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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK, THE LEGENDS OF SAN FRANCISCO ***
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+Legends of San Francisco
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+Other Books by the Same Author:
+
+Legends of Southern California.
+Oriental Rambles.
+Rainbow Stories.
+The Wizzywab.
+
+
+
+Legends of San Francisco
+
+
+
+By
+George W. Caldwell, M. D.
+
+
+
+Dedication.
+
+
+
+My San Francisco on her seven hills is smiling,
+   Beside an opalescent sunset sea;
+There is a magic in her bracing air beguiling,
+   Yet filling all with tireless energy.
+The tingling tang of open sea the breeze is giving;
+   The fog rolls in and drives heat languors out,
+And thrills her loyal subjects with the joy of living,
+   And puts the love of idleness to rout.
+
+When in the valleys, fervent summer heat oppresses,
+   And gives no, respite night or day,
+There is a City that the cooling fog caresses,
+   Upon the breezy San Francisco Bay.
+When winter rains and sun have wrought in fragrant flowers
+   A multicolored carpet on the land,
+A charm is in her circling hills and redwood bowers
+   That only those who see can understand.
+
+She has a mystic charm in all the changing seasons -
+   A lure that brings the stranger to her door,
+And in these pages I will give the Indian's reasons
+   For charms and lures, never told before.
+The legends of the hills, the fog, the gulls, the waters
+   Idealize the beautiful and true;
+Allow me, therefore, California's Native Daughters,
+   To dedicate this book of verse to you.
+
+
+
+Contents.
+
+
+
+The Maid of Tamalpais
+The Twin Guardians of the Golden Gate
+The Sea Gulls
+The Islands of the Bay
+The Lake of Merita
+
+
+
+The Maid of Tamalpais.
+
+
+
+This she told me in the firelight
+As I sat beside her campfire,
+In a grove of giant redwoods,
+On the slope of Tamalpais.
+
+Old she was, and bent and wrinkled,
+Lone survivor of the Tamals,
+Ancient tribe of Indian people,
+Who have left their name and legend
+On the mountain they held sacred.
+On the ground she sat and brooded,
+With a blanket wrapped around her -
+Sat and gazed into the campfire.
+On her bronze and furrowed features,
+On her hair of snowy whiteness,
+Played the shadows and the firelight.
+Long she gazed into the embers,
+And I feared I had offended
+In the question I had asked her.
+Then she spoke in measured accents,
+Slowly, with a mournful cadence,
+And long intervals of silence.
+
+"You have asked me why my people
+Will not climb Mount Tamalpais -
+Why we hold the mountain sacred.
+I am old, and when the Raven
+Calls my spirit to the Father,
+None will know the ancient story,
+Sacred legend of the Tamals.
+Therefore, I will tell the story,
+I will tell and you shall write it,
+Else it will be lost forever;
+I will tell it that the paleface
+May respect our sacred mountain."
+
+"In the morning of creation
+All the world was covered over
+With the flood of troubled waters.
+Only Beaver and the Turtle
+Swam about upon the surface.
+Beaver said, 'I'm very weary.'
+Turtle said, 'Dive to the bottom.'
+Beaver dove and brought up gravel,
+Laid it on the back of Turtle;
+Dove again and brought a pebble,
+Then another and another.
+Pebbles grew to rocks and boulders,
+As a peak above the waters -
+Thus was Mount Diablo fashioned.
+
+Beaver sat upon the mountain,
+Gazing out across the waters;
+Saw a single feather floating;
+Feather grew into an Eagle;
+Eagle flew and sat by Beaver.
+Long they talked about creation,
+Counseled, planned, and reconsidered,
+Then they moulded clay with tules;
+Beaver placed his hair upon it,
+Eagle breathed into its nostrils
+Thus Coyote was created.
+Coyote barked and sat beside them.
+Many creatures were created;
+Some with hair, and some with feathers;
+Some with scales, or shells, or bristles.
+
+Other peaks and mountain ridges
+Then appeared above the waters.
+Walls of hills were then continued
+North and south, to hold the waters
+In a mammoth lake, that, filling
+All the Sacramento Valley,
+Found its outlet to the ocean
+Through the Russian River Canyon.
+Round the lake the blazing mountains
+Spouted lava and hot ashes;
+Casting on the troubled waters
+Lurid gleams and purple shadows.
+
+By the lake Coyote wandered -
+Sat and howled, for he was lonely,
+Lonely for a Man to tame him
+Into Dog as a companion.
+Then Coyote mixed dry tules
+With wet clay and made a figure.
+Sun God came and shone upon it;
+Spirit came and blew upon it,
+And a Man was thus created.
+Sun God made the Moon to guard him,
+And she stood before his tepee,
+Watching while the Sun was sleeping;
+But she loved the Sun and followed
+Him into the starry heavens,
+Always with her face turned to him.
+Still she watched the lonely tepee,
+And her heart was touched with pity
+For the lonely man within it,
+So she made a lovely woman,
+Gave her constancy, and sent her
+On a moonbeam to his tepee,
+As his helpmate and companion.
+Man then multiplied, and flourished,
+Building villages and lording
+Over all the other creatures.
+
+On the sunny eastern margin
+Of the Bay of San Francisco,
+Grew the village of the Tamals;
+Fisher folk they were, and gentle,
+Seeking not for wars of conquest;
+Fishing in the purple waters
+From their boats of bark or rawhide;
+Wading in the limpid shallows
+Seeking oysters, clams and mussels.
+In the course of generations
+Piles of shells of many banquets,
+With the ashes of their campfires,
+Formed a mound upon the bay shore.
+Shell Mound Park, the people call it,
+And they gather in the shadows
+Of the ancient oaks for pleasure,
+Roasting clams as in the old days
+When the Tamals lived upon it.
+Gone are now the limpid shallows;
+Gone the oysters and the mussels,
+And no more are grassy meadows
+Dappled with the spreading oak trees;
+For great factories, grim and sordid,
+Sprawl in squalid blocks around it,
+And the smoke of forge and furnace
+Rise from stacks into the heavens.
+
+Paleface men with concave glasses,
+Learned in lore of printed pages,
+Dig into the mounds and gather
+Spear and arrow heads and axes,
+Broken weapons and utensils
+Made of flint, or bone, or seashell.
+
+To the northward, where great boulders
+Lie in tumbled piles and masses,
+And a Thousand Oaks are clustered,
+And the crags upthrust their fingers
+Through the meadows of the uplands,
+Was another Indian village,
+Ancient stronghold of the Tamals.
