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

XI
THE AFTER-DAYS.
WHERE singing like a joyous thing
Went Yo-yo-hon-to on its way,
Where on the night-wind's lightest wing
Came up Ti-o-to's
" E-wa-yea,"
There, beauteous on the grassy strand
And near beside the sheltering wood,
And wrought by Hayo-went-ha's hand,
The new-built wigwam brightly stood.
And patient toiled he many a day
With sinew-string and barky thong,
With loop and seam and stitch and stay,
Intent to make it firm and strong.
Then forth he went with shaft and bow
And many a hairy skin he bore,
Of Yek-wai and of 0-kwa-ho,
And softly matted all the floor.