To the dim moon the gray owl preferred,
from the tree-top, his shrill lamentation,
And around her at midnight she heard
the dread famine-cries of the gray wolves.
In the gloam of the morning again
on the trail of the red-deer she followed--
All day long through the thickets in vain,
for the gray wolves were chasing the roebucks;
And the cold, hungry winds from the plain
chased the wolves and the deer and Winona.
[BJ] Wild-goose
[BK] Medicine-men.
[BL] January.
[BM] February.
[BN] The pheasant feeds on birch-buds in winter. Indians eat them when
very hungry.
In the twilight of sundown she sat
in the forest, all weak and despairing;
Ta-te-psin's bow lay at her feet,
and his otter-skin quiver of arrows
"He promised,--he promised," she said,--
half-dreamily uttered and mournful,--
"And why comes he not? Is he dead?
Was he slain by the crafty Tamdoka?
Must Winona, alas, make her choice--
make her choice between death and Tamdoka?
She will die, but her soul will rejoice
in the far Summer-land of the spirits.
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