cage--he Wicage!
Miniyata ite wakande maku.
Taukansidan ite, nape du-win-ta woo,
Wahutopa wan yuha, nape du-win-ta woo."

TRANSLATION.

In red swan-down he made it for me;
In red swan-down he made it for me;
He of the water--he of the mysterious face--
Gave it to me;
Sacred Father--Grandfather!

Grandfather made me magical medicine.
That is true!
Being of mystery,--grown in the water--
He gave it to me!
To the face of our Grandfather stretch out your hand;
Holding a quadruped, stretch out your hand!

Till high o'er the hills of the east
_Anpetuwee_ walked on his journey,
In secret they danced at the feast,
and communed with the mighty _Unktehee_.
Then opened the door of the _tee_
to the eyes of the wondering Dakotas,
And the sons of _Unktehee_ to be,
were endowed with the sacred _Ozuha_[82]
By the son of tall Wazi-kute, Tamdoka,
the chief of the Magi.
And thus since the birth-day of man--
since he sprang from the heart of the mountains,[69]
Has the sacred "_Wacepee Wakan_"
by the warlike Dakotas been honored,
And the god-favored sons of the clan
work their will with the help of the spirits.

WINONA'S WARNING.

'Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist
trailed their white robes on dewy savannas,
And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed
by the first golden beams of the morning.
The breeze was abroad with the breath
of the rose of the Isles of the Summer,
And the humming-bird hummed on the heath
from his home in the land of the rainbow.[AI]
'Twas the morn of departure. DuLuth
stood alone by the roar of the _Ha-ha_;
Tall and fair in the strength of his youth
stood the blue-eyed and fair-bearded Frenchman.
A rustle of robes on the grass broke his dream
as he mused by the waters,
And, turning, he looked on the face of Winona,
wild-rose of the prairies,
Half hid in her dark, flowing hair,
like the round, golden moon in the pine-tops.
Admiring he gazed--she was fair
as his own blooming Flore in her orchards,
With her golden locks loose on the air,
like the gleam of the sun through the olives,
Far away on the vine-covered shore,
in the sun-favored land of his fathers.
"Lists the chief to the cataract's roar
for the mournful lament of the Spirit?"[AJ]
Said Wino