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

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Fell swift and true ;
Then shouting dread
His Saw-saw-quan, away he fled.
Then horrid cried the Serpents
" See !
Manabo-zho !
Our Prince is slain !
it is He !
But we will catch him !" as amain
By
land and sea
They, hissing, ran
In chase of him that Mighty Man !
!
Them Manabo-zho heard the while
As on he sped
O'er hill and vale each step a mile !
Heard close behind the writhing tread
Of creatures vile ;
And well he knew
In each an Evil Manito.
He mountain climbed
the highest tree
The topmost height ;
O'er all the land a boundless sea
Did rush and swash ;
Oh fearful !
sight !
Up
to his knee
The waters drew,
Still higher
higher round him grew.
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