through the rustling lindens played,
+Two children sent to seek the conjurer's aid,
+Gazed on the sight, with horror and amaze,
+Of Gray Cloud's lifeless body rolled in blood.
+Fast through the village spread the news, and stirred
+With mingled fear and wonder all who heard.
+The oracles were baffled and dismayed,
+And spoke with muffled tones and looks of dread:
+"Some envious foeman lurking in the wood,
+With medicine more strong than his," they said,
+"Stole in last night and gave the fatal wound."
+The warriors scoured the country miles around,
+Seeking for sign or trail, but naught they found:
+The murderer left behind no clue or trace
+More than a vampire's flight through darkling space.
+
+The Raven with a stoic calmness heard
+Of Gray Cloud's death, nor showed by look or word
+The wrath that to its depth his being stirred.
+Winona heard the news with false surprise,
+As if just roused from sleep she rubbed her eyes;
+When she arose her knees like aspens shook,
+But this she quelled and forced a tranquil look
+To feign the calmness that her soul forsook.
+And when the mourning wail rose on the air,
+Winona's voice was heard commingling there.
+She gathered with the other maidens where,
+On a rude bier, the conjurer's body lay
+Adorned and decked in funeral array.
+She flung a handful of her sable hair,
+And wept such tears above the painted clay[13]
+As weeps a youthful widow, only heir,
+Over the coffin of a millionaire.
+
+Moons waxed to fullness and to sickles waned.
+The gossips still conversed with bated breath.
+The appalling mystery of Gray Cloud's death,
+Wrapped in impenetrable gloom, remained
+A blighting shadow o'er the village spread.
+But youthful spirits are invincible,
+Nor fear nor superstition long can quell
+The bubbling flow of that perennial well;
+And so the youths and maidens soon regained
+The wonted gayety that late had fled.
+All save Winona, in whose face and mien,
+Unto the careless eye, no change was seen;
+But one that noted might sometimes espy
+A furtive fear that shot across her eye,
+As in a forest, 'thwart some bit of blue,
+Darts a rare bird that shuns the hunter's view.
+Her laugh, though gay, a subtle change confessed,
+And in her attitude a vague unrest
+Betrayed a world of feelings unexprest.
+A shade less light her footsteps in the dance,
+And sometimes now the Raven's curious glance
+Her soul with terrors new and strange oppressed.
+
+Grief shared is lighter, none had she to share
+Burdens that grew almost too great to bear,
+For Redstar sometimes seemed to look askance,
+And sought, they said, to win another breast.
+Winona feigned to laugh, but in her heart
+The rumor rankled like a poisoned dart.
+Sometimes she almost thought the Raven guessed
+The guilty secrets that her thoughts oppressed,
+And sought, whene'er she could, to shun his sight.
+Apart from human kind, still more and more,
+The Raven dwelt, and human speech forbore.
+And once upon a wild tempestuous night,
+When all the demons of the earth and air
+Like raging furies were embattled there,
+She, peering fearfully, amid the swarm
+Flitting athwart the flashes of the storm,
+By fitful gleams beheld the Raven's form.
+To her he spoke not since the fateful night
+His chosen comrade passed from human sight,
+Save only once, forgetting he was by
+And half forgetting too her care and woes,
+Unto her lips some idle jest arose.
+"Winona," said the Raven, in a tone
+Of stern reproof that on the instant froze
+All thought of mirth, and when she met his eye,
+As by a serpent's charm it fixed her own;
+The hate and anger of a soul intense
+Were all compressed in that remorseless glance,
+The coldly cruel meaning of whose sense
+Smote down the shield of her false innocence.
+She strove to wrest her eye from his in vain,
+Held by that gaze ophidian like a bird,
+As in a trance she neither breathed nor stirred.
+And gazing thus an icy little lance,
+Smaller than quill from wing of humming-bird,
+Shot from his eyes, and a keen stinging pain
+Sped through the open windows of her brain.
+Her senses failed, she sank upon the ground,
+And darkness veiled her eyes; she never knew
+How long this was, but when she slowly grew
+Back from death's counterfeit, and looked around,
+So little change was there, that it might seem
+The scene had been but a disordered dream.
+The Raven sat in his accustomed place,
+Smoking his solitary pipe; his face,
+A gloomy mask that none might penetrate,
+Betrayed no sign of anger, grief, or hate;
+Absorbed so deep in thoughts that none might share,
+He noted not Winona's presence there;
+From his disdainful lips the thin blue smoke
+From time to time in little spirals broke,
+Floating like languid sneers upon the air,
+And settling round him in a veil of blue
+So sinister to her disordered view,
+That she arose and quickly stole away.
+She shunned him more than ever from that day,
+And never more unmoved could she behold
+That countenance inscrutable and cold.
+
+But Hope and Love, like Indian summer's glow,
+Gilding the prairies ere December's snow,
+Lit with a transient beam Winona's eye.
+The season for the Maidens' Dance drew nigh,
+And Redstar vowed, whatever might betide,
+To claim her on the morrow as his bride.
+What now to her was all the world beside?
+The evil omens darkening all her sky,
+Malicious sneers, her rival's envious eye,
+While her false lover lingered at her side,
+All passed like thistle-down unheeded by.
+The evening for the dance arrived at last;
+An ancient crier through the village passed,
+And summoned all the maidens to repair
+To the appointed place, a greensward where,
+Since last year unprofaned by human feet,
+Rustled the prairie grass and flowers sweet.
+None but the true and pure might enter there--
+Maidens whose souls unspotted had been kept.
+At set of sun the circle there was formed,
+And thitherward the happy maidens swarmed.
+The people gathered round to view the scene:
+Old men in broidered robes that trailing swept,
+And youths in all their finery arrayed,
+Dotting like tropic birds the prairie green,
+Their rival graces to the throng displayed.
+Winona came the last, but as she stept
+Into the mystic ring one word, "Beware!"
+Rang out in such a tone of high command
+That all was still, and every look was turned
+To where the Raven stood; his stern eye burned,
+And like a flower beneath that withering glare
+She faded fast. No need that heavy hand
+To lead Winona from the joyous band;
+No need those shameful words that stained the air:
+"Let not the sacred circle be defiled
+By one who, all too easily beguiled,
+Beneath her bosom bears a warrior's child."
+
+Winona swiftly fleeing, as she passed,
+One look upon her shrinking lover cast
+That seared his coward heart for many a day,
+Into the deepest woods she took her way.
+The dance was soon resumed, and as she fled,
+Like hollow laughter chasing overhead,
+Pursued the music and the maidens' song.
+Just as she passed from sight an angry eye
+Glared for a moment from the western sky,
+And flung one quivering shaft of dazzling white,
+With tenfold thunder-peal, adown the night.
+Her mother followed her, and sought her long,
+Calling and listening through the falling dew,
+While fast and furious still the cadence grew
+Of the gay dance, whose distant music fell,
+Smiting the mother like a funeral knell.
+High rode the sun in heaven next day before
+The stricken mother found along the shore
+The object of her unremitting quest.
+The cooling wave whereon she lay at rest
+Had stilled the tumult of Winona's breast
+Along that shapely ruin's plastic grace,
+And in the parting of her braided hair,
+The hopeless mother's glances searching there
+The Thunder-Bird's mysterious mark might trace.
+
+So died Winona, and let all beware,
+For vengeance follows fast and will not spare,
+Nor maid, nor warrior that dares offend
+Who hath the cruel Thunder-Bird for friend.
+
+
+
+
+THE PEACE-PIPE
+QUARRY
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Outward swell the rolling prairies like the waves of ocean deep;
+Higher rise the crested billows rolling upward as they sweep
+From horizon to horizon, and the air grows pure and free,
+"On the mountains of the prairie," on the wind-swept emerald sea.
+
+As in olden time the zealots who would build unto their God,
+Sacred temples for his worship, chose a "high place," and the sod
+Of the consecrated mountain was made holy by the rites
+Of footsore and weary pilgrims who had sought the sacred heights,
+So instinctively the red-men, roaming o'er the boundless main,
+Looked for their Manitou above the low level of the plain;
+Sought and found him on the summit of the green wave's swelling crest
+Rising upward like a mountain, in the valley of the West.
+
+Not to him they founded temples, gilded fanes and altars fair;
+Looking up, they saw already Manitou enthroned there
+In the fastness of the mountain, with his sphynx-like, stony face
+Watching like a guardian spirit, o'er the dusky lawless race
+Who regarded not each other, and their deadly hatred slaked
+In the blood of friends and foemen, when their slumbering ire was waked.
+
+"Gitche Manitou, the Mighty," the Great Spirit throned above,
+Was a God of truth and wisdom, was a God of peace and love;
+And as God upon Mount Sinai, stooping from his heavenly throne,
+Gave the law unto his people, deeply graven into _stone_,
+"Gitche Manitou, the Mighty," in compassion for the race
+Of unlettered, untaught heathen who knew not his god-like face
+Save they saw it in the tempest or the lightning's livid glare,
+Or in some familiar emblem they could see, or feel, or wear,
+Taught them peace and love to kindred, through an emblem formed of stone,
+Fashioned in the well-known outlines of a thing they called their own.
+In the caverns of his store-house, deeply sunken in the ground,
+Lay the mystical red pipe-stone, never yet by sachem found.
+With his strong right hand almighty, rent he now the ground in twain,
+Broke the red stone of the quarry, and, resounding o'er the plain,
+Came this message to the warriors:--"Let this be to you a sign:
+Make you calumets of pipe-stone, pledge you peace and love divine,
+By the smoking of this signet. Let it pass from hand to hand.
+Cease you from your wars and wrangling, and be brothers in the land."
+
+The Great Spirit's words were heeded, and the calumet, the pipe
+Which they often smoked together in their councils, was the type
+Of good-will and peace thereafter, and upon the quarry's site,
+Hostile tribes and tongues and races meeting, never meet to fight.
+
+Many legends and traditions cluster round this sacred spot;
+Many histories and records deep with hidden meaning fraught,
+Have been chiseled on the ledges at the ancient bowlders' base,
+Who, like strangers in the valley, drifted to a resting place.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Here, ere Manitou had given to the tribes the pipe of peace,
+Saw he mighty war and bloodshed, saw the tribes of men decrease,
+Until fleeing from destruction, come three maidens to the rocks--
+The last remnant of all women, hiding from the fearful shocks
+Of the deadly fight and carnage which was raging through the air,
+Driven to these three large bowlders, as a refuge in despair.
+Now in memory of the conflict and the part the bowlders bore,
+They are named in weird tradition, "The Three Maidens," evermore.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Here the thunder-bird portentous, Wakan, terrible in might,
+Made his home in awful grandeur on the cliff's mysterious height.
+Here the flapping of his pinions brought the fierce, hot lightning's
+  glare,
+Glazing all the fissured surface like enamel smooth and fair;
+Melting all the red rock's substance till a foot-print of the bird,
+Plastic then, took form and hardened for a witness of the word.
+
+[Illustration: _Falls of Winnewissa._]
+
+Northward, just beyond the quarry, stands the famous "Leaping Rock,"
+With its proud head reared to heaven, with an air that seems to mock
+And to set at stern defiance, boastful braves who seek for fame,
+And from agile feats to gather for themselves an envied name.
+Hither came to try his daring, with brave heart to valor nerved,
+Hopefully a young Sioux chieftain, never from his purpose swerved,
+Came in all his youthful vigor, with his band of stalwart braves,
+From the land of the Dakotas; zealously his spirit craves
+To lead them all in bravery as he oft before has led,
+And the plumes of the war eagle proudly waving on his head,
+To wear in boastful triumph on the far-famed treacherous height,
+And in his tribe's traditions, thus his envied name to write.
+
+Fearlessly he stands a moment on the overhanging edge
+Of the nearest cliff's high summit, eyes the small and slippery ledge
+Just beyond the yawning chasm which his daring feet must leap;
+Stands there bold and free and fearless, taking inward at a sweep
+All the fearful odds and chances, the deep chasm he must cross--
+Calculates with hope of winning, never with a fear of loss.
+High above him arch the heavens; deep below him yawns the gulf;
+In his ears the cataract thunders, and before him stands the rough,
+Towering rock with air defiant, standing mocking, beckoning there.
+With a fixed resolve and purpose, he leaps upward in the air--
+Leaps, but not as he had counted, for his feet touch not the goal,
+But his body plunges downward, and the young Sioux warrior's soul,
+Rising upward through the ether, seeks the happy hunting ground
+Just as anxious friends and kindred gather hastily around,
+Dropping tears unto his memory and with slow and measured tread,
+Bear away the bold young chieftain, to the mansions of the dead.
+Fear the falls of Winnewissa sweetly wooing to repose
+With its murmurous plash of waters perfume-laden of the rose,
+'Neath the soil which once _his_ kindred claimed and lived in until we
+Rising eastward like a storm-cloud, swept the land from sea to sea.
+Sleepeth well the brave young warrior in this legend-hallowed ground,
+The long sleep that knows no waking till the common trump shall sound.
+Still the Indian camp-fires glimmer round the sacred quarry's edge,
+And the calumet, the peace-pipe, is to them a friendly pledge:
+And the doubting pale-face dwelling near the blood-red mystic stone,
+Feels around him peace and safety like Elijah's mantle thrown.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Long may Manitou, the mighty, the Great Spirit throned above,
+Smile upon his helpless children, fill their lives with peace and love;
+And at last, in the great council, at the bidding of his voice,
+May they meet to smoke the peace-pipe with the people of his choice.
+
+
+
+
+The Song of Hiawatha.
+
+
+THE PEACE-PIPE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+On the Mountains of the Prairie,[14]
+On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,[15]
+Gitche Manito, the mighty,
+He the Master of Life, descending,
+On the red crags of the quarry
+Stood erect, and called the nations,
+Called the tribes of men together.
+From his footprints flowed a river,
+Leaped into the light of morning,
+O'er the precipice plunging downward
+Gleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet.
+And the Spirit, stooping earthward,
+With his finger on the meadow
+Traced a winding pathway for it,
+Saying to it, "Run in this way!"
+  From the red stone of the quarry
+With his hand he broke a fragment,
+Molded it into a pipe-head,
+Shaped and fashioned it with figures;
+From the margin of the river
+Took a long reed for a pipe-stem,
+With its dark green leaves upon it;
+Filled the pipe with bark of willow,
+With the bark of the red willow;
+Breathed upon the neighboring forest,
+Made its great boughs chafe together,
+Till in flame they burst and kindled;
+And erect upon the mountains,
+Gitche Manito, the mighty,
+Smoked the calumet, the Peace-Pipe,
+As a signal to the nations.
