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Far rolling away to the north, and the south,
lay the emerald prairies,
All dotted with woodlands and lakes,
and above them the blue bent of ether.
And here where the dark river breaks into spray
and the roar of the _Ha-Ha_, [76]
Where gathered the bison-skin _tees_[F]
of the chief tawny tribe of Dakotas;
For here, in the blast and the breeze,
flew the flag of the chief of _Isantees_, [86]
Up-raised on the stem of a lance--
the feathery flag of the eagle.
And here to the feast and the dance,
from the prairies remote and the forests,
Oft gathered the out-lying bands,
and honored the gods of the nation.
On the islands and murmuring strands
they danced to the god of the waters,
_Unktehee_, [69] who dwelt in the caves,
deep under the flood of the _Ha-Ha_; [76]
And high o'er the eddies and waves
hung their offerings of furs and tobacco,[G]
And here to the Master of life--
_Anpe-tu-wee_, [70] god of the heavens,
Chief, warrior, and maiden, and wife,
burned the sacred green sprigs of the cedar. [50]
And here to the Searcher-of-hearts--
fierce _Ta-ku Skan-skan_, [51] the avenger,
Who dwells in the uppermost parts of the earth,
and the blue, starry ether,
Ever watching, with all-seeing eyes,
the deeds of the wives and the warriors,
As an osprey afar in the skies,
sees the fish as they swim in the waters,
Oft spread they the bison-tongue feast,
and singing preferred their petitions,
Till the Day-Spirit[70] rose in the East--
in the red, rosy robes of the morning,
To sail o'er the sea of the skies,
to his lodge in the land of the shadows,
Where the black-winged tornadoes[H] arise,
rushing loud from the mouths of their caverns.
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