SONGS OF THE SIOUX
Come, Beaver Hunter, I would’ trace the trail that leads to where tlie sound of falling timber rides upon the vibrant air; thy secret deep, inviolate, I’ll keep, nor seek to raid, if thou wilt lead me on to where thy hidden traps are laid. Perchance unto some distant stream, banked high with wood and clay, when dusk rolls onward, Hunter thou wilt wend thy silent way. Swift shall I follow, then, thy tread when sounds of day are stilled, along the trail that leadeth on to where the Beavers build. Close by the river we shall hear the crash of falling tree and see the wily Ah-meek to his floating wigwam flee; and scan the bracken by the bank where Ah-meek’s trails are laid, and count the busy builders from the kindly forest shade. And we shall bear the harvest back into the haunts of men. (No brave shall mark our wanderings nor hear our tread till then.) Yea, Beaver Hunter, 1 shall guard the paths thy feet have made, when thou hast led me down to where thy hidden traps are laid. SITTING BULL.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 119, 10 August 1927, Page 6
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190SONGS OF THE SIOUX Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 119, 10 August 1927, Page 6
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