+  And the smoke rose slowly, slowly,
+Through the tranquil air of morning,
+First a single line of darkness,
+Then a denser, bluer vapor,
+Then a snow-white cloud unfolding,
+Like the tree-tops of the forest,
+Ever rising, rising, rising,
+Till it touched the top of heaven,
+Till it broke against the heaven,
+And rolled outward all around it.
+  From the Vale of Tawasentha,
+From the Valley of Wyoming,[16]
+From the groves of Tuscaloosa,[17]
+From the far-off Rocky Mountains,
+From the Northern lakes and rivers
+All the tribes beheld the signal,
+Saw the distant smoke ascending,
+The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe.
+  And the Prophets of the nations
+Said: "Behold it, the Pukwana!
+By this signal from afar off,
+Bending like a wand of willow,
+Waving like a hand that beckons,
+Gitche Manito, the mighty,
+Calls the tribes of men together,
+Calls the warriors to his council!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+II.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
+By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
+Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,
+Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis
+Dark behind it rose the forest,
+Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees,
+Rose the firs with cones upon them;
+Bright before it beat the water,
+Beat the clear and sunny water,
+Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.
+There the wrinkled, old Nokomis
+Nursed the little Hiawatha,
+Rocked him in his linden cradle,
+Bedded soft in moss and rushes,
+Safely bound with reindeer sinews;
+Stilled his fretful wail by saying,
+"Hush! the Naked Bear will hear thee!"
+Lulled him into slumber, singing,
+"Ewa-yea! my little owlet!
+Who is this, that lights the wigwam?
+With his great eyes lights the wigwam?
+Ewa-yea! my little owlet!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Hiawatha's Wooing.
+
+
+  At the doorway of his wigwam
+Sat the ancient Arrow-maker,
+In the land of the Dacotas,
+Making arrow-heads of jasper,
+Arrow-heads of chalcedony.
+At his side, in all her beauty,
+Sat the lovely Minnehaha,
+Sat his daughter, Laughing Water,
+Plaiting mats of flags and rushes;
+Of the past the old man's thoughts were,
+And the maiden's of the future.
+  He was thinking, as he sat there,
+Of the days when with such arrows
+He had struck the deer and bison,
+On the Muskoday, the meadow;
+Shot the wild goose flying southward,
+On the wing, the clamorous Wawa;
+Thinking of the great war-parties,
+How they came to buy his arrows,
+Could not fight without his arrows.
+Ah, no more such noble warriors,
+Could be found on earth as they were!
+Now the men were all like women,
+Only used their tongues for weapons!
+  She was thinking of a hunter,
+From another tribe and country,
+Young and tall and very handsome,
+Who one morning, in the Spring-time,
+Came to buy her father's arrows,
+Sat and rested in the wigwam,
+Lingered long about the doorway,
+Looking back as he departed.
+She had heard her father praise him,
+Praise his courage and his wisdom;
+Would he come again for arrows
+To the Falls of Minnehaha?
+On the mat her hands lay idle,
+And her eyes were very dreamy.
+  Through their thoughts they heard a footstep,
+Heard a rustling in the branches,
+And with glowing cheek and forehead,
+With the deer upon his shoulders,
+Suddenly from out the woodlands
+Hiawatha stood before them.
+  Straight the ancient Arrow-maker
+Looked up gravely from his labor,
+Laid aside the unfinished arrow,
+Bade him enter at the doorway,
+Saying, as he rose to meet him,
+"Hiawatha, you are welcome!"
+  At the feet of Laughing Water
+Hiawatha laid his burden,
+Threw the red deer from his shoulders;
+And the maiden looked up at him,
+Looked up from her mat of rushes,
+Said with gentle look and accent,
+"You are welcome, Hiawatha!"
+  Very spacious was the wigwam,
+Made of deer-skin dressed and whitened,
+With the Gods of the Dakotas
+Drawn and painted on its curtains,
+And so tall the doorway, hardly
+Hiawatha stooped to enter,
+Hardly touched his eagle-feathers
+As he entered at the doorway.
+  Then uprose the Laughing Water,
+From the ground fair Minnehaha,
+Laid aside her mat unfinished,
+Brought forth food and set before them,
+Water brought them from the brooklet,
+Gave them food in earthen vessels,
+Gave them drink in bowls of bass-wood,
+Listened while the guest was speaking,
+Listened while her father answered,
+But not once her lips she opened,
+Not a single word she uttered.
+  Yes, as in a dream she listened
+To the words of Hiawatha,
+As he talked of old Nokomis,
+Who had nursed him in his childhood.
+As he told of his companions,
+Chibiabos, the musician,
+And the very strong man, Kwasind,
+And of happiness and plenty
+In the land of the Ojibways,
+In the pleasant land and peaceful.
+  "After many years of warfare,
+Many years of strife and bloodshed,
+There is peace between the Ojibways
+And the tribe of the Dakotas."
+Thus continued Hiawatha,
+And then added, speaking slowly,
+"That this peace may last forever,
+And our hands be clasped more closely,
+And our hearts be more united,
+Give me as my wife this maiden,
+Minnehaha, Laughing Water,
+Loveliest of Dakota women!"
+  And the ancient Arrow-maker
+Paused a moment ere he answered,
+Smoked a little while in silence,
+Looked at Hiawatha proudly,
+Fondly looked at Laughing Water,
+And made answer very gravely:
+"Yes, if Minnehaha wishes;
+Let your heart speak, Minnehaha!"
+  And the lovely Laughing Water
+Seemed more lovely, as she stood there,
+Neither willing nor reluctant,
+As she went to Hiawatha,
+Softly took the seat beside him,
+While she said, and blushed to say it,
+"I will follow you, my husband!"
+  This was Hiawatha's wooing!
+Thus it was he won the daughter
+Of the ancient Arrow-maker,
+In the land of the Dakotas!
+
+                HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.
+
+
+
+
+The River-Lake.
+
+
+After the cooling shower
+Soft is the twilight hour
+  On the river-lake.
+Sweetly the plaintive note
+Gushes from whippoorwill's throat,
+Gently, gently we float,
+  Light as a fine snow-flake,
+  Down the river-lake.
+The dripping oars at rest
+  Their murmurous music wake,
+And ripple o'er the breast
+  Of the peaceful river-lake.
+
+The lovely shadows fall
+Like a sin-outshutting wall
+  On the river-lake,
+Charming the hour and place.
+The holiness we trace
+In Nature's quiet grace
+  Makes sacred for her sake
+  All on the river-lake.
+O this is purest joy!
+  This it is that makes
+Me love the wide St. Croix,
+  The river-lake of lakes.
+
+                E. L. FALES.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Song of a Nadowessee Chief.
+
+
+See on his mat--as if of yore,
+  All life-like sits he here!
+With that same aspect which he wore
+  When light to him was dear.
+
+But where the right hand's strength? and where
+  The breath that loved to breathe,
+To the Great Spirit aloft in air,
+  The peace-pipe's lusty wreath?
+
+And where the hawk-like eye, alas!
+  That wont the deer pursue,
+Along the waves of rippling grass,
+  Or fields that shone with dew?
+
+Are these the limber, bounding feet
+  That swept the winter's snows?
+What stateliest stag so fast and fleet?
+  Their speed outstripped the roe's!
+
+These arms, that then the steady bow
+  Could supple from its pride,
+How stark and helpless hang they now
+  Adown the stiffened side!
+
+Yet weal to him--at peace he stays
+  Where never fall the snows;
+Where o'er the meadows springs the maize
+  That mortal never sows.
+
+Where birds are blithe on every brake--
+  Where forests teem with deer--
+Where glide the fish through every lake--
+  One chase from year to year!
+
+With spirits now he feasts above;
+  All left us--to revere
+The deeds we honor with our love,
+  The dust we bury here.
+
+Here bring the last gift! loud and shrill
+  Wail, death dirge for the brave!
+What pleased him most in life may still
+  Give pleasure in the grave.
+
+We lay the ax beneath his head
+  He swung when strength was strong--
+The bear on which his banquets fed--
+  The way from earth is long!
+
+And here, new sharped, place the knife
+  That severed from the clay,
+From which the ax had spoiled the life,
+  The conquered scalp away!
+
+The paints that deck the dead bestow--
+  Yes, place them in his hand--
+That red the kingly shade may glow
+  Amid the spirit-land.
+
+                SIR. E. L. BULWER.
+
+
+
+
+"Mahnusatia."
+
+
+A pine-girt lake, broad spread; a glimpse
+Of clear-rimmed bay, encroaching lusk
+Upon a lapse of rocky vale;
+Beyond, a brunt-browed mountain, set
+Abrupt against a weary waste
+Of level, sparse-grown forest plain.
+Vanguard of Order's birth on Earth's
+Primeval stage, sphynx-like, the mount
+From chaos burst upon a world
+Of sea in space. It kept its head
+To the sun; it pierced the dense of the mists;
+It gathered forces, one by one,
+Until the land by light was kissed.
+The waters slunk away to Lake
+Superior's bent, leaving a child
+At play, on a plateau's breast, content.
+Marking the march of time, the mount
+Grew grim and gray, while ages stored
+Their riches at its feet away:--
+Ore-of-iron riches deep stowed
+In vaults of rock, for creature king
+Of future age to fit the key
+Of genius in their ancient locks;
+Stowed wealth to bless a nation, whose
+Motto: "Onward! Light!" befits it
+For that mountain's home, which pierced through
+Inchoate night; stowed signet seal,
+With which to stamp that fair land's Queen
+Of States, whose crested monogram,
+With sheaves of wheat entwined, the North
+Star scintillates.
+
+                            Guarding the till
+Of treasure, mountain, grim and gray,
+Playing with wind and wave, child-lough
+And lazy bay--Archaic group
+Are they, whose quiet naught details
+Of primal epochs; yet, as face
+Of man with furrowed wrinkles marked
+And seared, suggests his past life's course,
+Their presence in itself reveals
+The trace of annals which their calm
+Conceals. So Mystery's seeds were sown.
+Even the simple Indian folk,--
+Naive indigene of primitive plain,--
+Beheld with minds to quickened thought
+Provoked, that single skyward height
+Break stark upon the main and called
+It "Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog."
+Because, they said, it was the breast
+Of Mother Earth, which there arose
+To succor spirit souls in quest
+Of joyous hunting-grounds, of which
+Their wise men tell. And not to them
+Alone has nature from this rare
+Scene appealed to fancy; for, when
+Old Father Time, from out his horn
+Of plenty, had poured the years full
+Generations high upon the one
+To which this legend runs, the white
+Man came, bearing a waving stick,
+His country's standard, into these
+Proemial haunts. The lake, wine-stained,
+He called "Vermilion," but the mount
+Which broke upon his vision from
+Under a chastened moon, he named,
+"Jasper," after glories promised
+To the kingdom of his own God.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The wild rice bent its fragile stalk
+Beneath a crown of ripened grain;
+The birch and oak and maple blazed
+The Autumn's glory forth, and set aflame
+With red and gold, the northland pines,
+Perennial green. The light wind's voice
+Was muffled in requiem, mournful, low,--
+A parting song to Summer, sad, soft,
+And measured slow. Timed to the chant
+Of death, but tuned to death's sweet hope--
+Joy-hope of sorrow born--fair birth,
+A freer life of fuller scope!
+The sinking sun set all ablush
+The bosom of the lake. Upon the edge
+Of twilight rode the specter moon--
+Swift pinioned bird of noiseless flight--
+And hung a halo far above
+Mount Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog.
+Along the shard-strewn shore, a band
+Of Chippeway braves had pitched their camp,
+To celebrate, with rites of their
+Medawe, the flooding season's
+Tide of full-grown grain. In and out
+Among the shadow-lengthened pines,
+Their dusky forms moved, one by one,
+To circle silently around
+The council fire. And when the tribe
+Were gathered all, the day was done;
+Its splendor shifted to the Queen
+Of Night, that, flushed with triumph, flung
+Adown the path of sky, beyond
+Mount Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog
+A bridge of golden gleams, to lose
+Themselves within the darkling depths
+Of Lake Vermilion's lifeless bay.
+
+Then Guteba, like Jacob's son,
+The favored one of twelve, arose.
+No warrior paint his tawny skin
+Bedecked, nor eagle plume, nor claw
+Of beast adorned his royal head--
+Base custom that of vulgar herd.
+He wore a girt of wampum, nor
+Need had he of other raiment;
+For form erect, and sinewy frame
+And kindling eye, bespoke the garb
+Of manhood.
+
+                Thus he addressed them:
+"From yonder window, framed in sky,
+Swings Ko-go-gau-pa-gon.
+The God of Life has placed it there.
+Down-hanging from the happy land,
+Where spirits go, it forms a bridge,
+O'er which all ransomed souls must cross.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+In fineness built, of beam of moon,
+It sinks and rolls, my children. But
+The light of foot and brave of heart
+Fear not. And one thing mark: before
+An Indian may touch sole upon
+Those gleaming strands of gold, he first
+Must navigate the bay, within
+Whose darkly deep and treacherous bounds
+The water, shamming, seems to sleep,
+But only lies, like cunning fox,
+To snare unwary passers-by
+And hold them from their homeward way.
+
+"The story is not new. It is
+Told with every year, as I do tell
+It now, when comes Medawe time;
+When all the earth was young in youth
+The mighty Water reigned thereon
+And breath of life was not. Then, here,
+Upon the wind was heard a voice
+In thunder tones, which said unto
+The Water, 'Kitchie Gumme, I
+Am Gezha Manitou--of Life
+The Master Spirit. Lo! I bid
+Thy waves recede. Here, leading up
+Past Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog
+Unto the Soul's Hereafter, I
+Have established Ke-wa-ku-na.
+Thy waters overleap my path
+So that my children cannot pass.
+Thou'st gone too far. Retreat to serve
+Within the spacious metes which I
+Have set for thee.' Because the waves
+Would not, Gezha Manitou hurled
+Them back upon each other, till
+They sank deeper and deeper and
+Deeper into perpetual sea.
+Time does not count backward beyond
+That struggle, but the water's voice
+Has ever since been dumb where it
+Took place; his arms have there refused
+The birch canoe to cradle, or
+The fish to succor. There, also
+He called the Matchie Manitou,
+The evil ones, to do his will.