+
+In the village on the hillside
+Men were hunters, brave and fearless,
+Skillful with the bow and arrow,
+Artful with the snare and deadfall;
+Hunting deer and elk and bison
+In the open grassy meadows,
+Tracking wolf and mountain lion
+To their lairs among the redwoods;
+Bearing on their backs the trophies
+To their camp when night was falling.
+
+In the village maids and matrons
+Dressed the furs and tanned the buckskin,
+Dried the venison, and traded
+With the Shell Mound folks for salmon,
+Mussels, clams and abalones,
+Ornaments of bone or seashell,
+Weapons chipped from flint or jasper.
+From the oaks they gathered acorns,
+And beneath the fragrant bay trees
+And the heavy blooming buckeyes,
+Ground the acorns into flour
+To be baked upon the hot-stones.
+
+To this day the smoke of campfires
+May be traced in caves, and crannies
+Where the overhanging cliffsides
+Gives protection from the rainstorms.
+If you search among the thickets
+Of the low widespreading buckeyes
+You will find their ancient mortars
+In the bedrock still remaining -
+Mortar holes ground deep, and polished
+By the toil of many women
+Pounding, grinding with a pestle
+Fashioned from a stream-worn boulder.
+
+Gone are all those ancient people,
+Perished now for many ages.
+Many oaks have grown and withered,
+Many buckeyes bloomed and faded,
+Many tribes have fought and conquered,
+Lived for many generations,
+Then were driven out by others.
+Still the mortar holes will linger
+As our monuments forever."
+
+Fainter grew the voice, still fainter,
+Sinking almost to a whisper,
+With a hesitating quaver,
+As the picture came before her
+Of her disappearing people.
+Then I rose and piled more branches
+Of the redwood on the campfire,
+And the flames and sparks leaped upward,
+Lighting up the mournful forest,
+Driving back the eerie shadows.
+
+Long she bowed her head in silence,
+Then resumed her rhythmic speaking.
+In the village lived a maiden,
+Fairest of all comely maidens
+Ever born among the Tamals;
+Fair of face and pure of spirit,
+Kind in thought and quick in service
+To the young and old and helpless;
+Ever eager for her duty,
+Ever singing at her labor.
+
+When she sat beneath the buckeyes
+Grinding acorns in the mortar,
+Humming birds came sipping honey
+From the heavy scented blossoms;
+Wild birds came and sang their sweetest
+Music as they perched above her;
+And the Fairies came to greet her
+Dressed as Butterflies, and fluttered
+Round her head and whispered secrets -
+Secrets not revealed to others.
+
+Little wonder that the Chieftain,
+Young and brave and wise in counsel,
+Loved the maid and wished to take her
+As his wife to rule his people.
+But she answered him with sadness,
+For she loved the youth, 'Beloved,
+This is not the time for lovers,
+But for warriors to make ready,
+For a danger comes upon us.
+God has sent a warning message
+By the Fairies, and they whispered
+To me as I ground the acorns
+In the mortar 'neath the buckeyes.
+
+Rally all your braves around you,
+Sieze your strong bows, fill your quivers
+With the long flintpointed arrows;
+Guard the ridges to the eastward
+Ere the foe shall fall upon us.'
+
+To the eastward where Diablo
+Rears its peak above the fog banks
+Drifting landward from the ocean,
+Lived a warlike tribe of people.
+Fierce they were, and grim and cruel,
+Worshiping the Fire Demon
+Who is crouching in the mountain.
+
+From their heights they saw the waters
+Of the Bay of San Francisco
+Lying crystal-clear and purple.
+Then no Sacramento River
+Poured its flood of silt into it,
+For a range of hills continued,
+All unbroken, from Diablo
+To the distant smoking mountain
+Which is now called Saint Helena.
+
+Long they watched the bay and marveled
+At its strange, alluring beauty;
+Watched it in its changing colors -
+In the gray of misty mornings,
+In the blue of sunny mid-day,
+In the glories of the sunset,
+In the silver flood of moonlight -
+It enticed and seemed to beckon,
+Then, as ever, to the strangers.
+
+Long their Wizards danced, and rattled
+With their gourds, to rouse the Demon
+Of the Mountain to assist them -
+Danced until they fell in frenzy,
+Prophesying wealth of plunder.
+Warriors danced and chanted war songs,
+Stamped and shouted, waved their war clubs,
+With the war paint on their bodies,
+Black and yellow and vermillion.
+Hideous and terrifying
+Were they when they took the warpath.
+
+Oh, the terror of their coming!
+Oh, the horror of the battle
+On the meadows of the uplands!
+Forward, by the strength of numbers,
+Pressed the Devils of Diablo;
+Slowly backward fell the Tamals
+To the Stronghold of the Boulders.
+When the darkness of the midnight
+Fell as a protecting blanket,
+Silently my tribe retreated,
+Ere the ring should be completed
+By the merciless invaders.
+All the Tamals started northward -
+Men and women, little children -
+Through the open, grassy meadows,
+Through the forest to the ridges
+Circling round the Bay below them.
+At the dawning of the morning
+They were resting on a hilltop.
+To the west the Bay was sleeping
+Underneath its misty blanket;
+To the east a lake was gleaming
+In the rosy light of sunrise.
+
+While they rested on the mountain,
+Weary, footsore, and disheartened,
+Came pursuing scouts to spy them.
+Fierce and bloody was the combat,
+All the rocks were stained with crimson.
+Then the scouts, or those still living,
+Fled to tell their wicked Chieftain
+Where to find the fleeing Tamals.
+
+Loud the wail of lamentation
+When the Tamals saw their warriors
+Who had fallen in the combat
+Lying lifeless on the mountain.
+Louder still, the cry of anguish
+When they found their Maid of Mercy
+Helpless now, and sorely wounded.
+No more would her strong young shoulders
+Bear the wounded braves to safety,
+Nor would she withdraw the arrows,
+Bind the wounds nor stanch the bleeding.
+
+On the shoulder of the Chieftain
+She was carried, for no other
+Had such strength and gentle manner.
+On his shoulder thus he bore her,
+Fleeing northward on the ridges,
+Bore her gladly, for he loved her.
+All the women were exhausted,
+All the children, tired and weeping;
+Half the warriors, dead or wounded -
+Slow and painful was the progress.
