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

124: THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
Or, with the housewife's frugal care,
Far through the forest's windy ways
She roamed, the fallen nuts to bear
And garner for the wintry days ;
Or in the woods the sticks would break
And bear them to her lowly door,
To cook the Mosa-meat, and make
The cheerful Home-fire brighten more.
While Hayo-went-ha wore the day
In following with his shaft and bow
The lofty-antlered Me-sha-way,
Or fiercely-howling 0-kwa-ho ;
The snowy Wau-bos, tender-eyed,
The Jit-sho with the wary tread,
The Ne-jig with the sleeky hide,
The shagged Yek-wai, prowling dread.
She watched the midnight-brooding star
Chased by the dawn, and unafraid
Save but for him, whose feet afar
Still in the hunter-chase delayed ;
Or in his Chee-maun fleet and free,
That willing went and willing came,
Borne lightly o'er the foaming sea
Where, waiting, lit the Council-flame.