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

144 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
Her little songs she softly sang
Or watched the tiny minnows throng,
Or listened to the lonely Mahng,
Nor heard in his a troubled song ;
She saw the Sa-wa darting free,
Skan-o-do browsing in the wood ;
Nor thought of coming ill
The little maiden, fair and good.
had she,
And still away it lightly run,
Like wing of bird that light canoe;
Still Hayo-went-ha willed it on,
And still the willing current drew ;
Till swiftly up the So-ha-hi
That airy bark he lightly pressed ;
Now Onondaga glimmers nigh
Lo !
now he skims its flashing breast.
High on Yo-iion-to far away
A thousand dusky warriors wait ;
The morn is passed, and still they say,
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He comes not Hayo-went-ha great."
But lo !
along the reedy marge
A lonely Chee-maun speeding free ;
And "Knee-ha! Knee-ha!" greets the barge:
"My
father ! father ! it is he ! !"