+
+On they fled, but often turning,
+Looking backward o'er their shoulders,
+Fearful lest the foe o'ertake them
+Ere they reached a place of safety.
+
+Came a deadly fear upon them!
+'We are lost,' they cried in terror,
+For a league behind them, followed
+Such a host of men or devils
+That they could not hope to conquer.
+'We are lost,' they moaned, 'Their number
+Is the number of the needles
+On the redwoods in the forest;
+And they follow as the foxes
+Follow rabbits in the open.'
+
+'We shall die, oh, my beloved,'
+Said the Chieftain to the maiden.
+'And die gladly,' said the maiden,
+'If our people may not perish.
+As I sat beneath the buckeye
+At my mortar, grinding acorns,
+Fairy butterflies came to me,
+Fluttered round my head and told me
+That an enemy was coming;
+And I warned you, oh, my lover.'
+'Aye, you did, my best beloved.'
+'And they promised, oh, my lover,
+That our God would save our people
+Should I offer up my spirit
+As a sacrifice before Him.'
+
+And the young Chief spoke, and answered,
+'Life without you would be empty;
+Let my spirit travel with you
+Through the spaces of the heavens,
+To the upper world of spirits.'
+
+'It shall be as you have spoken,'
+Said the maiden to her lover,
+'And I know that God will answer
+With a mighty sign from heaven.
+Stoop, and bow your head, my lover,
+That my face may turn to heaven.
+Mighty Father, save my people,
+Take my spirit and my lover's
+To the spirit land of lovers;
+Lift your hand and strike the mountain!
+Cut a chasm wide, between us
+And the wicked ones who follow;
+Save my people, oh, my Father,
+Strike the mountain! Strike the mountain!'
+
+Came a rumble in the distance,
+Nearer, louder, terrifying!
+God had heard her prayer, and lifted
+Up his hand to strike the mountain.
+When the mighty blow descended
+With the crash of many thunders,
+All the mountains rocked and trembled,
+Rose and fell, and swayed and shuddered;
+And across the Coast Range Mountains
+Yawned a chasm, hot and smoking;
+Into it careened the hillsides;
+Mountains swooned and fell into it.
+Through it, as a giant sluiceway,
+Rushed the roaring, boiling waters
+Of the lake, in tumbling tumult,
+Flooding all the bayside lowlands,
+Racing through the Golden Gateway
+In a cataract stupendous.
+Saint Helena burst its crater
+With a blast that leveled forests,
+And the falling sand and cinders
+Buried deep the fallen giants,
+To be petrified to agate.
+Through the steam and sulphurous vapors,
+Flashed the lightning on the mountains,
+And the din of quake and thunder
+Beat the air until it quivered.
+
+When God, his righteous wrath abating,
+Ceased to shake and rend and deluge,
+And the last reverberation
+Died away into the distance,
+And the trade winds from the ocean
+Blew away the smoke and vapors,
+Those remaining of the Tamals
+Gazed with wonder at a mountain
+That was standing, new, before them,
+For upon it lay the maiden
+With her face upturned to heaven,
+As it was when she was praying
+To her God to save her people.
+On her youthful breast and body
+Lay a forest, like a mantle,
+New and green, and decked with flowers.
+And her willing feet were resting
+Near the bay and new-made river;
+While the Chief, her faithful lover,
+Bending 'neath his sacred burden,
+Stretched his arms out to the valleys
+Where his people would find shelter.
+
+Here for countless generations
+We have lived in peace and safety,
+Roaming through the wooded valleys,
+Hunting on the grassy meadows,
+Fishing in the bays and rivers.
+
+Now you know the sacred story
+Of the Maid of Tamalpais -
+Why no Tamal ever ventured
+To the holy crest above us.
+Would we tread upon the features
+Of the martyred Maid who saved us?
+Would we desecrate the rock-tomb
+Of our Chief, her well beloved?
+
+There she lies in all her beauty,
+Sacred Maid of Tamalpais!
+If her eyes should turn from heaven,
+She would see across the waters
+Piles of tumbled crags and boulders
+In the Grove of Thousand Oak Trees,
+Where the buckeye trees still blossom
+Over mortar holes, half hidden.
+Children play with merry laughter
+Hide and seek among the boulders.
+Even now perhaps, the Fairies
+Dressed as butterflies may whisper
+Secrets in the ears of children,
+If they listen to the voices.
+
+If her eyes should trace the steamers
+As they thread the curving channel
+Opened by the ancient earthquake,
+She would see them pass an island
+On whose red and barren summit
+She was wounded in the battle.
+White men call it Red Rock Island,
+Knowing not the crimson color
+Is from blood, shed in the battle
+Fought upon the lofty summit
+Of a mountain that was swallowed
+When the mighty chasm opened,
+Leaving but its peak projecting
+Through the surface of the waters.
+
+There she lies in queenly beauty,
+Martyred Maid of Tamalpais,
+With her face upturned to heaven,
+As when praying, 'Take me, Father;
+Save my people; Save the Tamals.'
+On her head the snows of winter
+Lay a crown of shining crystals.
+Fog banks twine their arms about her
+To embrace her and caress her.
+Passing rainclouds bathe her features
+With their tear drops, shed in sorrow,
+And the rainbow arches over
+With the glories of a halo.
+
+She is first to have the greeting
+Of the rising sun, and latest
+To receive his goodnight kisses.
+On her sides the purple shadows
+Linger longest in the twilight.
+For her robe the fairest wildflowers
+Bloom throughout the changing seasons -
+Violets, and pink wild roses,
+Blue forget-me-nots, and lilies
+Vie to give their sweetest perfumes
+To the Maid of Tamalpais.
+
+Lovers climb the sacred mountain,
+Roam the hillsides, tread the wildwoods,
+Finding there new inspiration,
+Hope and happiness, not knowing
+That the Maid of Tamalpais
+Gives her spirit to all lovers
+Who approach her mystic presence.
+
+I, the last of all the Tamals,
+Soon will turn my face to heaven
+Where my own, my best beloved,
+Waits with outstretched arms, to greet me.
+
+Write the story for all people;
+It is finished; I have spoken."
+Thus she spoke, that ancient woman,
+Lone survivor of the Tamals,
+By the campfire in the redwoods,
+On the slopes of Tamalpais.
+
+
+
+The Twin Guardians of the Golden Gate.
