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Like the reeds in yonder bay!
Hi! Clutch my teepee, bend it
'Till its peak shall scrape the ground!
Hear me! Hear me, ma-ni-do! . . .
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Brokenly, con-
versationally, in
an "aside" to
the audience.
  How! How!
  Behold! my friends, it bends
  Like a lily in the storm!
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To be chanted.
Come ye, spirits three!
Out of the East, out of the West, out of the North!
On the wings of the wind send into my lodge
The lean spirit of a lean coyote—
Of the dying prairie wolf whose whimperings
We followed many sleeps across the desert.
Make him, má-ni-dó, fling up again
His last long mournful wailings
When thirst and hunger clutched
His withered aching throat—
That the old men of my tribe may hear
Again his ghostly callings as of old.
Hear me! Hear me, má-ni-dó! . . .
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Conversa-
tionally in an
"aside".
  How! How!
  Ho! There is a power
  In my precious ratskin!
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To be chanted.
Come ye, spirits three!
Out of the East, out of the West, out of the North!
On the wings of the wind send into this lodge
The spirit of Sings-in-the-Hills