+They slew the buffalo, until
+The rocks turned red with blood. They stole
+The souls of them who sought to pass
+The water grave; and man grew sad
+And heavy-hearted. Then the voice
+Of Gezha Manitou again
+Was heard in words of speech to say:
+'When winter snows, and springtime showers,
+And summer suns have rounded out
+The moon of ripened grain, light fires
+To mark the places where your dead
+Await my messengers to guide
+Them home. Of meat to eat provide
+Them none; but shape their arrows strong
+And true. My buffalo will herd
+Upon the water, and, along
+The shores, thy garnered stores of grass
+And grain must yield them food. Their horns
+Will golden glimmer on the night
+To make them easy prey for home
+Bound souls, and they shall not be harmed
+By Matchie Manitou. All clothed
+In serpent skin and sharpened tooth
+And poisoned tongue, my guides will come.
+Then, let the living wary be
+And go not near the tombs after
+The haze of dusk turns dark of night;
+For swift my heralds will approach
+Those ghostly haunts with sure demand
+For every soul that's found therein,
+Be it in body dead or quick.'
+
+"The month, the day, the hour is here,
+My children, when the dead may cross
+To Ke-wa-ku-na less the fear
+Of harm, and we have come to say
+The last farewell. Wacumic's tomb,
+Among the rest, awaits the torch.
+In council, he was the Wise Man;
+In war, the Brave Chief, and at home
+The Best Loved,--his forefathers famed
+For deeds of valor, virtue, and
+Wisdom far back as memory takes
+The trail. His name, interpreted
+'The waters ceased and earth began,'
+Denotes the time to which his line
+Of lineage runs. His spirit craves
+The promised land of happy hunt,
+And chase, and sweetly flowing streams.
+Our numbers are few, but our hearts
+Are strong. We are weak from the loss
+Of many battles, far from home;
+Our horizon is shadowed by the Sioux;
+Their echoing songs ring the woodlands
+Through. Is it wise for us to light
+The zenith of our skies, e'en tho'
+It be with flame of sacred fire?
+Wacumic was my father; you
+My children are. I have finished."
+Against the circle's center stake
+The chieftain placed his wing-trimmed stick--
+Most curious crozier, which gave
+Unto the thought of him, whose palm
+It touched a brilliant speaking tongue;
+Resumed his honored place the tribe
+Among.
+
+    Then stranger far, than track
+Of wayward bird, or swirling wind,
+Was Janishkisgan's forward course.
+A maid of plebeian birth, she did
+Not ask the leave of public speech--
+A right to woman not allowed--
+But from her people, where she sat,
+With meekness due, stepped out and grasped
+The staff Guteba had released,
+Thus arrogating to herself
+The right of oracle.
+
+                  She said:
+"I was thy dead chief's handmaid, Friends.
+Twelve months agone, I was with him
+Upon the battle-field alone.
+The Sioux were all around us; their
+Faces war-red painted; their cries
+Of vengeance filling all the air.
+He to his saddle caught me up.
+The Great Spirit strengthened his arm;
+The lightning whet his ax; the wind
+Speeded his pony's hoofs. Through walls
+Of human blood he cut our way,
+And on his tomb no single scalp
+The deed remarks, or notes the slain
+He left to whiten bones upon
+The plains. He saved my life. What can
+I better do with it than use
+It for him? Arrows ready make;
+Gather the grass and grain with which
+To feed the golden horns; prepare
+The fuel for the sacred fires
+And I will light and keep them bright
+Upon the tombs. From my lips
+Speaks Gezha Manitou. I have done."
+
+Upon the silence which her words
+Produced, the night-hawk's startling cry
+Succeeded, and, round and round, above
+Her head a milk-white falcon soared,
+Now sailing high, now skimming low,
+As if some mystic orison
+In exultation it performed.
+
+  Symbolic bird! Thy course no chance
+Directed. Talismanic art
+Thou held by this nomadic tribe:
+For, when the First Wacumic ruled
+The band, from all the hosts of field
+And feathery flock of heaven, thou wert
+Elected Totem. Favored One!
+Their fate forever linked to thine;
+Thy image crested on their shields;
+Thy every flight prophetic held!
+
+      Now, watch the trend of savage mind.
+Even Chief Guteba, who loved
+The Indian maid, knew that the bird
+A seal had put upon her, from which
+Her accomplished task alone would
+Freedom give; and drove his knife
+Into the thickness of his thigh
+Hilt deep, to ease his pain of heart
+That one so young, so fair and so
+Much loved withal, must need take thought
+Of courage.
+
+            The Great Medicine
+Confirmed the omen, in these words:
+"Daughter, thou art chosen: go forth.
+I give thee holy token, no
+Woman ever wore before. It is
+The medicine, which none but brave
+Of noble birth may wear. Though thou
+Art not of chieftain father bred,
+Still yet thou art born noble. Take,
+Janishkisgan, and to the top
+Of Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog.
+There let thine eye be keen, the path
+Of open safety to descry;--
+Use this plume of eagle plucked,
+To point to us the way. We will
+Prepare the arrows; grass and grain
+Arrange, and make the fuel ready for
+The flame upon the graves. When four
+And twenty hours have passed, light thou
+The fires upon the tombs, and keep
+Them brightly burning till the ripe
+Rich moon has emptied all its gold."
+
+  He hung the amulet about
+Her throat--the medicine, a bag
+Of dried, misshapen skin, that held
+The healing herbs--a homely guise
+That promised for them little worth;
+For, so are virtues ofttimes clothed.
+
+  She raised her eyes to heaven, as one
+Made free of fear and full of faith;
+Then moved away, while marveled all
+Who saw her glowing, peaceful face,
+Not knowing that her heart held court
+Within its inner self, as thus:
+"I thank thee, milk-white bird, that guides
+My path. E'en now Guteba's lips
+Are ripe to burst with love of me.
+I see it in his glance; I hear
+It in his tones. My heart doth not
+Respond. His presents are prepared
+With which to buy me from my sire;
+His wigwam waits his bride, but I
+Will never follow there. Thou hast
+Given me right, thou barbarous bird,
+To say him nay, who loves him not;
+For, where the handmaid must obey,
+The maid who lights the sacred fire
+And bears the medicine shall have
+Her equal say. And should my life
+Yield in my task, thou'rt kinder, Death,
+Than wandering heart from wigwam fire."
+
+  The Chippeway band to safety moved,
+Far toward the rising sun, and pitched
+Their camp anew; then hoped, less hope,
+For tidings of Janishkisgan,
+That never came.
+
+                Guteba's face
+The while was draped with care, his tongue
+With sadness locked. To muffled ears
+His wise men spake, when they implored
+Him, for his honor's sake, to take
+A wife--he being counted less
+Than man by Redskin code, who sits
+Within his teepee door, without
+The serving squaw and papoose squawk.
+
+  Meantime the Great White Bird, from out
+The North, came riding on the wind,
+Its wings o'er heaven spread, and shed
+Its down on hill and plain, the earth
+In snow deep lying. Fasted then
+Guteba long, and vowed unto
+Himself that, cold in death or rich
+In life, the maiden should be found;
+Across his shoulder flung his bow
+And arrow quiver; in his belt
+Placed tomahawk and battle-ax
+And lance; to westward sallied forth,
+Nor of his purpose spoke.
+
+  Three times the sun went round
+Its course and still he tarried from
+His home, while in the Chippeway camp
+Anxiety grew alarm at his
+Extended stay, and laggard seemed
+Each tiny fleeting moment to
+The last, until, when three times three
+The days had rolled into the past.
+A shout was heard, and sound of life
+And roll of drum and tramp of feet
+And happy, joyous song proclaimed
+The sachem's safe return.
+
+                        He came
+With flowing locks and steady step,
+And form erect, his people round
+About him flocking, wild with joy,
+And full of eager questions, put,
+Of where he'd been and what he'd seen;
+To which his only answer was:
+"Up Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog."
+As one possessed by purpose stern,
+He passed along, nor paused until
+The halt was made his wigwam door
+Before, where his aged mother stood
+To give him greeting. Something more
+Than sweetness beamed in welcome from
+His smile the while he took her hand
+In his and spoke that blessed name
+  Of "Mother."
+
+            Then, most sudden end
+Of joy!--into her outstretched arms
+He sank, as tho' he lent himself
+To gentle sleep, upon his lips
+The seal of Gezha Manitou;
+Else had they told the tale, the which
+To tell, had given him strength to bear
+A deep and mortal arrow wound
+A long march: How Janishkisgan
+Lingered from her father's tent
+To nurse the water Medicine Sioux,
+"Chief Minnepazuka" called, who, though
+For healing arts renowned, had down
+Been stricken with the plague upon
+The mountain top, his wisdom shorn
+Of power through lack of body strength
+With which to put it into use.
+The dead Chief's sense of justice craved
+The gift of further speech, to tell
+The facts that lead thereto as all
+Sufficient in themselves to plead
+Her pardon. How Janishkisgan
+Found the Sioux, near the jaws of death,
+And in her sympathy forgot
+That she a Chippeway was and he
+Of hostile stem. She took from him
+The secret he had wrested from
+The waves, and mixed a cure thereby
+With which his life she saved. She kept
+The fires burning, while waiting on
+His needs, nor gave him but the time
+That they required; yet both had learned
+A lesson, dear as life itself--
+Each to the other had taught it,
+And both had learned the same--learned to love
+With a love so holy, that they
+Must needs a union plan, in which
+There, too, should be united all
+Their severed bands. Guteba heard,
+With his own ears, the chieftain swear
+That he would bring from his far home,
+On western slopes, the richest gifts
+Of field and forest, to demand
+His bride from her own father's hand:
+And, with the rest, bring too, the white
+Winged dove of peace, nor claim from lips
+So passing sweet, one tiny kiss
+Without this all accomplished. Chief
+Guteba, hid in neighboring shrub,
+O'erheard these vows, with tomahawk
+Well aimed against the Sioux Chief's head;
+And, hanging on the words, felt all
+His being's manhood stir in plea
+For nobler action: fall down let
+The threatening blade, and, chief to chief,
+Challenged the Sioux to combat with
+The lance for Janishkisgan's hand;
+It being current practice, that
+He who victored in such a fray
+Was held a friend for aye, by all
+The vanquished chieftain's people. Hurt
+With fatal stab, the Chippeway Chief
+Had hastened home, to urge upon
+His tribe the well-earned peace, the which
+Minnepazuka's lance had won.
+
+  Inexplicable fate! That coined
+His lofty purpose and effort, staunch,
+Into the very ill, for whose
+Opposite good he sought; in death,
+Closed his lips, still undelivered
+Of their message, and left instead
+A gaping wound to cry, "Revenge!"
+
+  The tribe tore out their hair, and put
+The blackening pigment on, and sang
+Their grieving songs; athirst for blood,
+Unheeding danger, struck their tents
+And formed for march, in single file,
+Back, back in gloom, to silent tombs,
+Beside the dark, deep bay, below
+Mount Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog,
+There to lay their beloved chief's
+Remains.
+
+  And, there, Janishkisgan,
+Filled with the superstition of
+  Her kind, made pillow nightly on
+Her mother's grave, as well secure
+As tho' she slept within the wigwam.
+And there it was, one morning's dawn,
+The somber funeral cortege found
+Her. Most certain proof of innocence
+And guilelessness and conscience all
+At ease to rest upon a grave
+At night, was it considered. But thus
+To be, in calm repose, a smile
+Transcendent on the lips, as if
+Good spirits hovered near, almost
+Were past belief of seeing eye.
+So moved were they, who saw her there,
+They stole away in awesome hush
+Along a trackless trail, beneath
+A ledge of rugged rock. Above
+Their heads a bowlder's jutting edge
+Protruded, where, this early morn,
+Minnepazuka came to sing
+A song of love.
+
+  Alas! That she,
+Who dreamed of him, had dream so sweet,
+Her smile to him disastrous proved:
+For, in that northern wild, no spot
+So fit for ambush was as this
+Unbeaten, shrub-grown path of rock
+To which the Chippeways' impulse
+Led them; and none so ill-secure
+From ambuscading foe as this
+Same barren bowlder, upon whose
+O'erhanging height, the Sioux reclined.
+
+  His prelude, played on flageolet,
+In clear and clarion tones, broke through
+The still of dawn and fell on ears
+Of foes, who crept upon him, the while
+He softly sang:
+
+  "Oh, my Dove's Eye,
+Thou dear one, hearest thou not
+My voice? Thou lingerest far from me.
+I am the Water Medicine. Rocks
+Flow living streams if I but call.
+Thou sharest my secrets, wee one;
+Thou, too, hast quaffed of Immortal
+Waters. Why linger far from me?
+When the fever was upon me,
+Then wast thou near me, thou Sunbeam.
+Now, I am strong. To-morrow will
+I journey toward the setting sun.
+But I will come back again for thee.
+My people shall be thine, my own.
+Hearken to the voice of my song.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+My love is like the shining sun
+Upon the pure snow of the mount--
+It would blush upon thy cheek, but
+It would not destroy thee. Hear me,
+Gentle one; fear me not. Thou didst
+Not love the Chief Guteba. Thy
+Lips have confessed it to me, and
+My lance drank his heart dry. Now, thou
+Sleepest upon thy mother's tomb."
+
+  As like the lightning of the storm
+Forensic message on the walls
+Of heaven writes, to fill the earth
+With pause of tragic dread, so did
+Guteba's name, on alien tongue
+For one brief moment holden stay
+The stealthy steps that stole about
+The Sioux and closed escaping path
+Around him. And as thunder lends
+Unto the tempest's roar a voice
+More awful because of that but
+Momentary respite, so with
+The next succeeding breath, the air
+Was curdled with the Chippeway cry
+Of vengeance. Before the Sioux could
+Change within his grasp the place
+Of joyous flute for battle-ax
+He was surrounded by them and made
+                  Their royal captive.
+
+  In thongs bound
+Down and tortured, Janishkisgan
+Next beheld him. But love, like theirs,
+Which hath preserved itself through test
+In purity, knows not despair.
+Nor can it hush itself to ease
+If it can find the chance to act
+In the beloved one's behalf.
+So while the maid, well-honored guard
+Of sacred fires, passed freely round,
+From friend, to friend, with greetings kind,
+In measure full returned, her thoughts
+Were busy with the night.
+
+                                When all
+Was still beneath the stars, she left
+Her blanket couch, high-heaped on leaves,
+And let the prisoner free. Under
+An old oak tree they said farewell,
+Not without Minnepazuka's
+Protestations, who plead as thus:
+
+  "Oh, come with me, and be my bride;
+My home is on the prairies wide,
+Where West sweeps westward, in its pride,
+To mount the heights of mountain side;
+Where yellow glows the sunflower's gold,
+And earth rolls rich in mellow mold;
+Where cactus bloom and roses blush,
+And rivers sweep through greensward lush;
+Where deer and antelope and bear
+Abound as free as sunlit air;
+Where buffalo and cayote dwell
+And perch and trout the clear brook swell.
