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

SHIN-GE-BIS 289
Still Shin-ge-bis, through storm and gloam,
Unto the reedy mere he went ;
His strings of fish came dragging home ;
Cooked, ate and slept he, well content ;
Sang to the fire-light's paling glow,
As on his bear-skin couch he lay
:
" Kabi-bonok-ka, blow, and blow
Kabi-bonok-ka, go your way."
Swift winged the North Wind o'er the land,
Unto the wigwam wroth he came ;
There Shin-ge-bis saw, listening, stand
Saw just beside the barky frame,
Kabi-bonok-ka, chill and wan ;
Still louder rang his roundelay :
"Ho !
Shin-ge-bis is still your man
Ho !
Windy God, I know } rour way."
Wild and more shrill the North Wind blew,
And yet a colder blast he sent ;
Then, as aside the mat he drew,
He stalked into the reedy tent,
Sat mute beside the failing fire ;
Without, the tempest's roar and clang
Rose louder higher still and higher ;
Yet Shin-ge-bis, he careless sang :