SONGS OF THE SIOUX

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 113, 3 August 1927, Page 11

SONGS OF THE SIOUX

' i ! Falling soft as dew at even, 'neatK, ! the sickle moon, I have heard the liur»; rying footstep, morning, night un<£ j noon, passing through the 1 grasses by each hill and dale . . . Who is this that hurries onward* ; O’er the inward trail? I have watched the wide clear spact $ when the sound was near; watched’ where coloured flowers were swaying, in the sunlight clear; when the twi-? light flood came streaming through the vanquished day, I have heard the phantom footfall passing on its way. * * * "Ho, ho! Watcher in the shadows” (Thus the squirrel laughs at me from the birch tree’s topmost branches), “none are fleet of foot as she. It were vian to watch and follow; light her step as thistledown, sounding on the trail like music, passing ever up and down. Come ye closer, O, my brother, whilst I breathe a secret low —From my hiding place I gleaned it in the time of afterglow. Watched I close the moving bracken on the winding trail hard by. . . Silver Heel went lightly tripping where the grass-bound brambles lie. Fleet as hunted deer at morning ere the great red sun has shone. laughing at thy halting footstep. Silver Heel will lead thee on. But if thou wouldst seek to gather how the phantom trail was made, yonder stands the well-loved Wigwam where its end is surely laid.