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

276 THE FLOOD.
A cry great Manabo-zho gave
:
" Grandfather wise
Do stretch yourself
Ne-me-sho brave !"'
And quick that tree did taller rise
Out of the wave
Him upward bore ;
But still the waters heightened more.
Thrice did he call ;
thrice from the tide
That tree did grow ;
Still higher rose the billows wide ;
" Alas ! I can no higher go,"
The tree replied ;
While yet he prayed,
Just at his chin the waters stayed.
Near on the waste a Loon did pass
:
"
Brother true !
Down get of earth a little mass,"
He said, "to build the World anew :"
That bird, alas !
Though diver bold,
Thence rose a lifeless form and cold.
Then to the Musk-Rat, swimming nigh :
U
Brother !
bring
A little earth ;
down down and try ;