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

186 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
Three days they had not tasted meat,
But with sublimest purpose wrought,
Toiling through fast to make complete
The fabric of their mighty Thought,
Shaped in those fearful Council-days,
To live when all the braves had passed ;
That all the after years should praise :
Now they again would break their fast.
With savor that did most delight
Each hungry sense,
so sweet and good,
In many a bowl all snowy white,
The Scho-ta-sa-min baking stood ;
Great 0-nust, smoking, waited hot
In many a cake ;
the hunters 1 game
Steamed fragrant in each earthen pot,
Hung reeking round the hissing flame.
The fruit of many a hunter-bow :
Skan-o-do from the leafy wood,
The hungry-howling 0-kwa-ho,
The fiercer Yek-wai fat and good ;
The wily Be-zhu prowling dread,
The Me-sha-way with antlers wide,
The Jit-sho with his wary tread,
The snowy Wau-bos tender-eyed.