+Oh, come; oh, come, and live with me--
+To serve thee I shall happy be.
+I'll pluck thee bed of down of swan;
+Thy cares make light as foot of fawn;
+I'll build canoe of birch-wood bark
+To cradle thee, my Singing Lark.
+I'll rob the white bear for thy frock;
+I'll bring thee paint from red of rock;
+I'll note the honey-bee in its flight--
+Gather its sweets by bright moonlight.
+I'll coax the fishes from the wave;
+Thy slightest wish shall bind me slave;
+My arrow true its bow will fly
+To draw abundance from the sky;
+The heavens shall tremble at my voice
+And thy dear heart rejoice, rejoice.
+Oh, fly with me, these arms to bless;
+Rest, rest, my little love, on my breast."
+
+  "It cannot be, my beaming-eyed,
+Until our people are allied.
+My father's step is growing slow,
+No other child hath he. The snow
+Upon his head would pile did I
+But go with thee. I beg thee fly."
+
+  "No claim so binding is as love--
+Oh, come, oh, come, my nestling dove--
+Thy hands have set me free. And all
+The blame of my escape will fall
+On thee. Thy father will disown
+Thee; the children cruel will stone
+Thee, and----"
+
+  "And I will think of thee."
+
+  "Leave thee alone to bear such wrongs!
+Oh, no. Upon my wrists bind back
+The thongs. I will not freedom take.
+'Twere better far than price like this
+To perish at the stake. Bind back
+The thongs."
+
+  "Thou wouldst spare me pain? Then,
+Go. Each tiny, lapping flame of fire
+That fed its tongue on thee, would scorch
+The life-blood in my heart until
+Upon the funeral pyre, I'd throw
+My worthless self. I beg thee go."
+
+"Alas! Thy heart is cold to me."
+
+  "Nay, nay, not so; it all is thine.
+I give it in this kiss. 'Twill sing
+To thee from throat of bird; it will
+Echo on the wind; it will
+Caress thee from the dew;--'tis all
+I have; it is thine. Farewell."
+
+  "Gentle One, thou givest me life,
+To take it from me. Thou lily heart,
+Thou art my own, my other self:
+Thy god declares it unto thee,
+And mine to me."
+
+  "And over all
+Is the Great Spirit. Farewell."
+
+  "Thou wilt not go?"
+
+        "Farewell."
+
+              "Farewell."
+
+Sad fate, by human standard judged,
+The Indian maiden brought upon
+Herself. Given to eat with dogs,
+Clothed in rags, disgraced, driven from
+Her father's door, the power of love
+Sustained her. Magic Power, Great
+Architect, Superb Chemist Love!
+The heart that entertains thee
+Grows lofty in spirit gentleness,
+E'en tho' thou deignst to make it but
+Thy workshop. So Janishkisgan
+Knew thee. Fearing only to prove
+Unworthy of her august guest,
+She walked in the midst of scorn,
+Contempt, contumely, sneers and stern
+Displeasure, with that forbearance
+And kindly dignity, which re-won
+Her friends, despite themselves; so that
+At last they gave her pitying peace,
+And listened with their heart-strings tuned
+To life's better part, while she sang
+Her farewell song, each eve beneath
+The tree.
+
+            After a time the plague
+Broke out and lamentations rose
+On every hand. Old women made
+Their teas and plied their healing arts;
+The Great Medicine Men implored
+Gezha Manitou's aid, and all
+The vibrant air was resonant
+With invoking incantations.--
+Death marched on. Then Janishkisgan
+Bethought her of her lover's cure;
+Gathered the balsam root and mixed
+Therefrom the potent draught, as he
+Had taught her. Great Medicine
+It was, that brought the glow of health
+Into the faded, hollow cheeks,
+And all the people blessed the maid;
+Called her, "Mahnusatia," which means
+The balm that heals. Surrounded by
+The dread disease, she came and went
+Unscathed, as if by unseen hands
+Protected. Where her gentle tones
+Were heard or where her light step fell,
+It was as if an angel passed.--
+Wan faces smiled, and hearts felt hope,
+And trembling lips found voice to cry:
+"Mahnusatia! Mahnusatia!"
+
+Thus in love was she renamed.
+Reinstated and reintrenched
+Deeper then ever in hearts which
+Had once renounced her, still she lived
+As one apart. The seasons came
+And passed, and as they did, the tribe
+Changed camp, from place to place, with each
+Recurring Autumn to return
+To Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog;
+But "Mahnusatia" never left
+The silent village. There she kept
+Her vigil, night by night, under
+The old oak tree. Her form became
+Wasted; her eyes lustrous; her limbs
+Grew to tremble, but her voice was
+Sweeter, as on each even's breeze,
+In rain or shine, in storm or calm,
+Was heard her fond farewell. Her life's
+Last breath was spent in that farewell.
+Her body lay under the oak, whose
+Spreading branches caught up the sad
+Refrain, "Farewell, farewell," and gave
+It back again each eventide.
+
+  Her spirit lived in a thousand
+Tongues, for where the Chippeway saw
+The balsam tree, he turned his face
+Toward Wey-do-dosh-she-ma-de-nog,
+As Mahometan to Mecca, and
+Cried out in reverential tones,
+"Mahnusatia! Mahnusatia!"
+
+  It lives to-day, mere chance of fate,
+Perchance, a monument of fame,
+Than which nor time, nor nation, nor
+People have ever better built;
+A monument of State, that rears
+Its regal, star-crowned head above
+Its sisters', in the grandest, most
+Glorious Union, which the world
+Has ever known.
+
+  Yet who shall say,
+Who hath not infinite knowledge,
+It is but fortune's accident
+That honors such fidelity?
+Who, rather, shall not concede, that,
+Down the path of time, a fitness,
+
+[Illustration: THE RIVER LAKE.]
+
+Everlasting, perpetuates
+That sweet, sweet Indian name, which, in
+Nobler accents, English spoken,
+Echoes the wide, wide world around:
+"Minnesota! Minnesota!"
+
+                MRS. FANNIE L. STONE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Descending Star.
+
+(A CHIPPEWA LEGEND.)
+
+
+The Chieftain sat in his wigwam door
+  And smoked his evening pipe,
+While a crowd of Indian boys and girls,
+  Knowing his wisdom ripe,
+Were begging him to a story tell,
+  For votive offering brought,
+The tobacco loved by the aged sage;
+  So he told the tale they sought.
+
+"There was once a time when the world was filled
+  With a people happy," he said:
+"The crimson tide of war rolled not,
+  Nor against each other led,
+Each rival tribe their warriors brave:
+  For the nations were as one,
+The frightful scourge that has wasted us
+  Had, happily, not begun.
+
+"With game in plenty forest and plain
+  Abounded. None were in want
+And ghastly famine never touched
+  The tribes with its finger gaunt.
+
+[Illustration: CARVER'S CAVE.]
+
+At the bidding of man the beasts of the field
+  All meekly went and came;
+For they feared him not, nor reason had,
+  But all were harmless and tame.
+
+"Unending spring for winter's blasts
+  And chills gave never a place;
+Each tree and bush bowed low with fruit
+  So they needed not the chase.
+A carpet of flowers covered the earth,
+  While the air with their perfume
+Was laden. The songs of mated birds
+  Rose ever in sweetest tune.
+
+"The earth was indeed a paradise,
+  And man was worthy to live
+'Mong these delights in tranquil peace
+  That merit alone can give.
+The Indians--sole possession then--
+  Roamed here and there at will,
+O'er plains and lakes and wilderness--
+  Ah, that it were so still!
+
+"They numbered millions, as nature designed,
+  Enjoying her many gifts.
+The sports of the field were their delight;
+  Such life the soul uplifts.
+They watched the stars with loving gaze,
+  And thought that they must be
+The homes of the good, with the Great Spirit
+  In the heavens roaming free.
+
+"One night a star shone strangely bright,
+  Out-shining all the rest.
+At first they deemed it far away,
+  Its nearness never guessed.
+Then some declared they believed it stood
+  Just over the tree-tops tall.
+To solve the doubt a council of
+  The wisest men they call.
+
+"These went one night and found the star
+  Was something like a bird.
+It hovered just above the trees--
+  They feared, for they had heard
+From their forefathers that it might
+  A bloody war foretell,
+And over them a silent dread
+  Of some disaster fell.
+
+"One moon had waned--the mystery
+  No one could solve or tell
+If the omen of their heavenly guest
+  Foreboded ill or well:
+When a warrior had a wondrous dream,
+  A lovely maiden came
+And stood by his side--in sweetest tones,
+  She called him by his name.
+
+"'I love your beautiful lakes,' said she,
+  'Your mountains clothed in green,
+In yonder sky, shining above,
+  My sisters still are seen.
+But I have left them to come and live
+  Among your race, young brave:
+To find a suitable home for me
+  Go ask your sages grave.'
+
+"'And pray what form shall I assume
+  To be best loved by you?'
+The youth awoke and stepped from his lodge
+  The ominous star to view.
+It shone with undimmed luster where
+  It had stood for many a day:
+Yet he firmly believed it the visitor
+  His waking had driven away.
+
+"At early dawn the crier was sent
+  Around the camp to call
+The warriors at once to the Council Lodge,
+  And there before them all,
+The young brave told his dream so strange.
+  For love, they said, no doubt
+For love of man the star had come
+  And wandered thereabout.
+
+"To welcome her to earth next night
+  Five noble braves were sent.
+She took the pipe of peace, which herbs
+  A sweet aroma lent.
+Then with expanded wing she came
+  And hovered near their homes,
+Like one who wished to be at rest
+  But still unwilling roams.
+
+"In dreams she asked the youth again:
+  'Pray tell where I shall live,
+And what form now must I assume
+  To most enjoyment give?'
+He could not decide, so she was told
+  For herself 'twere best to choose.
+The tribe might through their ignorance
+  Her heavenly wisdom lose.
+
+"On the mountains first in the pure white rose
+  She dwelt; but all unseen
+By the tribe she loved: so next she went
+  To be the prairie's queen.
+She trembled with fear, with ceaseless dread,
+  At the hoof of the buffalo;
+For safety then a rocky cliff
+  She sought and glanced below.
+
+"'I know where I will live,' she said,
+  'Where glides the swift canoe
+Of the race I most admire, and where,
+  Dear children, always you
+My playmates can be. I will kiss your cheeks
+  As you slumber by the lake.
+Here with you all, my best beloved,
+  My home I will ever make.'
+
+"These words she spoke and alighted soon
+  On the water's limpid breast.
+Looked down at her image reflected there,
+  At last she was at rest.
+
+[Illustration: "THESE WORDS SHE SPAKE AND ALIGHTED SOON ON THE WATERS'
+LIMPID BREAST."]
+
+In the morning sun, as pure as heaven,
+  A thousand lilies basked;
+For Wah-be-gwan-nee, water lily,
+  The Indian children asked.
+
+"In the southern sky this bright star lived;
+  Her brethren can be seen
+Far off in the cold North, hunting the bear:
+  Meanwhile, with ardor keen,
+Her sisters watch from East and West,
+  And here, an exile lone,
+She sees her heavenly kindred fair
+  In the home that was her own.
+
+"My children, when the lilies pure
+  You pluck from the placid lake,
+Hold them toward heaven, their rightful home,
+  Abandoned for your sake.
+So they may be happy here on earth
+  As any sister star
+That, stationed in the summer sky,
+  Gleams brightly from afar."
+
+                IDA SEXTON SEARLS.
+
+
+
+
+The Trailing Arbutus.
+
+EPIGAEA REPENS.
+
+
+In the vast, primeval forest, unremembered moons ago,
+When the streams were dumb and palsied, all the earth was white with snow,
+When the eerie wind went chasing evil spirits through the wood,
+'Neath the gaunt and leafless tree-tops, an old Indian teepee stood.
+In it lived an old man only, with white locks and flowing beard,
+Clad in furs from head to foot-sole, like one to the north-land reared:
+
+Weakly his scant fire resisted the dread storm-fiend's icy breath,
+And its deep, portentous rumblings spoke of swift approaching death.
+Crouching there, "O Mannaboosho," cried he through the awful night,
+"Here behold me, thy brave warrior. I will conquer in thy might."
+Then the lodge door softly opened and in stepped a beauteous form
+Clad in ferns and sweet spring grasses. When she breathed, the air
+  grew warm.
+Large her eyes were, glowing brightly, as at night, the lustrous fawn's.
+Red her cheeks were like wild roses or bright carmine-tinted dawns.
+Long her hair and black as raven's, trailing o'er the frozen ground,
+And her hands with pussy-willows, like close-fitting gloves were bound.
+Fair wild-flowers crowned her tresses and her dainty little feet
+Were encased in two white lilies from the great lakes pure and sweet.
+
+Said the old man, "Ah, my daughter, I am glad to see you here.
+Though my lodge is cold and cheerless, it will shield you, never fear;
+But pray tell me, fearless maiden, how these icy blasts you dare
+To confront in such strange clothing? Will you not the secret share?
+I am old Kabibonokka, and my breath in ice congeals.
+When I shake my locks, the snow falls. All the earth my power feels.
+Hastily the birds fly southward and the squirrels safely hide."
+"Ah how strange!" replied the maiden. "I spread beauty far and wide.
+When I shake my raven tresses, soft, warm rain falls from the sky,
+All the birds come back a-building in the leafy tree-tops high."
+Thus they talked, but soon the teepee grew like summer, strangely warm,
+And the old man's head dropped listless o'er a soundly-sleeping form.
+High the sun rode in the heavens, and a bluebird, pert and trim,
+Called out, "Say-ee, I am thirsty;" and the rivers flowed for him.
+As the old man slept, the maiden passed her hand above his head,
+And he smaller grew and smaller, till, all mortal substance sped,
+But a mass of green leaves growing there remained upon the earth;
+And the fairy maiden stooping, with an air of quiet mirth,
+Took pink-tinted flowers and hid them all about beneath the leaves;
+And her sweet, fresh breath upon them, like a spell she softly breathes
+As she sings with clear, wild warblings, "of my graces, I give all;
+And who shall desire to pluck thee, on his bended knees shall fall."
+
+Then as onward moved the maiden, through the woods and o'er the plains,
+All the jocund birds sang to her, o'er her fell the spring-time rains,
+And the arbutus in beauty, 'neath her fairy footsteps sprung.
+Nowhere else in vale or woodland were the precious seedlets flung.
+Still Northern Minnesota, near the great unsalted sea,
+Trace we will the maiden's footsteps where these self-same blossoms be.
+
+                ADELAIDE GEORGE BENNET.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Nopa.
