_An-pe-tu-wee_[70] walked in the west--
to his lodge in the far-away mountains,
And the war-eagle flew to her nest
in the oak on the Isle of the Spirit.[U]
And now at the end of the day,
by the shore of the Beautiful Island,[V]
A score of fair maidens and gay
made joy in the midst of the waters.
Half-robed in their dark, flowing hair,
and limbed like the fair Aphrodite,
They played in the waters, and there
they dived and they swam like the beavers,
Loud-laughing like loons on the lake
when the moon is a round shield of silver,
And the songs of the whippowils wake
on the shore in the midst of the maples.
But hark!--on the river a song,--
strange voices commingled in chorus;
On the current a boat swept along
with DuLuth and his hardy companions;
To the stroke of their paddles they sung,
and this the refrain that they chanted:
"Dans mon chemin j'ai rencontre
Deux cavaliers bien montes.
Lon, lon, laridon daine,
Lon, lon, laridon da."
"Deux cavaliers bien montes;
L'un a cheval, et l'autre a pied.
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