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

" Osseo wrinkled was and old ;
128 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
She told of love the tender tales ;
Of him that journeyed far and high,
Son of the Evening Star that trails
A glory down the western sky :
" Osseo wrinkled was and old
All for an Evil Manito ;
But he was good and wise and bold
His was a tender heart and true.
u And Oweenee, the lovely maid,
She all her lovers turned away,
Though decked with beads and wampum-braid
And young and brave and painted gay.
"They laughed when she Osseo wed
Laughed at his feeble step and slow ;
But ' 1
I am happy, still she said,
And who is foolish you shall know.'
He hid him in a hollow tree ;
When forth he came a j^outh, behold !
No other youth so fair as be.