+
+
+
+Would you know the mystic legend
+Of the peaks of San Francisco -
+Of the Twin Peaks standing Guardian
+Of the gay and careless city,
+Ever laughing by the gateway
+Of our Golden California?
+
+Would you know what brings the westwind,
+With its cool and filmy vapors
+Trailing like a scarf of chiffon
+Through the narrow Golden Gateway,
+Screening shore and hills and harbor,
+While the country all around it
+Bathes in floods of golden sunshine?
+
+Would you know why great Sea Lions
+Flounder on the rocky islands,
+Standing by the Golden Gateway?
+Why they fight in baffled fury,
+Barking ever at the mainland?
+
+Listen then, and I will tell you
+As the legend was related
+By an ancient Tamal woman,
+As she sat beside the campfire
+In a grove of giant redwoods
+On the slopes of Tamalpais.
+
+"It was long ago, my children,
+Long ago, in mystic ages
+When the Gods lived near the people,
+Who, like infants newly mothered,
+Needed care and help and guidance.
+As the children call to parents
+So the people called to Spirits.
+Then the Gods were quick to listen,
+Quick to teach them and protect them,
+Quick to punish when they trespassed
+On the rights of one another.
+
+Near the place where Holy Fathers
+Built the Mission of Dolores
+Was a village of the Tamals,
+Vanished now for many ages.
+By it was a singing streamlet,
+Where the willows waved their banners;
+Round it giant redwoods clustered,
+Redolent with forest odors;
+Live oaks, bay trees, and madronas
+Billowed over plains and hillsides.
+
+Through the forest ranged the hunters,
+Seeking game in glen and canyon,
+Meat for food, and fur for raiment;
+Vanquishing the forest creatures
+With flint arrows and stone axes;
+Seeking fish in bay and river
+With the spear or net of sinew.
+On the bay the warriors paddled
+In canoes of bark or rawhide,
+Or in mighty redwood dugouts
+Dared the currents of the narrows
+Training warriors to be ready
+To defend their shores and harbor.
+
+From the North the foemen threatened,
+As an ever-present shadow.
+O'er the water came the foemen,
+In a mighty fleet of warboats;
+Every summer came the foemen,
+Came and fought and then retreated.
+
+In his tepee sat the Chieftain
+With the Old Men, wise in counsel;
+All their hearts were solely troubled -
+Every summer brought the foemen,
+Those bronze men of fearless courage,
+Waxing stronger every season -
+Long they counseled with each other;
+Would the foemen come and conquer?
+Could the Tamals long withstand them?
+Thus they questioned in the Council
+While they planned their last defenses.
+
+To the Council came the sisters,
+Yana fair, and Tana fearless,
+Twins, and daughters of the Chieftain,
+Came and stood before the wise men,
+Came and bowed their heads and waited.
+
+Well the wise men knew the sisters,
+Maidens blooming into women,
+Loved them for their grace and beauty,
+For the joy they radiated,
+For the charm that emanated
+From their chaste and gentle spirits,
+As the perfume that is wafted
+From the rose buds newly opened.
+
+Yet the Wise Men gave no welcome,
+Turned their eyes from Maids to Chieftain.
+"Why, my Daughters, have you ventured
+Into this, the warrior's council?
+Well you know it is forbidden;
+Neither man nor woman enters
+When the warriors plan for battle."
+
+"Let us speak," the Maidens answered,
+"For we bring a warning message.
+As we wandered on the ridges
+Gathering the golden poppies
+To adorn our Mother's tepee,
+We were talking of the danger
+From the foemen of the Northland,
+When a Maiden stood before us,
+Strangely fair, with golden tresses,
+Eyes of deep blue like the lupins,
+Dressed in garlands made of poppies.
+Hand in hand we stood and wondered,
+Till the lovely apparition
+Smiled and caused our fears to vanish.
+'I am the Spirit of the Country,'
+Said the Maiden of the Poppies,
+'And I choose you, my Twin Daughters,
+For the beauty of your bodies,
+And the worth of soul within you,
+As the saviors of your people,
+As the guardians of my harbor.
+Take the message to your Chieftain,
+That the foe comes from the Northland;
+Yet they shall not harm your people
+If you stand upon the hilltop
+With the talisman I give you.
+Take this Magic Iris with you,
+Guard it well for every petal
+Has a charm that brings an answer
+To a prayer that is unselfish,
+To a prayer for all the people
+That will live around your harbor.
+Never, while you guard the hilltop,
+Shall a foe invade your country.
+Petals three there are; three wishes
+Shall be granted when you make them.'
+Then the Poppy Maiden vanished,
+And we hastened to our village.
+Hand in hand, we ran so swiftly
+That our feet but touched the flowers;
+While above our heads the wild ducks
+Flying southward clamored hoarsely,
+'They are coming; They are coming!'
+Sea gulls, winging from the ocean,
+Shrieked their warning, 'They are coming!'
+Then we dared to brave your Council
+With the message of the Maiden,
+And the warning of the seabirds.
+
+'It is well,' the Chieftain answered,
+'Daughters with the eyes of springtime
+And the faces of the flowers,
+It is well. The Gods have marked you
+With their sign upon the forehead;
+You have stood before a Goddess,
+And her spirit is upon you.'
+
+Long the Old Men sat and pondered.
+Well they knew the ears of children
+Are attuned to hear the voices
+Of the Gods and Guardian Spirits.
+Well they knew that all wild creatures
+Speak to man if one is worthy
+To receive their friendly warning;
+Knew that seabirds, swift and cunning,
+See the foemen while their war boats
+Still are far beyond the sea-rim.
+Thus they reasoned in their council,
+Then they stood before the people
+While the Chieftain gave his orders.
+
+'Beat the war drums. Call the warriors.
+Man the war canoes, and station
+Sentinels upon the headlands
+Up the coast-land to Bolinas.
+Let them light the lurid war fires,
+When they see the foemen coming.'
+
+Swiftly northward raced the sentries
+In their light canoes of deerskin -
+Through the narrows to Bonita,
+On the ocean to Bolinas.
+All was tumult in the village;
+To each warrior was given
+Long bows, strong bows, wrapped with sinews,
+Stores of arrows, eagle feathered,
+Newly tipped with sharpest flint-heads;
+Stone head war clubs, wrapped with rawhide;
+Shields of oakwood, tough and heavy.
+Women decked the braves with feathers,
+Robes of fur, and charms of seashell;
+Roused their courage with the stories
+Of the prowess of their Fathers;
+Cheered with songs of deeds of valor
+Of the heroes of the Tamals;
+While the children, heavy hearted,
+Watched the scene in wide-eyed wonder.
