"The Grey Eagle is a great chief, and Black Snake is his brother. Grey
Eagle looks as he rises on the stony-hill for his wampum, that he may
sit in the circle, of chiefs. Shall the Swaying Reed meet Grey Eagle
with her wampum? Is the Fawn too timid to go? Black Snake will stay with
the Fawn and let Swaying Reed fly on the trail towards the stony hill."

"No! No!" exclaimed the Fawn. "The Swaying Reed loves Black Snake; her
feet would be slow on the trail to carry the wampum to Grey Eagle. The
Fawn will go to meet her father and the tall chief, while Black Snake
sings in the ear of Swaying Reed, who is never tired of the voice she
loves so much."

"The Fawn has spoken well; but Grey Eagle must take the wampum from the
one his eyes rest first upon as he rises on the stony hill. The Fawn saw
the Indian women follow the trail towards the great flats to gather
berries and pine cones; she must shame the moose in her flight, and hide
under the bushes, if she would see Great Oak, and Grey Eagle first as
they mount the hill. If the Fawn would fill the pipe and kindle the fire
for Grey Eagle in his own wigwam, let him not know she is near until she
stands before him. I have said."

"The Fawn's ears have been open; her feet will not be slow; she will
follow the hidden path, until she reaches the great rocks of the hill.
The Fawn will do as her brother tells her. The Swaying Reed is waiting
for Black Snake."

And ere the day songsters had finished their sweet melody, or the
wish-ton-wish [Footnote: Whippoorwill.] had yet commenced its evening
song, the half frightened Indian maid had hid herself near the summit of