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

272 THE SHINING MANITO.
Fierce did all day that battle wage,
More furious grew ;
Wide o'er the land did storm and rage
:
Nor wound had he
that Manito,
So all complete
In wampum clad from head to feet.
Thick fell the bloAvs the arrows sped
:
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O it was you !"
Cried Manabo-zho "You !" he said,
"
My kindred, my Ne-me-sho slew !
"
Till left had he
Of all his arrows only three.
Just then a gentle voice he heard
Past Ma-ma flew ;
''.0 Manabo-zho P spake the bird,
As he another arrow drew,
" Of wampum bare
His crown ;
shoot at that tuft of hair."
As he let fly straight at that spot,
Lo ! blood he saw ;
He then his second arrow got,
This brought him low ;
a third did draw
Full on his head,
And down that Manito fell dead.