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

42 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
Then to tlie wild lie stalwart bore
His mighty bow :
his shaft released,
Swift-speeding, lo !
all red with gore,
Down-bellowing fell each ugly beast.
Uno-wul in his horny shell,
Low on the sand and bleeding lay ;
Great Yek-wai, mortal-wounded, fell,
The lofty-antlered Me-sha-way.
When Kwan-0-shaish-ta, prowling near,
And hissing like a roaring blast,
Of all the land the scourge and fear,
With scaly feet went writhing past,
With flaming eye-balls glaring red,
With fiery tongue that forked drew,
A hideous serpent, huge and dread ;
His shaft the frightful monster slew. u
Still far his pointed missiles sped :
The Be-zhu hushed his awful roar,
The 0-kwa-ho the Ka-ka fed
His hungry howl was heard no more ;
Kwan-Run-ge-a-gosh on the tide,
Great Ke-ka-daw-nong on the sand,
Him yielded all their life and died,
The monsters of the sea and land.