ail._--
--And the river of vengeance chuckled,
Chuckled away to the darkness,--
_But ye have killed where I hunted. I have come to the end of my trail._

_I thank you, braves of the Mohawk, who laid this thief at my feet.
He tore my heart out living, and tossed it his dogs to eat.
Ye have taught him of death in a moment, as he taught me of love in a
day._
--And the river of passion deepened,
Deepened and rushed to the darkness.--
_And yet may a woman requite you, and set your feet on the way._

_For the woman that spits in my face, and the shaven heads that gibe,
This night shall a woman show you the tents of the Huron tribe.
They are lodged in a deep valley. With all things good it abounds.
Where the red-eyed, green-mooned river
Glides like a snake to the darkness,
I will show you a valley, Mohawks, like the Happy Hunting Grounds._

_Follow!_ They chuckled, and followed like wolves to the glittering
stream.
Shadows obeying a shadow, they launched their canoes in a dream.
Alone, in the first, with the blood on her breast, and her milk-white
crown,
She stood. She smiled at them, _Follow_,
Then urged her canoe to the darkness,
And, silently flashing their paddles, the Mohawks followed her down.

* * * * *

And now--as they slid thro' the pine-woods with their peaks of midnight
blue,
She heard, in the broadening distance, the deep sound that she knew,
A mutter of steady thunder that grew as they glanced along;
But ever she glanced before them
And glanced away to the darkness,
And or ever they heard it rightly, she raised her voice in a song:--

_The wind from the Isles of the Blessed, it blows across the foam.
It sings in the flowing maples of the land that was my home.
Where the moose is a morning's hunt, and the buffalo feeds from the
hand._--
And the river of mockery broadened,
Broadened and rolled to the darkness--
_And the green maize lifts its feathers, and laughs the snow from the
land._

The river broadened and quickened. There was nought but river and sky.
The shores were lost in the darkness. She laughed and lifted a cry:
_Follow me! Sa-sa-kuon!_ Swifter and swifter they swirled--
And the flood of their doom went flying,
Flying away to the da