+
+Every day the Chieftain's daughters,
+As twin sentinels were standing
+On the hill between the valley
+And the blue expanse of ocean.
+
+Every day they watched the Morning
+Reach his rosy fingers upward,
+From behind the eastern mountains,
+Painting with an elfin fancy,
+Crimson edges on the cloudbanks;
+Then erasing and repainting
+Them with gold or mauve or amber;
+Always changing, as his fancy
+Swayed the child to blend the colors;
+Till Old Father Sun uprising,
+Drove his elfin son to shelter
+From the dazzle of his presence.
+
+All day long the faithful sisters
+Stood upon the ridge and waited -
+Waited while the Sun ascended,
+Crossed the zenith, then descended
+On his daily westward journey.
+Watched him sink into the ocean
+As a molten globe of metal;
+While the fleecy clouds above him
+Caught afire, and blazed in beauty,
+Radiating flaming colors
+Through the changing clouds, and lighting
+O'er the purple sea a pathway
+Glinting in a golden glory.
+
+Evening came, and still they waited -
+While the heavenly dome turned purple,
+And the twinkling stars were lighted,
+One by one, until the darkness
+Scintillated with their sparkle;
+And a milky way of star-dust
+Arched across, to hold the heavens
+High above the reach of mortals.
+
+Through the night they watched and waited -
+While the silver moon was racing
+Through the silken clouds, and flooding
+All the bay and hills and ocean
+With a pale illumination,
+Casting moving shadows earthward
+When a dark cloud passed before her.
+Wild Coyotes broke the silence
+Of the midnight with their barking,
+And the prowling Wolves crept nearer,
+Till the patter of their footsteps
+Could be heard in stealthy rushes.
+
+Still the fearless Sisters waited,
+Watched the north for signal fires,
+And in eager alternation
+Held the Magic Yellow Iris.
+
+Came at last the welcome singing
+Of the Meadow Lark and Robin,
+And above the eastern mountains
+Flushed the rose-light of the morning;
+Then again the sky was tinted
+By the Elf who plays with colors,
+And the sleeping poppies wakened
+When the sunbeams kissed their eyelids.
+
+From the Heights of Point Bonita
+Rose a thread of smoke that lengthened,
+Broadened, flaunted like a banner,
+Black and ominous of evil.
+"They are coming!" Yana whispered,
+"See, the signal fires are lighted!
+They are coming. Guardian Spirit
+Of our native country, save us!"
+And she pressed the Yellow Iris
+Closely to her throbbing bosom.
+
+Over northern rim of ocean
+Came the war canoes by hundreds,
+Came until the waters darkened
+With the number of the warboats.
+Never could the Tamals conquer
+Such a multitude of foemen.
+Swiftly rose and fell their paddles,
+Flashing in the brilliant sunshine,
+Trailing scarfs of foam behind them,
+As they raced toward the harbor.
+
+Tana searched the far horizon,
+Saw the signal fires blazing
+On the mountain tops and headlands,
+Heard the war drums in the village
+Roll in constant wild alarum.
+
+Yana held the Yellow Iris
+With the Magic in its petals,
+Held and gazed with adoration
+On the velvet mystic markings.
+Then she plucked a magic petal,
+Held it high, and ere it fluttered
+To the breeze this prayer was uttered:
+
+'Spirit of our Native Country,
+Goddess guarding home and harbor,
+Roll the fog-banks o'er the headlands,
+Hide the narrows from the foemen;
+Bring the west-wind from the ocean,
+Drive their boats to crash and shatter
+On the rocky surf-bound islands.
+Bring the west-wind! Bring the fogbanks!'
+
+From the ocean came the west-wind,
+Blowing stronger, growing cooler,
+Bringing in protecting fog-banks,
+Sweeping landward o'er gray waters,
+Flooding through the Golden Gateway,
+Rolling over shore and headlands.
+
+Through the fog the boats were racing
+For the entrance to the harbor,
+When they plunged into the smother
+Of the breakers round the islands -
+Crashed upon the rocks and splintered.
+From the surf the foemen struggled
+To the rocks and scrambled on them.
+
+Then the Maiden plucked another
+Petal from the Magic Iris,
+And she prayed again, 'Oh, Spirit
+Of our Native Country, hear us,
+Change the foemen to Sea-creatures,
+That they never more attack us.'
+
+As the magic petal fluttered
+To the ground the foe was changing.
+Arms and paddles changed to flippers;
+Legs were bound as in a bandage,
+And their brown and hairy bodies
+Wriggled on the rocks, and crowded,
+Barking, fighting one another.
+
+When the danger was averted,
+When the enemy was helpless,
+Sisters wept, embraced each other,
+Thanked the Gods for their deliverance.
+
+Still remained another petal
+Of the Magic Yellow Iris.
+'One more wish we have, one only.'
+Said one sister to the other,
+'Would we might remain forever,
+As the guardians of the harbor,
+To protect it from all foemen,
+To invoke the fog and west-wind.'
+
+Then, again The Poppy Maiden
+Stood triumphantly before them.
+'You have chosen well, my children,
+Had you wished for wealth or beauty,
+Robes or jewels for adornment,
+Or for any selfish purpose,
+Then the petals would have fallen
+To the earth and lost their Magic.
+My twin daughters, ever faithful,
+All your thoughts are for your people;
+Therefore, you shall be immortal,
+Standing on the heights forever,
+As the Guardians of the Harbor.
+Draw your mantles around your shoulders,
+Furs they are, but flowers they shall be.
+As my garments are of flowers,
+So shall yours be, golden poppies,
+Lupins, blue, shall deck your mantle.
+Blue and gold shall be your colors -
+Blue, for purity of purpose;
+Gold, for worth of soul and spirit.
+While you stand above the harbor,
+While you call the fog and west-wind,
+While you wear your cloak of poppies,
+Never shall a foeman enter
+Through the Golden Gate with war-boats.
+Pluck the petal, let it flutter
+To the ground. Your wish is granted.
+Stand forever, native daughters,
+As Twin Peaks, to guard the harbor.'
+
+That was long ago, my children,
+When the earth was young, and people
+Heard the voices of the Spirits -
+Knew the language of the sea-birds.
+To this day the ancient warriors
+Flounder on the Sea Rock Islands,
+Barking, roaring, crowding, fighting,
+Near the gateway of the harbor.