+
+
+In the shelter of the forest,
+  By the cataract's lonely brink,
+(Shadow Falls, we call them nowadays)
+  Where the red deer came to drink,
+Lived old Chaska and his daughter
+  Nopa, in their tepee small.
+Handsome was this dusky maiden,
+  Eyes like deer and form so tall.
+
+"Seche-do--bad man," said Chaska,
+  As the moccasin he laid down,
+Ready for the wampum finish;
+  Nopa's skill his work must crown.
+She had told him of an artist,
+  Sunny-haired with hand of snow,
+Whose canoe was fastened daily,
+  In the river just below.
+
+"Talk not to the treacherous white man,"
+  Chaska said, in tones of wrath,
+"Harken, daughter, to my warning;
+  Never must he cross my path!"
+But poor Nopa little heeded
+  Her old father's wise command;
+Watching close, each day and evening
+  For the footsteps in the sand.
+
+[Illustration: SHADOW FALLS.]
+
+Weeks have passed without his coming;
+  Weeks like years, so full of pain
+To the Indian maiden thinking,
+  "Will he never come again?"
+Surely now she hears his footsteps
+  Where the misty waters pour.
+Falling headlong down the chasm:
+  Nopa will return no more.
+
+Chaska hears her calling wildly;
+  Seeks to grasp the fleeing form
+Follows till the rushing waters,
+  Swollen with the autumn's storm,
+Cruel, cast his lifeless body
+  'Mong the rocks and caverns wild;
+Desolate, the lonely tepee
+  Waits the hunter and his child.
+
+Now, in autumn, when the aster
+  Nods its purple plumes in pride;
+When the black-eyed Susan coyly
+  'Neath the gorgeous sumach hides;
+And the golden-rod so stately,
+  To outshine all others tries;
+In the mist of early evening
+  Two dark forms are seen to rise.
+
+Chaska and his dusky daughter,
+  Shades from out the spirit-land,
+Flitting, falling, downward, downward,
+  Till they reach the shining sand.
+Vanish then beside the river,
+  Where her faithless lover's bark
+Once was moored. The waves, all lonely,
+  Lap the sands with shadows dark.
+
+                IDA SEXTON SEARLS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Sea-Gull.[18]
+
+A LEGEND OF LAKE SUPERIOR. OJIBWAY.
+
+_In the measure of Hiawatha._
+
+[The numerals refer to Notes to The Sea-Gull, in Appendix.]
+
+
+On the shore of Gitchee Gumee[19]--
+Deep, mysterious, mighty waters--
+Where the manitoes--the spirits--
+Ride the storms and speak in thunder,
+In the days of Neme-Shomis,[20]
+In the days that are forgotten,
+Dwelt a tall and tawny hunter--
+Gitchee Pez-ze-u--the Panther,
+Son of Waub-Ojeeg,[21] the warrior,
+Famous Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior.
+Strong was he and fleet as roebuck,
+Brave was he and very stealthy;
+On the deer crept like a panther;
+Grappled with Makwa,[22] the monster,
+Grappled with the bear and conquered;
+Took his black claws for a necklet,
+Took his black hide for a blanket.
+When the Panther wed the Sea-Gull,
+Young was he and very gladsome;
+Fair was she and full of laughter;
+Like the robin in the spring-time,
+Sang from sunrise till the sunset;
+For she loved the handsome hunter.
+Deep as Gitchee Gumee's waters
+Was her love--as broad and boundless;
+And the wedded twain were happy--
+Happy as the mated robins.
+When their first-born saw the sunlight
+Joyful was the heart of Panther,
+Proud and joyful was the mother,
+All the days were full of sunshine,
+All the nights were full of starlight.
+Nightly from the land of spirits
+On them smiled the starry faces--
+Faces of their friends departed.
+Little moccasins she made him,
+Feathered cap and belt of wampum
+From the hide of fawn a blanket,
+Fringed with feathers, soft as sable;
+Singing at her pleasant labor,
+By her side the tekenagun,[23]
+And the little hunter in it.
+Oft the Panther smiled and fondled,
+Smiled upon the babe and mother,
+Frolicked with the boy and fondled.
+Tall he grew and like his father,
+And they called the boy the Raven--
+Called him Kak-kah-ge--the Raven.
+Happy hunter was the Panther.
+From the woods he brought the pheasant,
+
+[Illustration: WELCOME ISLAND, THUNDER BAY.]
+
+Brought the red-deer and the rabbit,
+Brought the trout from Gitchee Gumee--
+Brought the mallard from the marshes--
+Royal feast for boy and mother:
+Brought the hides of fox and beaver,
+Brought the skins of mink and otter,
+Lured the loon and took his blanket,
+Took his blanket for the Raven.
+Winter swiftly followed winter,
+And again the tekenagun
+Held a babe--a tawny daughter,
+Held a dark-eyed, dimpled daughter;
+And they called her Waub-omee-mee--
+Thus they named her--the White-Pigeon.
+But as winter followed winter
+Cold and sullen grew the Panther;
+Sat and smoked his pipe in silence;
+When he spoke he spoke in anger;
+In the forest often tarried
+Many days, and homeward turning,
+Brought no game unto his wigwam;
+Only brought his empty quiver,
+Brought his dark and sullen visage.
+
+Sad at heart and very lonely
+Sat the Sea-Gull in the wigwam;
+Sat and swung the tekenagun
+Sat and sang to Waub-omee-mee:
+Thus she sang to Waub-omee-mee,
+Thus the lullaby she chanted:
+
+Wa-wa, wa-wa, wa-we-yea;
+Kah-ween, nee-zheka ke-diaus-ai,
+Ke-gah nau-wai, ne-me-go s'ween,
+Ne-baun, ne-baun, ne-daun-is ais,
+Wa-wa, wa-wa, wa-we-yea;
+Ne-baun, ne-baun, ne-daun-is-ais,
+E-we wa-wa, wa-we-yea,
+E-we wa-wa, wa-we-yea.
+
+TRANSLATION:
+
+Swing, swing, little one, lullaby;
+Thou'rt not left alone to weep;
+Mother cares for you--she is nigh;
+Sleep, my little one, sweetly sleep;
+Swing, swing, little one, lullaby;
+Mother watches you--she is nigh;
+Gently, gently, wee one, swing;
+Gently, gently, while I sing
+E-we wa-wa--lullaby,
+E-we wa-wa--lullaby.
+
+Homeward to his lodge returning
+Kindly greeting found the hunter,
+Fire to warm and food to nourish,
+Golden trout from Gitchee Gumee,
+Caught by Kah-kah-ge--the Raven.
+With a snare he caught the rabbit--
+Caught Wabose,[24] the furry-footed,
+Caught Penay,[24] the forest-drummer;
+Sometimes, with his bow and arrows,
+Shot the red-deer in the forest,
+Shot the squirrel in the pine-top,
+Shot Ne-ka, the wild-goose, flying.
+Proud as Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior,
+To the lodge he bore his trophies.
+So when homeward turned the Panther,
+Ever found he food provided,
+Found the lodge-fire brightly burning,
+Found the faithful Sea-Gull waiting,
+"You are cold," she said, "and famished;
+Here are fire and food, my husband."
+Not by word or look he answered;
+Only ate the food provided,
+Filled his pipe and pensive puffed it,
+Sat and smoked in sullen silence.
+Once--her dark eyes full of hunger--
+Thus she spoke and thus besought him:
+"Tell me, O my silent Panther,
+Tell me, O beloved husband,
+What has made you sad and sullen?
+Have you met some evil spirit--
+Met some goblin in the forest?
+Has he put a spell upon you--
+Filled your heart with bitter waters,
+That you sit so sad and sullen,
+Sit and smoke, but never answer,
+Only when the storm is on you?"
+
+Gruffly then the Panther answered:
+"Brave among the brave is Panther
+Son of Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior,
+And the brave are ever silent;
+But a whining dog is woman,
+Whining ever like a coward."
+Forth into the tangled forest,
+Threading through the thorny thickets,
+Treading trails on marsh and meadow,
+Sullen strode the moody hunter.
+Saw he not the bear or beaver,
+Saw he not the elk or roebuck;
+From his path the red-fawn scampered,
+But no arrow followed after;
+From his den the sly wolf listened,
+But no twang of bow-string heard he.
+Like one walking in his slumber,
+Listless, dreaming, walked the Panther;
+Surely had some witch bewitched him,
+Some bad spirit of the forest.
+
+When the Sea-Gull wed the Panther,
+Fair was she and full of laughter;
+Like the robin in the spring-time,
+Sang from sunrise till the sunset;
+But the storms of many winters
+Sifted frost upon her tresses,
+Seamed her tawny face with wrinkles,
+Not alone the storms of winters
+Seamed her tawny face with wrinkles.
+Twenty winters for the Panther
+Had she ruled the humble wigwam;
+For her haughty lord and master
+Borne the burdens on the journey,
+Gathered fagots for the lodge-fire,
+Tanned the skins of bear and beaver,
+Tanned the hides of moose and red-deer;
+Made him moccasins and leggins,
+Decked his hood with quills and feathers--
+Colored quills of Kaug,[25] the thorny,
+Feathers from Kenew,[25] the eagle.
+For a warrior brave was Panther;
+Often had he met the foemen,
+Met the bold and fierce Dakotas,
+Westward on the war-path met them;
+And the scalps he won were numbered,
+Numbered seven by Kenew-feathers.
+Sad at heart was Sea-Gull waiting,
+Watching, waiting in the wigwam;
+Not alone the storms of winters
+Sifted frost upon her tresses.
+
+Ka-be-bon-ik-ka, the mighty,[26]
+He that sends the cruel winter,
+He that turned to stone the Giant,
+From the distant Thunder-mountain,
+Far across broad Gitchee Gumee,
+Sent his warning of the winter,
+Sent the white frost and Kewaydin,[27]
+Sent the swift and hungry North-wind.
+Homeward to the South the Summer
+Turned and fled the naked forests.
+With the Summer flew the robin,
+Flew the bobolink and blue-bird.
+Flock-wise following chosen leaders,
+Like the shaftless heads of arrows
+Southward cleaving through the ether,
+Soon the wild-geese followed after.
+One long moon the Sea-Gull waited,
+Watched and waited for her husband,
+Till at last she heard his footsteps,
+Heard him coming through the thicket.
+Forth she went to meet her husband,
+Joyful went to greet her husband.
+Lo behind the haughty hunter,
+Closely following in his footsteps,
+Walked a young and handsome woman,
+Walked the Red Fox from the island--
+Gitchee Menis--the Grand Island--
+Followed him into the wigwam,
+Proudly took her seat beside him.
+On the Red Fox smiled the hunter,
+On the hunter smiled the woman.
+
+Old and wrinkled was the Sea-Gull,
+Good and true, but old and wrinkled.
+Twenty winters for the Panther
+Had she ruled the humble wigwam,
+Borne the burdens on the journey,
+Gathered fagots for the lodge-fire,
+Tanned the skins of bear and beaver,
+Tanned the hides of moose and red-deer,
+Made him moccasins and leggins,
+Decked his hood with quills and feathers,
+Colored quills of Kaug, the thorny,
+Feathers from the great war-eagle;
+Ever diligent and faithful,
+Ever patient, ne'er complaining.
+But like all brave men the Panther
+Loved a young and handsome woman;
+So he dallied with the danger,
+Dallied with the fair Algonkin,[28]
+Till a magic mead she gave him,
+Brewed of buds of birch and cedar,[29]
+Madly then he loved the woman;
+Then she ruled him, then she held him
+Tangled in her raven tresses,
+Tied and tangled in her tresses.
+Ah, the tall and tawny Panther!
+Ah, the brave and brawny Panther!
+Son of Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior!
+With a slender hair she led him,
+With a slender hair she drew him,
+Drew him often to her wigwam;
+There she bound him, there she held him
+Tangled in her raven tresses,
+Tied and tangled in her tresses.
+Ah, the best of men are tangled--
+Sometimes tangled in the tresses
+Of a fair and crafty woman.
+
+So the Panther wed the Red Fox,
+And she followed to his wigwam.
+Young again he seemed and gladsome,
+Glad as Raven when the father
+Made his first bow from the elm-tree,
+From the ash-tree made his arrows,
+Taught him how to aim his arrows,
+How to shoot Wabose--the rabbit.
+Then again the brawny hunter
+Brought the black bear and the beaver,
+Brought the haunch of elk and red-deer,
+Brought the rabbit and the pheasant--
+Choicest bits of all for Red Fox.
+For her robes he brought the sable,
+Brought the otter and the ermine,
+Brought the black-fox tipped with silver.
+
+But the Sea-Gull murmured never,
+Not a word she spoke in anger,
+Went about her work as ever,
+Tanned the skins of bear and beaver,
+Tanned the hides of moose and red-deer,
+Gathered fagots for the lodge fire,
+Gathered rushes from the marshes;
+Deftly into mats she wove them;
+Kept the lodge as bright as ever.
+Only to herself she murmured,
+All alone with Waub-omee-mee.
+On the tall and toppling highland,
+O'er the wilderness of waters;
+Murmured to the murmuring waters,
+Murmured to the Nebe-naw-baigs--
+To the spirits of the waters;
+On the wild waves poured her sorrow.
+Save the infant on her bosom
+With her dark eyes wide with wonder,
+None to hear her but the spirits,
+And the murmuring pines above her.
+Thus she cast away her burdens,
+Cast her burdens on the waters;
+Thus unto the good Great Spirit,
+Made her lowly lamentation:
+"Wahonowin!--Wahonowin![30]
+Gitchee Manito, bena-nin!
+Nah, Ba-ba showain nemeshin!
+Wahonowin!--Wahonowin!"
+
+Ka-be-bon-ik-ka,[26] the mighty,
+He that sends the cruel winter,
+From the distant Thunder-mountain
+On the shore of Gitchee Gumee,
+On the rugged northern border,
+Sent his solemn, final warning,
+Sent the white wolves of the Nor'land.[31]
+Like the dust of stars in ether--
+In the Pathway of the Spirits,[32]
+Like the sparkling dust of diamonds,
+Fell the frost upon the forest,
+On the mountains and the meadows,
+On the wilderness of woodland,
+On the wilderness of waters.
+All the lingering fowls departed--
+All that seek the South in winter,
+All but Shingebis, the diver;[33]
+He defies the Winter-maker,
+Sits and laughs at Winter-maker.
+
+Ka-be-bon-ik-ka, the mighty,
+From his wigwam called Kewaydin--
+From his home among the icebergs,
+From the sea of frozen waters,
+Called the swift and hungry North-wind,
+Then he spread his mighty pinions
+Over all the land and shook them.
