ow of the morning,
Far away o'er the emerald seas,
as the sun lifts his brow from the billows,
Or the red-clover fields when the bees,
singing sip the sweet cups of the blossoms.
Wherever he wandered--
alone in the heart of the wild Huron forests,
Or cruising the rivers unknown
to the land of the Crees or Dakotas--
His heart lingered still on the Rhone,
'mid the mulberry trees and the vineyards,
Fast-fettered and bound by the zone
that girdled the robes of his darling.
Till the red Harvest Moon[71] he remained
in the vale of the swift Mississippi.
The esteem of the warriors he gained,
and the love of the dark-eyed Winona.
He joined in the sports and the chase;
with the hunters he followed the bison,
And swift were his feet in the race
when the red elk they ran on the prairies.
At the Game of the Plum-stones[77] he played,
and he won from the skillfulest players;
A feast to _Wa'tanka_[78] he made,
and he danced at the feast of _Heyoka_.[16]
With the flash and the roar of his gun
he astonished the fearless Dakotas;
They called it the "_Maza Wakan_"--
the mighty, mysterious metal.
"'Tis a brother," they said, "of the fire
in the talons of dreadful Wakinyan,'[32]
When he flaps his huge wings in his ire,
and shoots his red shafts at _Unktehee_."[69]

The _Itancan_,[74] tall Wazi-kute,
appointed a day for the races.
From the red stake that stood by his _tee_,
on the southerly side of the _Ha-ha_,
O'er the crest of the hills and the dunes
and the billowy breadth of the prairie,
To a stake at the Lake of the Loons[79]--
a league and return--was the distance.
They gathered from near and afar,
to the races and dancing and feasting;
Five hundred tall warriors were there
from _Kapoza_[6] and far-off _Keoza_;[8]
_Remnica_[Y] too, furnished a share
of the legions that thronged to the races,
And a bountiful feast was prepared
by the diligent hands of the women,
And gaily the multitudes fared
in the generous _tees_ of _Kathaga_.
The chief of the mystical clan
appointed a feast to _Unktehee_--
The mystic "_Wacipee Wakan_"[Z]--
at the end of the day and the races.
A band of sworn brothers are they,
and the secrets of each one are sacred,
And