+Still the Sisters, as the Twin Peaks,
+Guard the city and the harbor.
+In the summer, at the season
+When the ancient foes came southward,
+They invoke the cooling west-wind
+With its fog, to screen the harbor;
+Yet, the sunlight seeks the valley
+Where the ancient tepees clustered,
+Beaming there in benediction,
+While around it lie the shadows.'
+
+That, my children, is the legend
+Told beside the evening campfire
+By the ancient Tamal woman,
+In a grove of giant redwoods,
+On the slopes of Tamalpais.
+
+
+
+The Sea Gulls.
+
+
+
+Round the boat the Sea Gulls hovered,
+Soaring on their spreading pinions,
+Floating on the air, but turning
+Searching eyes upon the people;
+Searching, searching, always searching,
+Winging, swinging, darting, calling
+In their plaintive tones, "Ah-we-a."
+
+By my side my friend, the Tamal,
+Stood and gazed upon the Sea Gulls.
+Long he gazed in deep abstraction,
+Then he said, "They still are searching,
+Still are calling to Ah-we-a.
+Would you know the Tamal legend
+Of Ah-we-a and the Sea Gulls?
+
+Know you, then, that these blue waters
+Were not always calm and peaceful.
+Once the Sea King, grim and moody,
+Held his court within this harbor -
+Held his carnivals of beauty,
+And his wild and stormy revels.
+
+In the cove of Sausalito,
+Where the houses of the paleface
+Terrace on the wooded hillside
+And the sailboats ride at anchor,
+Lived a tribe of fisher people,
+Building homes among the crannies
+Of the rocks upon the bayshore,
+Fishing in the harbor waters
+From their light canoes of redwood -
+Fishing boldly in defiance
+Of the Sea King's fitful anger
+At the raiding of his Kingdom
+And the slaughter of his subjects.
+
+Oft the Sea King, in reprisal,
+Lashed the harbor with his west wind
+Till the breakers leaped in frenzy,
+Overturning boats and claiming
+Many fishermen as victims.
+
+Those who clung in desperation
+To their boats and reached the mainland
+Told the tale of their encounter
+With the Sea King in the tempest.
+Through the smother of the surges,
+Through the driving rain and fog-banks,
+Came the Sea King's boat upon them,
+Drawn by floundering sea horses
+With their manes of seafoam curling
+From the prow and backward trailing.
+Through the mist they saw it faintly,
+As a ghostly apparition,
+Riding down upon the billows -
+Phantom ship, at times transparent,
+White or gray - to ride them over;
+Racing nearer, nearer, nearer,
+Then dissolving into vapor;
+Or, at times, it darted past them.
+Giving glimpses through the fog-banks
+Of the Furies at the paddles,
+Bending, dipping, throwing surges
+From their mighty magic paddles,
+While the wake of foaming waters
+Seethed and boiled in whirlpool currents.
+
+Long the warfare had continued.
+Fishermen must live by fishing,
+And the Sea King claimed his victims
+Through a strategy of cunning,
+Seeking ever to beguile them
+To the sea to work his vengeance.
+
+When day dawned in rosy splendor
+Calm and still the harbor waters
+As a sea of purple satin,
+Only wrinkled into ruffles,
+Ever widening in a circle
+Where the fishes leaped the surface.
+
+Fishermen with song and laughter,
+Waved farewell to wives and children,
+Paddled off into the silence;
+Then, without a sign of warning,
+Gales arose and lashed the harbor
+Till the waters writhed and tumbled,
+Wave on wave, in thundering tumult;
+And the Sea King, in his anger,
+Dashed the boats, o'erturned and empty,
+High upon the rocky seashore
+At the feet of wailing women.
+
+Queen Ah-we-a of the Fishers
+Mourned the sorrows of her people;
+Comforted the weeping widows;
+Cared for all the little orphans.
+Little wonder that her subjects
+Loved the gentle Queen Ah-we-a.
+
+Long the Queen in silence pondered
+On the perils of her people.
+Long she stood upon the headland
+Where the wind-distorted cedars
+Cling upon the rocky hillside.
+Long she prayed to the Great Spirit
+For his guidance and protection.
+Long she prayed and watched and waited
+Till the moon came up and silvered
+All the sea, and cast the shadows
+Of the cedars, weird and lonely.
+
+From the harbor came the night winds
+Robed in tinsel veils of vapors,
+And they whispered in the branches
+Of the cedar trees above her -
+Whispered of the King, their master,
+Whispered terms for ceasing warfare.
+
+Ah-we-a heard the hard conditions,
+Bowed her head as in submission.
+On her face the resolution
+For a sacrifice was graven -
+For a sacrifice so noble
+That the Spirit in the Heavens
+Smiled and promised, in her absence,
+To protect her Fisher people.
+
+Morning dawned, with vapors brooding
+On the silent glassy waters.
+Queen Ah-we-a called her people
+To the sandy shore, and standing
+In her light canoe of deer skin,
+Told them of her nightlong vigil.
+'Now I go,' she said in parting,
+'To the great boat of the Sea King,
+There to plead that storms be banished,
+Banished from our bay forever.
+The Great Spirit will protect you
+Till I come again to lead you.'
+Then her paddle dipped the water,
+And her light canoe of deer skin
+Went into the fog and faded,
+Faded to a shadow outline,
+Then was gone into the silence.
+
+Long and watchfully the people
+Waited for the Queen Ah-we-a.
+Then a great fear came upon them.
+'She is lost. The wicked Sea King
+Holds her hostage on his war boat.'
+
+Thus they mourned, and prayed the Father,
+The Great Spirit, that he give them
+Wings to fly above the waters
+Where the Sea King could not reach them.
+'Give us wings,' they prayed 'On pinions
+Would we fly to find Ah-we-a.
+Change us, Father, into sea birds.
+Let us search and find Ah-we-a,
+And at last, when we have found her,
+Change us back to Fisher People.
+
+In the flicker of an eyelid,
+All the fisher men and women
+And their children changed to Sea Gulls.
+And the Father, ever mindful
+Of his promise to Ah-we-a,
+Put into the hearts of mortals
+Universal love for Sea Gulls.
+Laws have even been enacted
+To protect them from the hunters.
+
+To this day the faithful Sea Gulls
+Search the Bay, now free from tempests;
+Search the ferry boats and steamers,
+Soaring by on spreading pinions,
+Peering into people's faces,
+Searching for their Queen Ah-we-a.
