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

THE FLOOD. 277
Each grassy tarn and reedy spring,
As days gone by
Your home shall be,
Or on the land, or on the sea. 1 '
He too did down ;
rose like the Loon,
A lifeless thing ;
But in his nostrils breathing, soon
He, Manabo-zho, him did bring
The precious boon
Said he
Of life ;
and then
"My Brother, try again."
Next time a little soil he drew
Up from the seas ;
This Manabo-zho added to
The drowned Loon ;
and built of these
The World anew,
As you can see
With every beast and bird and tree.