Day-yu-da-gont.
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With empty traps the two were left alone,For heartlessness to Day-yu-da-gont shown.They starved and died, and wild birds picked their bones,And He-no[1] strung a necklace of their groans.
"Now I'll become a babe again and cry,And capture me a husband by and by."
Thus Day-yu-da-gont mused. Against a treeShe leaned her cradle where no eye could see.
A trapper and his nephew in those partsThere chanced to live; on them she tried her arts.
Homeward at th' end of a laborious day,With bursting packs they slowly made their way.
While resting from their toil, a sudden cry,As of a child in great distress hard by,
Astonished them. Against a hemlock treeThey found, on searching, something strange to see—
A baby girl, with eyes as bright as stars,Enwrapped in curling bark with twigs for bars.
She smiled, and touched and melted both their hearts;This time successful with her magic arts.The uncle whispered, "Nephew, we shall seeGood luck; we'll hunt and fish, and trap, and she
- ↑ He-no was the Indian Spirit who handled the thunder-bolts and brought the storms.