+Winging, swinging, darting, calling
+In their plaintive tones, 'Ah-we-a;'
+For they know that when they find her
+They will change to human beings,
+Subjects of the Queen Ah-we-a.
+
+Thus was told the ancient legend
+Of Ah-we-a and the Sea Gulls.
+
+
+
+The Islands of the Bay.
+
+
+
+Tamalpais wrapped her mantle
+Of the clouds about her shoulders.
+Gray the day, and melancholy,
+For December rains were falling,
+Falling in a steady downpour.
+Mournful branches of the redwoods,
+Drooping, dripping, swayed above us;
+Moaned above the lonely cabin
+On the slope of Tamalpais.
+Raindrops pattered on the shingles,
+Beat against the eastern windows,
+Flooding down the glass in torrents.
+
+Through the veil of slanting rainfall.
+Could be seen the distant harbor,
+With its flecks of fleecy vapors
+Floating, merging, disappearing.
+
+In the fireplace of the cabin,
+Logs and knots of pine were blazing,
+Snapping with the pitch imprisoned;
+Flocks of sparks were flying upward;
+Flags of flame were waving welcome,
+Warming, cheering, exorcising
+Ghosts of Gloom and eerie phantoms;
+Bringing brightness and the odor
+Of the burning pitch that lingers
+As the incense of the forests.
+
+By the fireplace sat the Tamal,
+Lone survivor of her people -
+Sat and listened to the patter
+Of the raindrops on the shingles,
+To the soughing of the west-wind
+In the branches of the redwoods.
+Long she gazed upon the harbor,
+Lying leaden-gray below us.
+Then, she told this ancient legend -
+Legend of her tribe, the Tamals,
+Legend of an ancient deluge.
+
+"Do you see," she said, "the Islands
+Of the Albatross and Beaver?
+By another name you call them.
+One is crested by a prison,
+Grim and somber, melancholy;
+One is gay with flags and bunting,
+Ringing with the martial music
+Of your sailor boys in training;
+Yet, if you observe them closely,
+You will see in one the profile
+Of an Albatross, a giant
+Sea bird, sleeping on the water;
+While the other is a Beaver
+Facing always to the eastward.
+When the noon sun casts its shadows
+You may see his stony features
+From the deck of ferry steamers
+Near the pier that wades the shallows
+On the harbor's eastern border,
+Tamals call them Sacred Islands
+Of the Albatross and Beaver,
+For upon their backs were carried
+All the Tamals through the deluge.
+
+Down the ages came the legend,
+Told by Fathers to the children,
+Told on rainy winter evenings
+Round the campfires of the Tamals.
+
+From the ocean rolled the rain-clouds,
+Came unceasingly the rain-clouds.
+Black and heavy were the rain-clouds,
+Lighted only by the flashes
+Of the lightning playing in them.
+Fell the rain as falls the torrents
+In the waterfalls of rivers,
+Fell through days of murky darkness,
+Fell through nights of inky blackness,
+Fell for days and nights unnumbered.
+Waters covered plains and valleys.
+On the coast the sea was rising,
+Flooding all the lower country,
+Creeping up the mountain foothills;
+Still the rains in floods descended.
+
+Up the slopes of Tamalpais
+Climbed the people of the Tamals,
+While behind them crept the waters,
+Covering the hills and mountains.
+One by one the peaks were swallowed
+In the flood of rising waters.
+On the gray and sullen waters
+Floated logs and trees uprooted;
+On the trunks and in the branches
+Cowered creatures of the forests,
+Then the people prayed the Spirit -
+Prayed the Father in the Heavens -
+That he save his tribe, the Tamals,
+Ere the waters rise above them;
+And the Spirit heard their pleading,
+Sent the Albatross and Beaver,
+Giant messengers from Heaven,
+As the Saviors of the Tamals.
+
+Albatross came from the westward,
+Through the lightning of the storm-clouds,
+Growing larger, coming nearer,
+Till the thunder of his pinions
+Echoed from the cliffs above them,
+Then he rested on the waters.
+
+From the eastward came the Beaver,
+Swimming through the turbid waters,
+Growing, growing, ever growing,
+Till he had become a Giant,
+On whose back the tribe of Tamals
+Could find refuge from the waters.
+
+Then a voice spoke from the storm-clouds,
+Spoke in mighty tones of thunder:
+'I have heard your prayer, Oh Tamals;
+You shall live, and shall re-people
+All the world with men and women.
+I will give to them the spirit
+Of the Albatross who searches
+Distant seas on tireless pinions.
+I will give to them the wisdom
+Of the Beaver who with patience
+Labors, building and constructing.
+On the Albatross and Beaver
+You shall ride, until the waters
+Shall return to their own borders.'
+
+On the Albatross and Beaver
+All the Tamals rode in safety,
+While the swirling deluge covered
+All the foothills and the mountains.
+Then the northwind, dry and scorching,
+Drove the rain-clouds to the ocean,
+And the sun-rays, piercing through them,
+Glinted on the troubled waters.
+Came the peak of Tamalpais
+As an island to the surface;
+Down the slopes the flood receded
+Baring forests to the sunlight,
+Then the grass-lands of the valleys
+And the old familiar coastline.
+
+With rejoicing all the Tamals
+Sought their homes along the bayshore,
+Singing thanks to the Great Spirit,
+Singing praises to their saviors,
+Giant Albatross and Beaver,
+Resting then, within the harbor.
+Then again, in voice of thunder,
+Spoke the Spirit from the Heavens;
+'Let the Totem of the Tamals
+Be the Albatross and Beaver;
+Search and Labor, be their motto;
+And, lest children of their children
+May forget their mighty saviors,
+Giant Albatross and Beaver
+Shall be changed to rocky Islands -
+Monuments to stand forever,
+In the Harbor of the Tamals.'
+
+Thus the ancient Tamal woman
+Told the Legend of the Islands,
+While December rains were falling,
+And the fragrant pine was burning
+In the fireplace of the cabin
+On the slope of Tamalpais.
+
+
+
+The Lake of Merita.
+
+
+
+The lengthening shadows of evening
+Were creeping on Mount Tamalpais,
+Painting with purple the valleys,
+Gilding the ridges and summit.
+Green were the groves of the redwoods,
+Lacing their branches together;
+Through them the last rays of sunlight
+Pierced to the carpet of needles.
