Legends of the Northwest by Hanford Lennox Gordon
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page 90 of 186 (48%)
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As she gathered, with brown, dimpled hand,
her hair from the wind, stood the Frenchman. [a] i.e. a fire arm which the Dakotas compare to the roar of the wings of the Thunder-bird and the fiery arrows he shoots. [b] Duluth was a devout Catholic. [c] Nee-wahshtay--Thou art good. To bid the brave White Chief adieu, on the shady shore gathered the warriors; His glad boatmen manned the canoe, and the oars in their hands were impatient. Spake the Chief of Isantees, --"A feast will await the return of my brother In peace rose the sun in the East, in peace in the West he descended. May the feet of my brother be swift, till they bring him again to our teepees; The red pipe he takes as a gift, may he smoke that red pipe many winters. At my lodge-fire his pipe shall be lit, when the White Chief returns to Kathaga; On the robes of my tee shall he sit, he shall smoke with the chiefs of my people. The brave love the brave; and his son sends the Chief as a guide for his brother, By the way of the Wakpa Wakan [a] to the Chief at the Lake of the Spirits. [a] Spirit River, now called _Rum_ River. |
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