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CHIPPEWA MONOLOGUES
Chanting
ceases. With
dramatic force
slightly re-
pressed, and
wailing.
But the clashing iron axes,
The rumblings of the waters,
And the cursings in the timber on the shore. . . .
ceases. With
dramatic force
slightly re-
pressed, and
wailing.
But the clashing iron axes,
The rumblings of the waters,
And the cursings in the timber on the shore. . . .
"Ai-yee! He hurls his balls of fire,
Fiercely crashing in the timber,—
In the timber
There is Death!
Fiercely crashing in the timber,—
In the timber
There is Death!
"O pity me!
"Ai-yee! He lashes at his clouds,
At his frightened shivering clouds,
With his whips
Of cracking wind!
At his frightened shivering clouds,
With his whips
Of cracking wind!
"O pity me!
"Ai-yee! He lunges with his spear,
With his double-lightning spear,
At the trembling
Little Chée-mon!
With his double-lightning spear,
At the trembling
Little Chée-mon!
"O pity me! . . .
O pity me! . . ."
O pity me! . . ."
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Look! He plunges at the wailing 'Cheebway—
Look!—With crazy hands of crazy-waters! . . .
Look!—With crazy hands of crazy-waters! . . .
