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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 death to the lips that betray
is the doom of the swarthy avengers,
And the son of tall _Wazi-kute_
was the chief of the mystical order.
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