[AE] Hurra there!
Now afar o'er the plains of the west
walked the sun at the end of his journey,
And forth came the brave and the guest,
at the tap of the drum, for the trial.
Like a forest of larches the hordes
were gathered to witness the contest;
As loud as the drums were their words
and they roared like the roar of the _Ha-ha._
For some for Tamdoka contend,
and some for the fair, bearded stranger,
And the betting runs high to the end,
with the skins of the bison and beaver.
A wife of tall _Wazi-kute_--
the mother of boastful Tamdoka--
Brought her handsomest robe from the _tee_
with a vaunting and loud proclamation:
She would stake her last robe on her son
who, she boasted, was fleet as the _cabri_,
And the tall, tawny chieftain looked on,
approving the boast of the mother.
Then fleet as the feet of a fawn
to her lodge ran the dark-eyed Winona,
She brought and she spread on the lawn,
by the side of the robe of the boaster,
The lily-red mantel DuLuth,
with his own hands, had laid on her shoulders.
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