+Only the tinkling of water,
+Only the breeze in the branches,
+Only the call of the blue jays
+Broke the mysterious silence.
+
+Far through the canyon I wandered,
+Far to her camp in the redwoods -
+The home of the Indian woman,
+Wrinkled and old and decrepit,
+Learned in the lore of the Tamals.
+Nearing her camp-fire, I saw her,
+And halted in fear, lest I trespass.
+
+She sat like a Priestess of Forests,
+Chanting with weird intonations,
+Slowly, with strange repetitions,
+Swaying in rhythmical measure.
+Round her the wild forest creatures
+Gathered and sat at attention.
+Birds ceased their anthems of evening,
+Fluttered to branches above her,
+Listened as if fascinated.
+
+The singing was hushed when she saw me;
+Away fled the wild things to cover.
+"Welcome, my friend," said the Tamal.
+"A seat at my camp-fire is waiting."
+Her welcome was hearty and friendly,
+But out of the shade of the forests
+Came chattering, chirping and barking,
+Resenting, reproaching, complaining.
+
+I sat by the camp-fire and listened
+In wonder. The scene was uncanny.
+At last, when the plaints had subsided,
+Or faded away in the distance,
+I said , "Tell me, friend, by what magic
+Are wild creatures called to your camp-fire.
+Is it a secret you cherish?
+May you reveal it to others?"
+
+She gazed in the flickering embers,
+Dreamily gazed in the embers,
+Then she replied, "You have heard me
+Singing the song of Merita,
+The magical song of Merita,
+Merita, the friend of wild creatures,
+Wearers of fur or of feathers,
+Creatures of forest and mountain,
+Birds of the sea and the marshes.
+
+I will tell you the tale of Merita,
+Merita, the daughter of Yado,
+Chief of the fishermen people
+Who lived by the Lake of the Oak Trees,
+Far to the east of the harbor.
+
+Slender and tall was Merita,
+Dark were her eyes, and her tresses
+Glossy and black as the feathers
+That gleam on the wings of the raven.
+Gentle and kind was Merita,
+Serving the young and the aged,
+Nursing the sick and the wounded,
+Cheering when sorrow was breaking
+The heart of some one of her people.
+The Gods taught Merita the language
+Of birds that made nests in the oak trees,
+Of water fowl thronging the tules,
+Of all furry creatures that peopled
+The hills and the valleys around them.
+They came from afar when she called them,
+Called with her song, and they hastened
+To tell her their troubles and sorrows.
+She bound up their wounds and caressed them,
+And told them the wiles of the hunters.
+
+Wandering one day to the northward,
+She came to a creek where strawberries,
+Ripe and delicious were growing
+Beside a small stream that cascaded
+Down from the Peak of the Grizzlies.
+Refreshing herself with the berries
+She sat in the shade of the live oaks,
+The ancient and widespreading live oaks,
+And called to the wild forest creatures,
+Singing the Song of Merita.
+
+'Come, come, come, birds of the air,
+   For I love you.
+Come, come, come, tell how you fare,
+   For I love you.
+Come, come, come, wild creatures, know
+   That I love you.
+Come, come, come, tell me your woe,
+   For I love you.
+Come, come, come, you will I serve,
+   For I love you.
+Come, come, come, you well deserve,
+   And I love you.
+Come, come, come, I bring you aid,
+   For I love you.
+Come, come, come, be not afraid,
+   For I love you.
+Come, come, come - come - come - come.'
+
+Before the monotonous chanting
+Was finished, the Blue Jays and Robins,
+Pigeons, and Bluebirds, and Blackbirds
+Flew to the branches above her,
+And tipping their heads to observe her
+Opened their bills in complaining.
+Down from the canyon a white fawn
+Came with a shaft in her shoulder,
+Fell at the feet of Merita,
+Bleating her plea for protection.
+Quickly the arrow was taken
+Out of her quivering shoulder.
+Then came the hunter, pursuing -
+Halted, and gazed in amazement.
+'I am Zarando, the Tamal,
+Chief of the Thousand Oaks People.
+Pardon me, if I have wounded
+A pet of the beautiful stranger.'
+
+Under the arm of Merita
+The frightened fawn crept for protection.
+
+'I am Merita, the daughter
+Of Yado, the Chief of the Fishers
+Who live by the Lake of the Oak Trees.
+The Fawn is my friend, and she answers
+My call to all wild forest creatures.'
+
+'I have a call,' said Zarando,
+'A call to decoy the wild creatures
+Into the range of my arrows,
+Yet few are deceived by the pretense.
+Teach me your call, oh, Merita.
+
+'Nay, nay, Zarando; love only
+Will draw the wild creatures around you.
+Love does not change cannot injure -
+The shaft is not aimed at a loved one.
+If you would draw the wild creatures,
+Love them, and guard them from danger.'
+
+'I am a hunter, Merita,
+And yet would I gladly abandon
+The bow and the trap to secure
+The charm that the Great Spirit gives you.
+Tell me the secret, Merita,
+Teach me to speak in the language
+Of all the wild creatures around you;
+Teach me to know and to love them.'
+
+Then were the first lessons given,
+Where now gather thousands of students,
+Beneath the old widespreading live oaks
+That stand by the stream in the Campus.
+There the first Teacher and Pupil,
+Merita and young Chief Zarando,
+Met on the mornings that followed,
+Met for the love of the study,
+And then for the love of each other.
+
+No more were the Tamals and Fishers
+Rivals, at war with each other;
+United they lived as one people -
+One people around the great harbor.
+Zarando, their chief ruled with justice;
+Merita, their Queen ruled with mercy.
+Their village grew up where the oak trees
+Stand on a point in the Lakelet.
+The water birds came at her calling,
+And thronged on the Lake of Merita,
+Holding conventions, and heeding
+The judgments she gave in their quarrels.
+No one disturbed them nor harmed them;
+There was a refuge from danger.
+
+It is said that souls of the lovers
+Still live in the oak trees that border
+The shore of the Lake of Merita;
+And that water-birds come at their calling,
+And throng, unafraid, on the waters,
+Hearing the song of Merita:
+
+'Come, come, come, birds of the air,
+   For I love you.
+Come, come, come, tell how you fare,
+   For I love you.
+Come, come, come, I bring you aid,
+   For I love you.
+Come, come, come, be not afraid,
+   For I love you.'
+Come, come, come,
+   Come,
+      Come,
+             Come."
+
+
+
+The End
+
+
+
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