+Like the white down of Waubese[34]
+Fell the feathery snow and covered
+All the marshes and the meadows,
+All the hill-tops and the highlands.
+Then old Peboean[35]--the winter--
+Laughed along the stormy waters,
+Danced upon the windy headlands,
+On the storm his white hair streaming,
+And his steaming breath, ascending,
+On the pine-tops and the cedars
+Fell in frosty mists of silver,
+Sprinkling spruce and fir with silver,
+Sprinkling all the woods with silver.
+
+By the lodge-fire all the winter
+Sat the Sea-Gull and the Red Fox,
+Sat and kindly spoke and chatted,
+Till the twain seemed friends together.
+Friends they seemed in word and action,
+But within the breast of either
+Smoldered still the baneful embers--
+Fires of jealousy and hatred--
+Like a camp-fire in the forest
+Left by hunters and deserted;
+Only seems a bed of ashes,
+But the East wind, Wabun-noodin,
+Scatters through the woods the ashes,
+Fans to flame the sleeping embers,
+And the wild-fire roars and rages,
+Roars and rages through the forest.
+So the baneful embers smoldered,
+Smoldered in the breast of either.
+
+From the far-off Sunny Islands,
+From the pleasant land of Summer,
+Where the spirits of the blessed
+Feel no more the fangs of hunger,
+Or the cold breath of Kewaydin,
+Came a stately youth and handsome,
+Came Segun,[36] the foe of Winter.
+Like the rising sun his face was,
+Like the shining stars his eyes were,
+Light his footsteps as the Morning's,
+In his hand were buds and blossoms,
+On his brow a blooming garland.
+Straightway to the icy wigwam
+Of old Peboean, the Winter,
+Strode Segun and quickly entered.
+There old Peboean sat and shivered,
+Shivered o'er his dying lodge-fire.
+
+"Ah, my son, I bid you welcome;
+Sit and tell me your adventures;
+I will tell you of my power;
+We will pass the night together."
+Thus spake Peboean--the Winter;
+Then he filled his pipe and lighted;
+Then by sacred custom raised it
+To the spirits in the ether;
+To the spirits in the caverns
+Of the hollow earth he lowered it.
+Thus he passed it to the spirits,
+And the unseen spirits puffed it.
+Next himself old Peboean honored;
+Thrice he puffed his pipe and passed it,
+Passed it to the handsome stranger.
+
+"Lo I blow my breath," said Winter,
+"And the laughing brooks are silent.
+Hard as flint become the waters,
+And the rabbit runs upon them."
+
+Then Segun, the fair youth, answered:
+"Lo, I breathe upon the hillsides,
+On the valleys and the meadows,
+And behold, as if by magic--
+By the magic of the spirits,
+Spring the flowers and tender grasses."
+
+Then old Peboean replying:
+"Nah![37] I breathe upon the forests,
+And the leaves fall sere and yellow;
+Then I shake my locks and snow falls,
+Covering all the naked landscape."
+
+Then Segun arose and answered:
+"_Nashke_![37]--see!--I shake my ringlets;
+On the earth the warm rain falleth,
+And the flowers look up like children
+Glad-eyed from their mother's bosom.
+Lo, my voice recalls the robin,
+Brings the bobolink and bluebird,
+And the woods are full of music.
+With my breath I melt their fetters,
+And the brooks leap laughing onward."
+
+Then old Peboean looked upon him,
+Looked and knew Segun, the Summer,
+From his eyes the big tears started
+And his boastful tongue was silent.
+Now Keezis--the great life-giver,
+From his wigwam in Waubu-nong[38]
+Rose and wrapped his shining blanket
+Round his giant form and started,
+Westward started on his journey,
+Striding on from hill to hill-top.
+Upward then he climbed the ether--
+On the Bridge of Stars[39] he traveled,
+Westward traveled on his journey
+To the far-off Sunset Mountains--
+To the gloomy land of shadows.
+
+On the lodge-poles sang the robin--
+And the brooks began to murmur.
+On the South-wind floated fragrance
+Of the early buds and blossoms.
+From old Peboean's eyes the tear-drops
+Down his pale face ran in streamlets;
+Less and less he grew in stature
+Till he melted down to nothing;
+And behold, from out the ashes,
+From the ashes of his lodge-fire,
+Sprang the Miscodeed[40] and, blushing,
+Welcomed Segun to the North-land.
+
+So from Sunny Isles returning,
+From the Summer-Land of spirits,
+On the poles of Panther's wigwam
+Sang Opee-chee--sang the robin.
+In the maples cooed the pigeons--
+Cooed and wooed like silly lovers.
+"Hah!--hah!" laughed the crow derisive,
+In the pine-top, at their folly--
+Laughed and jeered the silly lovers.
+Blind with love were they, and saw not;
+Deaf to all but love, and heard not;
+So they cooed and wooed unheeding,
+Till the gray hawk pounced upon them,
+And the old crow shook with laughter.
+
+On the tall cliff by the sea-shore
+Red Fox made a swing. She fastened
+Thongs of moose-hide to the pine-tree,
+To the strong arm of the pine-tree.
+Like a hawk, above the waters,
+There she swung herself and fluttered,
+Laughing at the thought of danger,
+Swung and fluttered o'er the waters.
+Then she bantered Sea-Gull, saying,
+"See!--I swing above the billows!
+Dare you swing above the billows--
+Swing like me above the billows?"
+
+To herself said Sea-Gull--"Surely
+I will dare whatever danger
+Dares the Red Fox--dares my rival;
+She shall never call me coward."
+So she swung above the waters--
+Dizzy height above the waters,
+Pushed and aided by her rival,
+To and fro with reckless daring,
+Till the strong tree rocked and trembled,
+Rocked and trembled with its burden.
+As above the yawning billows
+Flew the Sea-Gull like a whirlwind,
+Red Fox, swifter than red lightning,
+Cut the thongs, and headlong downward,
+Like an osprey from the ether,
+Like a wild-goose pierced with arrows,
+Fluttering fell the frantic woman,
+Fluttering fell into the waters--
+Plunged and sunk beneath the waters!
+Hark!--the wailing of the West-wind!
+Hark!--the wailing of the waters,
+And the beating of the billows!
+But no more the voice of Sea-Gull.
+
+In the wigwam sat the Red Fox,
+Hushed the wail of Waub-omee-mee,
+Weeping for her absent mother.
+With the twinkling stars the hunter
+From the forest came and Raven.
+"Sea-Gull wanders late," said Red Fox,
+"Late she wanders by the sea-shore,
+And some evil may befall her."
+In the misty morning twilight
+Forth went Panther and the Raven,
+Searched the forest and the marshes,
+Searched for leagues along the lake-shore,
+But they found no trace or tidings,
+Found no track in marsh or meadow,
+Found no trail in fen or forest,
+On the shore-sand found no footprints.
+Many days they sought and found not.
+Then to Panther spoke the Raven:
+"She is in the Land of Spirits--
+Surely in the Land of Spirits.
+High at midnight I beheld her--
+Like a flying star beheld her--
+To the waves of Gitchee Gumee
+Downward flashing through the ether
+Thus she flashed that I might see her,
+See and know my mother's spirit;
+Thus she pointed to the waters,
+And beneath them lies her body,
+In the wigwam of the spirits--
+In the lodge of Nebe-naw-baigs."[41]
+
+Then spoke Panther to the Raven:
+"On the tall cliff by the waters
+Wait and watch with Waub-omee-mee.
+If the Sea-Gull hear the wailing
+Of her infant she will answer."
+
+On the tall cliff by the waters
+So the Raven watched and waited;
+All the day he watched and waited,
+But the hungry infant slumbered,
+Slumbered by the side of Raven,
+Till the pines' gigantic shadows
+Stretched and pointed to Waubu-nong[38]--
+To the far-off land of Sunrise;
+Then the wee one woke and, famished,
+Made a long and piteous wailing.
+
+From afar where sky and waters
+Meet in misty haze and mingle,
+Straight toward the rocky highland,
+Straight as flies the feathered arrow,
+Straight to Raven and the infant,
+Swiftly flew a snow-white sea-gull--
+Flew and touched the earth a woman.
+And behold, the long-lost mother
+Caught her wailing child and nursed her.
+
+Thrice was wound a chain of silver
+Round her waist and strongly fastened.
+Far away into the waters--
+To the wigwam of the spirits--
+To the lodge of Nebe-naw-baigs--
+Stretched the magic chain of silver.
+Spoke the mother to the Raven:
+"O my son--my brave young hunter,
+Feed my tender little orphan;
+Be a father to my orphan;
+Be a mother to my orphan--
+For the crafty Red Fox robbed us--
+Robbed the Sea-Gull of her husband,
+Robbed the infant of her mother.
+From this cliff the treacherous woman
+Headlong into Gitchee Gumee
+Plunged the mother of my orphan.
+Then a Nebe-naw-baig caught me--
+Chief of all the Nebe-naw-baigs--
+Took me to his shining wigwam,
+In the cavern of the waters,
+Deep beneath the mighty waters.
+All below is burnished copper,
+All above is burnished silver
+Gemmed with amethyst and agates.
+As his wife the Spirit holds me;
+By this silver chain he holds me.
+
+"When my little one is famished,
+When with long and piteous wailing
+Cries the orphan for her mother,
+Hither bring her, O my Raven;
+I will hear her--I will answer.
+Now the Nebe-naw-baig calls me--
+Pulls the chain--I must obey him."
+Thus she spoke, and in the twinkling
+Of a star the spirit-woman
+Changed into a snow-white sea-gull,
+Spread her wings and o'er the waters
+Swiftly flew and swiftly vanished.
+
+Then in secret to the Panther
+Raven told his tale of wonder.
+Sad and sullen was the hunter;
+Sorrow gnawed his heart like hunger;
+All the old love came upon him,
+And the new love was a hatred.
+Hateful to his heart was Red Fox,
+But he kept from her the secret--
+Kept his knowledge of the murder.
+Vain was she and very haughty--
+Oge-ma-kwa[42] of the wigwam.
+All in vain her fond caresses
+On the Panther now she lavished;
+When she smiled his face was sullen,
+When she laughed he frowned upon her;
+In her net of raven tresses
+Now no more she held him tangled.
+Now through all her fair disguises
+Panther saw an evil spirit,
+Saw the false heart of the woman.
+
+On the tall cliff o'er the waters
+Raven sat with Waub-omee-mee,
+Sat and watched again and waited,
+Till the wee one, faint and famished,
+Made a long and piteous wailing.
+Then again the snow-white Sea-Gull,
+From afar where sky and waters
+Meet in misty haze and mingle,
+Straight toward the rocky highland,
+Straight as flies the feathered arrow,
+Straight to Raven and the infant,
+With the silver chain around her,
+Flew and touched the earth a woman.
+
+In her arms she caught her infant--
+Caught the wailing Waub-omee-mee,
+Sang a lullaby and nursed her.
+Sprang the Panther from the thicket--
+Sprang and broke the chain of silver!
+With his tomahawk he broke it.
+Thus he freed the willing Sea-Gull--
+From the Water-Spirit freed her,
+From the Chief of Nebe-naw-baigs.
+
+Very angry was the Spirit;
+When he drew the chain of silver,
+Drew and found that it was broken,
+Found that he had lost the woman,
+Very angry was the Spirit.
+Then he raged beneath the waters,
+Raged and smote the mighty waters,
+Till the big sea boiled and bubbled,
+Till the white-haired, bounding billows
+Roared around the rocky headlands,
+Rolled and roared upon the shingle.
+
+To the wigwam happy Panther,
+As when first he wooed and won her
+Led his wife--as young and handsome.
+For the waves of Gitchee Gumee
+Washed away the frost and wrinkles,
+And the spirits by their magic
+Made her young and fair forever.
+
+In the wigwam sat the Red Fox
+Sat and sang a song of triumph,
+For she little dreamed of danger,
+Till the haughty hunter entered,
+Followed by the happy mother,
+Holding in her arms her infant.
+
+When the Red Fox saw the Sea-Gull--
+Saw the dead a living woman,
+One wild cry she gave despairing,
+One wild cry as of a demon.
+Up she sprang and from the wigwam
+To the tall cliff flew in terror;
+Frantic sprang upon the margin,
+Frantic plunged into the waters,
+Headlong plunged into the waters.
+
+Dead she tossed upon the billows;
+For the Nebe-naw-baigs knew her,
+Knew the crafty, wicked woman,
+And they cast her from the waters,
+Spurned her from their shining wigwams;
+Far away upon the shingle
+With the roaring waves they cast her.
+There upon her bloated body
+Fed the cawing crows and ravens,
+Fed the hungry wolves and foxes.
+
+On the shore of Gitchee Gumee,
+Ever young and ever handsome,
+Long and happy lived the Sea-Gull,
+Long and happy with the Panther.
+Evermore the happy hunter
+Loved the mother of his children.
+Like a red star many winters
+Blazed their lodge-fire on the sea-shore.
+O'er the Bridge of Souls[43] together
+Walked the Sea-Gull and the Panther.
+To the far-off Sunny Islands--
+To the Summer-Land of Spirits,
+Sea-Gull journeyed with her husband--
+Where no more the happy hunter
+Feels the fangs of frost or famine,
+Or the keen blasts of Kewaydin,
+Where no pain or sorrow enters,
+And no crafty, wicked woman.
+There she rules his lodge forever,
+And the twain are very happy,
+On the far-off Sunny Islands,
+In the Summer-Land of Spirits.
+On the rocks of Gitchee Gumee--
+On the Pictured Rocks--the legend
+Long ago was traced and written,
+Pictured by the Water-Spirits;
+But the storms of many winters
+Have bedimmed the pictured story,
+So that none can read the legend
+But the Jossakeeds,[44] the prophets.
+
+
+
+
+Sweet Water.
+
+A LEGEND OF DAHKOTAH LAND.
+
+
+Within the forest, by a crystal spring
+Where I, a weary hunter, paused to fling
+My form at length upon the velvet bank,
+And from the cool, delicious water drank
+A draught so comforting it well might seem
+The fabled fount of Ponce de Leon's dream,
+I met an aged half-breed, on whose cheek
+The marks of seasons wild and winters bleak
+Were softened by the warm light from the west--
+Sunset--the last day-beauty, and the best!
