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

102 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
And when Seg-wun from the South-land comes again,
I would plant the luscious 0-nust on the plain ;
Careful tend the hlades upspringing, stir the loam ;
Pluck the ripened ears at harvest ;
Burden home.
bear the precious
A-ro-se-a in the tree-top chattering, chattering,
Seems to tell :
" Hayo-went-ha come to woo Nyah-tah-wanta,
That is well."
When the wigwams in the Snow-moon silver shine,
I would pound the dainty kernel, pound it fine ;
With the fat of Yek-wai mix it,
sweetest cake,
Make and bake it all so nicely,
all for
Hayo-went-ha's sake.
Far the Ka-ka on Yo-non-to cawing, cawing,
Seems to tell :
" Hayo-went-ha come to woo Nyah-tah-wanta,
That is well."
When Kah-sah-git in his snow-shoes o'er the hill
Scatters wide the shining 0-kah, falling chill,
Far would noble Hayo-went-ha with his bow
Hunt the Mo-sa and the Yek-wai and the fiercer
0-kwa-ho.