I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.

I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a
casual look upon you and then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.



} To You

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why
should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?



} Thou Reader

Thou reader throbbest life and pride and love the same as I,
Therefore for thee the following chants.



[BOOK II]

} Starting from Paumanok

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