+Beside the spring he sat and gazed and dreamed
+In melancholy silence, till it seemed
+His very soul was pouring from his eyes
+And melting in that mirror, where the skies
+Were glassed in all their purity, and where
+No ripple reached the surface from the fair
+White bosom of the palpitating sand,--
+A constant flowing breast o'er Nature's grand,
+Tender, never weary heart! 'Twas life
+Of her life which I quaffed; 'twas sweet, and rife
+With flavor from foundations of her hills:
+
+'Twas strong with her strength; throbbing with her thrills;
+Enriched with her untainted blood; a part
+Of that divinity which rules my heart!
+Thus when at last I drew my lips away,
+And in the quiet of the closing day
+Gave voice to my delight, the old man turned
+To meet my glance. His deep eyes lit and burned
+With growing brightness, and he softly said:
+"This spring is sacred for the holy dead;
+The spirit of Sweet Water lingers here;
+The powers of mystery and reverent fear
+And lovely death brood o'er this sleeping wave--
+A monument for one who had no grave."
+Forthwith he poured into my willing ear
+A tale so wondrous I must tell it here:
+
+One morning in the strawberry moon,
+Her heart with Nature's heart in tune
+A maid went forth to meet the sun.
+That wonderous alchemist of day
+With mystic pigments had begun
+To tint the dark with twilight gray;
+On mystic fans the breezy hills
+Bestirred the air with perfumed thrills,
+And mystic voices tried to tell
+What dewy benedictions fell
+Through all the silent hours of night.
+The bend of eastern sky grew light
+With mystic rays of silver-green,
+Soon vanished in a violet sheen;
+And this fair, mystic phantom flew
+Before a potent golden hue.
+The maiden idly wandered over
+Banks of moss and beds of clover,
+Pausing as she strolled along
+To hear the sweetest wildwood song,
+Or watch the butterfly whose flight
+From meadow bloom to forest flower
+Enticed her pleasure-searching sight
+With Nature's happiest power.
+She passed along a forest trail
+'Neath trees that thrilled with morning life;
+Above the song-birds' concert strife
+She heard the blithesome call of quail,
+The scornful cry of blue-jay dressed
+In splendid robes, with lordly crest.
+'Twas joy to see, 'twas joy to hear,
+'Twas joy to wander without fear.
+O lightsome heart! O peaceful breast!
+Where yet no passion brought unrest!
+Gayly she tripped, unconscious all
+That any danger might befall.
+But suddenly the song-birds fled
+From all the branches overhead.
+Then on her startled hearing rang
+The sharp and vengeful bow-string's twang
+A whizz--a yell--a writhing mass
+Fell on the path she thought to pass--
+A tawny panther from whose side
+An arrow drained the living tide.
+With shrinking eyes she saw the beast
+Rolling in agony, until
+At last the sensate struggles ceased,
+And all that mighty frame was still.
+While she was wondering whose keen sight
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So well had sped the arrow's flight,
+A tall young brave stepped from the wood
+And silently before her stood.
+He gazed enraptured on her face,
+Her womanly charms, her youthful grace;
+And when he spoke, it was to tell
+The flattering things that win so well.
+She saw that he was one who fought
+Against her father's tribe, but naught
+Availed that knowledge for defense
+Against his passionate eloquence,
+And ere they parted on that morn
+Within her breast young Love was born.
+They met again, and many times,
+As young hearts have in many climes.
+At last, upon a starry night,
+Unable longer to resist,
+She gave up all and took her flight
+And went with him where he might list.
+While they had lingered in their love,
+The stars had swiftly marched above--
+And thus it chanced that on their way
+They met the heralds of the day.
+Her lover led through forests dim,
+He brought her to the river bank;
+His light canoe, all tight and trim,
+He drew from grasses tall and rank.
+They pushed away; no time was lost,
+And soon the placid stream was crossed.
+Again they plunged among the trees.
+Although no doubt had power to seize
+Upon the maiden's heart, she feared
+And wondered that her brave appeared
+To lose his wonted care; she knew
+'Twas strange to leave their tried canoe,
+But went, unquestioning, and thought
+His deeds would bring her fears to naught.
+To her astonishment, he led
+Her from the forest's sheltering spread
+Into a small and star-lit glade,
+And, turning to her, softly bade
+Her fear not, for a warlike band
+Encompassed them on every hand.
+They were her lover's friends in arms,
+The war paint on their faces filled
+Her faithful breast with wild alarms,
+For she herself would fain be killed
+A thousand times than that her flight
+Should lead her own to death that night.
+She clasped his arm with trembling hand,
+And lifted to his bold black eyes
+A look he could but ill withstand--
+Love's first reproach, doubt's first surmise.
+From cold, white lips her question broke:
+"Why do we thus these warriors meet
+So near the lodges of my folk?
+Why do you thus their presence greet?"
+Before his tongue could make reply,
+A burly warrior, standing by,
+Strode forward, and, with murderous look,
+His tomahawk before her shook,
+And fiercely said: "I am Two Bear;
+Great chief am I! 'Tis sweet to tear
+The craven hearts and drink the blood
+Of Two Bear's foes; a big red flood
+Shall flow from coward Sioux, this morn
+Their scalps Ojibway spears adorn.
+Why have you kept us waiting here?
+Behold, the sun will soon appear,
+The hour is late, the good time flies,
+And vengeance still unsated cries!
+Come," growled the brute, and clutched her wrist,
+And gave it rough and cruel twist;
+"Come, lead us now, with noiseless creep,
+To where thy Sioux dogs lie in sleep."
+Like thunderbolt from storm-filled air,
+The young brave sprang upon Two Bear;
+With mighty grasp he whirled him 'round
+And threw him fiercely to the ground.
+"Dog thou," he cried; "and darest thou pain
+This beauty with thy paws again
+I'll kill thee, ponderous as thou art!"
+Black with the fury in his heart,
+The bully rose, and toward the young
+And fearless champion wildly flung
+His tomahawk, which, lightly dodged,
+Swung through the hissing air and lodged
+Deep in the nearest cottonwood.
+Brief were the moments while they stood
+And glared into each other's eyes.
+Then forward leaped, with fearful cries,
+And joined in combat, hand to hand.
+With whirlwind sweep their knives outflashed,
+And lightning followed when they clashed.
+The maiden stood in dumb surprise,
+All heedless of the warrior band;
+Too anxious for her lover's fate
+To think upon his present state,
+Or care what stir she might create.
+Sternly the conflict raged. At length,
+Although he fought with giant strength,
+The youthful brave was overpowered.
+He fell; a crushing knee was pressed
+Upon his form, his foeman towered
+A moment o'er him, then his breast
+Received the cruel, plunging knife.
+The crimson flood gushed forth; a thrill
+Of anguish swept his features o'er;
+The light departed; mortal strife
+Would stir the living pulse no more
+Within that ghastly form so still!
+Her lover's awful death awoke
+The maiden from her flight-born trance.
+She flashed around one fearful glance--
+The peril of her people broke
+Upon her mind; she must be brave,
+For she alone could hope to save.
+She saw with horror and alarm
+Two Bear approach herself to claim
+As prize for his victorious arm;
+His wicked face was all aflame.
+'Twas worse than death for her to stay,
+And she must warn those far away.
+No time was her's for useless grief.
+She turned, and like a storm-chased leaf,
+Fled swiftly toward the river bank.
+Alas! A dozen leaps were all.
+The murderous tomahawk was thrown
+And cleft her brain. With one low moan,
+Upon her green death-bed she sank.
+But simultaneous with her fall
+A wild Dahkotah war-whoop rang
+From out the forest, and a wall
+Of warriors rose on every hand.
+With common stroke their bow-strings' twang
+Sounded death to that fated band.
+The avengers closed upon their foe,
+And ere they ceased the conflict wild,
+Laid every feathered top-knot low;
+In heaps Ojibway braves were piled.
+When all the last red scalps were torn
+They turned to find the murdered maid.
+All in her tribe would rise and mourn
+When dead before them she was laid.
+But strange event! With wondering tone,
+Each asked of each where she had flown.
+In vain they searched. They found her not;
+But there, upon the very spot
+Where she had fallen, a fountain gushed
+Which never man had seen before.
+They gathered round with breathing hushed
+And gazed, and wondered more and more.
+While every grass-blade growing near
+Was red and matted thick with gore,
+The overflow was sweet and clear;
+The bosom of the bubbling spring
+Was spotless as a spirit's wing.
+With single voice they all proclaimed
+The magic spot a sacred place.
+The vanished girl was thenceforth named
+"Sweet Water," and to see her face
+Dahkotah hearts will journey here
+Till from the earth they disappear;
+And when they die, their souls shall know
+The secret of its crystal flow.
+
+[Illustration: ROCK GATEWAY, LAKE PEPIN.]
+
+
+
+
+Death of Winona.
+
+
+Down the broad _Ha-Ha Wak-pa_[45] the band took their way to the Games
+  at _Keoza_,
+While the swift-footed hunters by land ran the shores for the elk and
+  the bison.
+Like _magas_[46] ride the birchen canoes on the breast of the dark,
+  winding river,
+By the willow-fringed island they cruise, by the grassy hills green to
+  their summits;
+By the lofty bluffs hooded with oaks that darken the deep with their
+  shadows;
+And bright in the sun gleam the strokes of the oars in the hands of
+  the women.
+With the band went Winona. The oar plied the maid with the skill of a
+  hunter.
+They tarried a time on the shore of _Remnica_--the Lake of the
+  Mountains.[47]
+There the fleet hunters followed the deer, and the thorny _pahin_ for
+  the women.
+From the _tees_ rose the smoke of good cheer, curling blue through the
+  tops of the maples,
+Near the foot of a cliff that arose, like the battle-scarred walls of
+  a castle,
+Up-towering, in rugged repose, to a dizzy height over the waters.
+But the man-wolf still followed his prey, and the step-mother ruled in
+  the _teepee_;
+Her will must Winona obey, by the custom and law of Dakotas.
+The gifts to the _teepee_ were brought--the blankets and beads of the
+  White men,
+And Winona, the orphaned, was bought by the crafty, relentless Tamdoka.
+In the Spring-time of life, in the flush of the gladsome mid-May days
+  of Summer,
+When the bobolink sang and the thrush, and the red robin chirped in
+  the branches,
+To the tent of the brave must she go; she must kindle the fire in his
+  _teepee_;
+She must sit in the lodge of her foe, as a slave at the feet of her
+  master.
+Alas for her waiting! the wings of the East-wind have brought her no
+  tidings;
+On the meadow the meadow-lark sings, but sad is her song to Winona,
+For the glad warbler's melody brings but the memory of voices departed.
+The Day-Spirit walked in the west to his lodge in the land of the shadows;
+His shining face gleamed on the crest of the oak-hooded hills and the
+  mountains,
+And the meadow-lark hied to her nest, and the mottled owl peeped from
+  her cover.
+But hark! from the _teepees_ a cry! Hear the shouts of the hurrying
+  warriors!
+Are the feet of the enemy nigh,--of the crafty and cruel Ojibways?
+Nay; look!--on the dizzy cliff high--on the brink of the cliff stands
+  Winona!
+Her sad face up-turned to the sky. Hark! I hear the wild wail of her
+  death-song:
+
+"My Father's Spirit, look down, look down--
+From your hunting grounds in the shining skies;
+Behold, for the light of my heart is gone;
+The light is gone and Winona dies.
+
+"I looked to the East, but I saw no star;
+The face of my White Chief was turned away.
+I harked for his footsteps in vain; afar
+His bark sailed over the Sunrise-sea.
+
+"Long have I watched till my heart is cold;
+In my breast it is heavy and cold as a stone.
+No more shall Winona his face behold,
+And the robin that sang in her heart is gone.
+
+"Shall I sit at the feet of the treacherous brave?
+On his hateful couch shall Winona lie?
+Shall she kindle his fire like a coward slave?
+No!--a warrior's daughter can bravely die.
+
+"My Father's Spirit, look down, look down--
+From your hunting-grounds in the shining skies;
+Behold, for the light in my heart is gone;
+The light is gone and Winona dies."
+
+Swift the strong hunters climbed as she sang, and the foremost of all
+  was Tamdoka;
+From crag to crag upward he sprang; like a panther he leaped to the
+  summit.
+Too late!--on the brave as he crept turned the maid in her scorn and
+  defiance;
+Then swift from the dizzy height leaped. Like a brant arrow-pierced in
+  mid-heaven,
+Down whirling and fluttering she fell, and headlong plunged into the
+  waters.
+Forever she sank mid the wail, and the wild lamentation of women.
+Her lone spirit evermore dwells in the depths of the Lake of the
+  Mountains,
+And the lofty cliff evermore tells to the years as they pass her sad
+  story.[48]
+
+In the silence of sorrow the night o'er the earth spread her wide,
+  sable pinions;
+And the stars hid their faces; and light on the lake fell the tears of
+  the spirits.
+As her sad sisters watched on the shore for her spirit to rise from
+  the waters,
+They heard the swift dip of an oar, and a boat they beheld like a shadow,
+Gliding down through the night in the gray, gloaming mists on the face
+  of the waters.
+'Twas the bark of DuLuth on his way from the Falls to the Games at
+  _Keoza_.
+
+
+
+
+The Legend of the Moccasin Flower.
+
+
+Minneopa was a maiden
+  Fleet of foot and fond of sport,
+She, her mother's only daughter,
+  Cared not for the harsh report
+That she left the woman's labor
+  To her only parent, while
+With the hunt and ramble busied,
+  Oft she wandered many a mile.
+
+Scarce her cousins could excel her
+  In the bending of the bow,
+Though they were so tall and manly,
+  With them hunting she would go.
+She had shot the timid rabbit,
+  With her arrows swift and keen,
+Now she wished to slay the red-deer
+  As the hunters she had seen.
+
+Beautiful she was, and graceful,
+  Like the young fawn she pursued,
+Gayly decked with beads and wampum,
+  For her mother fond endured
+With great worth this only daughter;
+  As her sire a chief had been,
+E'en the boyish pranks and pastime
+  For her no reproof could win.
+
+Tiny moccasins, so dainty,
+  Well her little feet encased,
+And her long braids streamed behind her
+  As down woodland paths she raced.
+"I will go alone and find them,
+  Then the red-deer I will kill."
+So she went, for all she minded
+  Was her own caprice and will.
+
+Warm and smoky Indian summer
+  Lent the earth a russet glow,
+And the hazel nuts dropped softly
+  'Mong the rustling leaves below.
+Far she wandered, but no creature
+  Caught her ear or crossed her path,
+Save the blue-jay in the treetop
+  Screaming oft in seeming wrath.
+
+Suddenly she heard a roaring,
+  Crackling sound. In sickening dread
+Looked and saw the forest burning
+  With a lurid flame and red.
+Fast she flew; the flames spread faster,
+  Caught her in their fierce embrace;
+Minneopa, never, never,
+  Will you now the wild deer chase.
