The league of the Iroquois and other legends : from the Indian muse

92 THE LEAGUE OF THE 1KOQUOIS.
Of all the gifts that thence he brought,
Of all the labors of his hand ;
How he the hunter-bow had wrought,
Had slain the monsters of the land ;
How every beast with cry and roar,
That crawled or ran or swam or flew,
Fell reeking red with dying gore
Fell pierced and wounded through and through.
And of that magic-built canoe,
Nor paddle had, nor need of one ;
Of wider waves that charmed and drew
That mystic Chee-maun
Of great Ki-ha-de's E-wa-yea,
on, and on.
Of farther tides that leap and run ;
Of Gitche Grumee far away, ~
And seas beyond the setting sun.
And all the sacred legends old,
The wonders of remotest age
:
How Mana-bo-zho strong and bold,
With Manitos did battle wage ;
And when the floods came on the land,
. Whelmed in the sea the mountains tall,
The world destroyed ;
whose mighty hand
Rebuilt again
repeopled all.