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

THE COMING OF UAYO-WENT-HA. 33
Or night or day, still on
Where'er he willed ;
the same
nor turned aside
When, barring all the way with flame,
He far the Fiery Serpents spied ;
But loud he cried, as drawing near,
" Behind you look ! !" with frightful cry
They darted back their heads in fear ;
Swift as the wind he passed them by.
Exulting o'er the Reptile race,
With strength he strung his warrior-bow,
Approaching nigh the horrid place,
Though fierce they hiss and writhe and glow;
From out his quiver's full supply
He forth the magic arrows drew;
Them one by one he straight let fly
And ;tll the flaming serpents slew.
Touched with his bark the shadowy lands
That bound the terror-gloomed abyss,
Where Chebia-bos faithful stands
Between that fairer world and this,
The passing soul to lead and guide
Far journeying unto regions blest
Beyond the realm of darkness wide,
The Better Land of peace and rest.