+
+Ashes gray and failing cinders
+  Made for her a lonely grave.
+But with springtime came the verdure,
+  And the kindly grasses waved;
+Peeping up came gorgeous blossoms,
+  Never seen on earth before,
+Shaped and colored like the moccasins
+  That the Indian maiden wore.
+
+Some there were of heavenly coloring,
+  Such as clouds at sunset wear,
+White and rosy; they were emblems
+  Of the new ones waiting where
+In the spirit land she wanders
+  With her father strong and brave;
+And the mother, when she saw them,
+  Knew they marked her daughter's grave.
+
+                IDA SEXTON SEARLS.
+
+
+THE END.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+NOTES.
+
+
+WINONA.
+
+[Footnote 1: The name given by the Dakotas to the first-born, if a
+female.]
+
+[Footnote 2: Tipi, skin tent.]
+
+[Footnote 3: An edible root found on the prairies.]
+
+[Footnote 4: The Crow Indians, hereditary foes of the Dakotas, call
+themselves Absaraka, which means crow in their language.]
+
+[Footnote 5: Each Indian guest at a banquet carries with him his own
+wooden bowl and spoon.]
+
+[Footnote 6: Many Indians believe in the transmigration of souls, and
+some of them profess to remember previous states of existence.]
+
+[Footnote 7: A renowned chief, formerly living on Lake Pepin.]
+
+[Footnote 8: A supernatural monster inhabiting the larger rivers and
+lakes, and hereditary foe of the Thunder Bird.]
+
+[Footnote 9: The Falls of St. Anthony.]
+
+[Footnote 10: The name given to a first-born, if a male. Upon becoming
+a warrior or performing some feat of arms, the youth is permitted to
+select another name.]
+
+[Footnote 11: Hereditary foe of the Dakotas.]
+
+[Footnote 12: The Dakotas formerly disposed of their dead by fastening
+them to the branches of trees or to rude platforms. This is still
+practiced to some extent.]
+
+[Footnote 13: The Indians paint and adorn a body before sepulture.]
+
+
+HIAWATHA.
+
+[Footnote 14: "On the mountains of the prairie." (Mt. Catlin, etc.)
+Located near the boundary between Minnesota and Dakota, near the head
+waters of the Mississippi.]
+
+[Footnote 15: This quarry, located near the hills or mountains, was
+very famous among the Indians, who by common consent had made the
+adjacent territory neutral ground. Here they came and provided
+themselves with pipes, very necessary to the Indian's happiness. To
+apply the stone to any other use than that of pipe-making would have
+been sacrilege in the native's mind. From similarity in color, they
+even fancied it to have been made, at the great deluge, from the flesh
+of the perishing Indian.]
+
+[Footnote 16: In Northern Pennsylvania, on the Susquehanna River, the
+scene of a terrible massacre by the Indians and Tories in 1778.
+Campbell wrote _Gertrude of Wyoming_ on the incidents of that July
+5th.]
+
+[Footnote 17: A section of Alabama, taking its name from the chief
+defeated by De Soto in 1540.]
+
+"The Falls of Minnehaha." (The Scenery about Fort Snelling, etc.)
+
+
+THE DESCENDING STAR.
+
+This legend is related by Kah-ge-ga-gah-bawh, chief of the Ojibway
+Nation, or Chippewas, in his "Traditional History of the Ojibway
+Nation" purporting to be the first volume of Indian history written by
+an Indian. In common with his forest brethren, he "was brought up in
+the woods." Twenty months passed in a school in Illinois constituted
+the sum-total of his schooling. But he had learned the traditions of
+his people, as was customary, from the lips of the chief, his father.
+
+Through the stilted language of this somewhat unlettered Indian we
+catch faint glimpses of the poetic beauty with which the tradition
+glowed when actually related at the wigwam door. An attempt has been
+made to retain and crystallize this poetic beauty in the preceding
+metrical version of the Indian legend.
+
+
+THE TRAILING ARBUTUS.
+
+A new version of the beautiful and popular legend of the first spring
+flower, making the visitant to the old man's lodge a maiden, and
+identifying the blossom as the trailing arbutus, was told by Hon. C.
+L. Belknap of Michigan before the Folk-Lore Society in Washington,
+Dec., 1891.
+
+
+THE SEA-GULL.
+
+[Footnote 18: _Kay-oshk_ is the Ojibway name for the sea-gull.]
+
+[Footnote 19: _Gitchee_--great,--_Gumee_--sea or lake,--Lake Superior
+also often called Ochipwe Gitchee Gumee, Great Lake (or sea) of the
+Ojibways.]
+
+[Footnote 20: _Ne-me-Shomis_--my grandfather. "In the days of my
+grandfather" is the Ojibway's preface to all his traditions and
+legends.]
+
+[Footnote 21: _Waub_--white--_O-jeeg_--fisher (a furred animal). White
+Fisher was the name of a noted Ojibway chief who lived on the south
+shore of Lake Superior many years ago. Schoolcraft married one of his
+descendants.]
+
+[Footnote 22: _Ma-kwa_ or _mush-kwa_--the bear.]
+
+[Footnote 23: The _Te-ke-nah-gun_ is a board upon one side of which a
+sort of basket is fastened or woven with thongs of skin or strips of
+cloth. In this the babe is placed and the mother carries it on her
+back. In the wigwam the _tekenagun_ is often suspended by a cord to
+the lodge-poles and the mother swings her babe in it.]
+
+[Footnote 24: _Wabose_ (or _Wabos_)--the rabbit. _Penay_, the
+pheasant. At certain seasons the pheasant drums with his wings.]
+
+[Footnote 25: _Kaug_, the porcupine. _Kenew_, the war-eagle.]
+
+[Footnote 26: _Ka-be-bon-ik-ka_ is the god of storms, thunder,
+lightning, etc. His home is on Thunder-Cap at Thunder-Bay, Lake
+Superior. By his magic the giant that lies on the mountain was turned
+to stone. He always sends warnings before he finally sends the severe
+cold of winter, in order to give all creatures time to prepare for
+it.]
+
+[Footnote 27: _Kewaydin_, or _Kewaytin_, is the North wind or
+Northwest wind.]
+
+[Footnote 28: _Algonkin_ is the general name applied to all tribes
+that speak the Ojibway language or dialects of it.]
+
+[Footnote 29: This is the favorite "love-broth" of the Ojibway squaws.
+The warrior who drinks it immediately falls desperately in love with
+the woman who gives it to him. Various tricks are devised to conceal
+the nature of the "medicine" and to induce the warrior to drink it;
+but when it is mixed with a liberal quantity of "fire-water" it is
+considered irresistible.]
+
+[Footnote 30:
+
+Translation: Woe-is-me! Woe-is-me!
+             Great Spirit, behold me!
+             Look, Father; have pity upon me!
+             Woe-is-me! Woe-is-me!
+
+]
+
+[Footnote 31: Snow-storms from the Northwest.]
+
+[Footnote 32: The Ojibways, like the Dakotas, call the Via Lactea
+(Milky Way) the Pathway of the Spirits.]
+
+[Footnote 33: Shinge-bis, the diver, is the only water-fowl that
+remains about Lake Superior all winter.]
+
+[Footnote 34: Waub-ese--the white swan.]
+
+[Footnote 35: _Pe-boan_, Winter, is represented as an old man with
+long white hair and beard.]
+
+[Footnote 36: _Segun_ is Spring (or Summer). This beautiful allegory
+has been "done into verse" by Longfellow in _Hiawatha_. Longfellow
+evidently took his version from Schoolcraft. I took mine originally
+from the lips of _Pah-go-nay-gie-shiek_--"Hole-in-the-day,"--(the
+elder), in his day head-chief of the Ojibways. I afterward submitted
+it to _Gitche Shabash-Konk_, head-chief of the _Misse-sah-ga-e-gun_
+--(Mille Lac's band of Ojibways), who pronounced it correct.
+
+"Hole-in-the-day," although sanctioned by years of unchallenged use,
+is a bad translation of _Pah-go-nay-gie-shiek_, which means a _clear
+spot in the sky_.
+
+He was a very intelligent man; had been in Washington several times on
+business connected with his people, and was always shrewd enough to
+look out for himself in all his treaties and transactions with the
+Government. He stood six feet two inches in his moccasins, was
+well-proportioned, and had a remarkably fine face. He had a nickname--
+_Que-we-zanc_ (Little Boy)--by which he was familiarly called by his
+people.
+
+The Pillagers--_Nah-kand-tway-we-nin-ni-wak_--who live about Leech
+Lake (_Kah-sah-gah-squah-g-me-cock_) were opposed to
+_Pa-go-nay-gie-shiek_, but he compelled them through fear to recognize
+him as Head-Chief. At the time of the "Sioux outbreak" in 1862
+"Hole-in-the-day" for a time apparently meditated an alliance with the
+Po-ah-nuck (Dakotas) and war upon the whites. The Pillagers and some
+other bands urged him strongly to this course, and his supremacy as
+head-chief was threatened unless he complied. Messengers from the
+Dakotas were undoubtedly received by him, and he, for a time at least,
+led the Dakotas to believe that their hereditary enemies, the
+Ojibways, would bury the hatchet and join them in a war of
+extermination against the whites. "Hole-in-the-day," with a band of
+his warriors, appeared opposite Fort Ripley (situated on the west bank
+of the Mississippi River between Little Falls and Crow Wing), and
+assumed a threatening attitude toward the fort, then garrisoned by
+volunteer troops. The soldiers were drawn up on the right bank and
+"Hole-in-the-day" and his warriors on the left. A little speech-making
+settled the matter for the time being and very soon thereafter a new
+treaty was made with "Hole-in-the-day" and his head men, by which
+their friendship and allegiance were secured to the whites. It was
+claimed by the Pillagers that "Hole-in-the-day" seized the occasion to
+profit personally in his negotiations with the agents of the
+Government.
+
+In 1867 "Hole-in-the-day" took "another wife." He married Helen
+McCarty, a white woman, in Washington, D. C., and took her to his home
+at Gull Lake (_Ka-ga-ya-skunc-cock_) literally, _plenty of little
+gulls_.
+
+She bore him a son who is known as Joseph H. Woodbury, and now (1891)
+resides in the city of Minneapolis. His marriage with a white woman
+increased the hatred of the Pillagers, and they shot him from ambush
+and killed him near _Ninge-ta-we-de-gua-yonk_--Crow Wing--on the 27th
+day of June, 1868.
+
+At the time of his death, "Hole-in-the-day" was only thirty-seven
+years old, but had been recognized as Head-Chief for a long time. He
+could speak some English, and was far above the average of white men
+in native shrewdness and intelligence. He was thoroughly posted in the
+traditions and legends of his people.
+
+The Ojibways have for many years been cursed by contact with the worst
+elements of the whites, and seem to have adopted the vices rather than
+the virtues of civilization. I once spoke of this to
+"Hole-in-the-day." His reply was terse and truthful--"_Madge
+tche-mo-ko-mon, madge a-nische-nabe: menoge tche-mo-ko-mon, meno
+a-nische-nabe._--Bad white men, bad Indians: good white men, good
+Indians."]
+
+[Footnote 37: _Nah_--look, see. _Nashke_--behold.]
+
+[Footnote 38: _Kee-zis_--the sun,--the father of life. _Waubunong_--or
+_Waub-o-nong_--is the White Land or Land of Light,--the Sunrise, the
+East.]
+
+[Footnote 39: The Bridge of Stars spans the vast sea of the skies, and
+the sun and moon walk over on it.]
+
+[Footnote 40: The _Miscodeed_ is a small white flower with a pink
+border. It is the earliest blooming wild flower on the shores of Lake
+Superior, and belongs to the crocus family.]
+
+[Footnote 41: The _Ne-be-naw-baigs_, are Water-spirits; they dwell in
+caverns in the depths of the lake, and in some respects resemble the
+_Unktehee_ of the Dakotas.]
+
+[Footnote 42: _Ogema_, Chief,--_Oge-ma-kwa_--female Chief. Among the
+Algonkin tribes women are sometimes made chiefs. _Net-no-kwa_, who
+adopted Tanner as her son, was _Oge-ma-kwa_ of a band of Ottawas. See
+_John Tanner's Narrative_, p. 36.]
+
+[Footnote 43: The "Bridge of Souls" leads from the earth over dark and
+stormy waters to the spirit-land. The "Dark River" seems to have been
+a part of the superstitions of all nations.]
+
+[Footnote 44: The _Jossakeeds_ of the Ojibways are soothsayers who are
+able, by the aid of spirits, to read the past as well as the future.]
+
+
+DEATH OF WINONA.
+
+Mr. Gordon has taken for his theme the love of the beautiful maiden
+Winona for Du Luth the explorer. He leaves her to continue his
+travels, and she, driven to desperation at the thought of marriage
+with Tauedoka, whom she loathes, takes her life.
+
+[Footnote 45: The Dakota name for the Mississippi.]
+
+[Footnote 46: Wild geese.]
+
+[Footnote 47: Lake Pepin: by Hennepin called the Lake of
+Tears.--Called by the Dakotas Pem-uee-chah-mday--Lake of the
+Mountain.]
+
+[Footnote 48: The rock from which Winona leaped was formerly
+perpendicular to the water's edge and she leaped into the lake. The
+rock to-day is crumbled and the waters have receded to some distance
+from the rock. Winona's spirit is said to still haunt the lake.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber's Notes
+
+Original variations in spelling, grammar, punctuation, diacritical
+marks, and hyphenation have been retained, except for the following
+changes:
+
+Page 5: CONTENTS: Changed some titles slightly to match the poem
+titles.
+
+Page 48: relf-reliant changed to self-reliant
+  (Fearless and relf-reliant, she could go)
+
+Page 91: Period changed to comma after warriors
+  (Ah, no more such noble warriors.
+   Could be found on earth as they were!)
+
+Page 130: Illustration caption changed from LIMPED to LIMPID
+  ("... AND ALIGHTED SOON ON THE WATERS' LIMPED BREAST.")
+
+Page 149: whie changed to white
+  (Like the whie down of Waubese)
+
+Page 171: No footnote reference for pahin, so footnote anchor removed.
+  (There the fleet hunters followed the deer, and the thorny _pahin_
+   for the women.)
+
+Pages 179-184: Notes renumbered sequentially.
+
+Page 182: "Hold-in-the-day" changed to "Hole-in-the-day"
+  ("Sioux outbreak" in 1862 "Hold-in-the-day" for a time)
+
+Page 184: WINONA changed to DEATH OF WINONA to match poem title.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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