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If you should speak in the woods
of Amasookit, your words are
clothed with flesh and blood. So
the Indians believed. . . .
It All Came True in the Woods
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
When the Horror passing speech
Hunted us along,
Each laid hold on each, and each
Found the other strong.
In the teeth of things forbid
And reason overthrown,
Helen stood by me, she did,
Helen all alone.
—Rudyard Kipling
Helen took long steps to keep up with her father. Her chubby face, solemn in its pointed blue hood, turned up to him. “What are these woods called, Daddy?” she asked for the fifth time.
“The Indians called them A-ma-soo-kit,” Clay said patiently, blowing out blue smoke on the brisk autumn air. “Can’t you remember, Helen? You’re six now, and you recited 'Horatius’ for the people at the cabin last night.”
“ ‘Horatius’ is easy,” Helen explained,
as her short legs in ski-pants made hoppy
