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V.
Now the days began to run more
swiftly than the tide along the tawny beach; and the nights, star-dusted
and blue, came and vanished and returned, only to exhale at dawn like perfume
from a violet.
They counted hours as they counted
the golden bubbles, winking with a million eyes along the foam-flecked
shore; and the hours ended: and began, and glimmered, iridescent, and ended
as bubbles end in a tiny rainbow haze.
There was still fire in the world;
it flashed up at her touch and where she chose. A bow strung with the silk
of her own hair, an arrow winged like a sea bird and tipped with shell,
a line from thc silver tendon of a deer, a hook of polished bone-these
were thc mysteries he learned, and learned them laughing, her silken head
bent close to his.
The first night that the bow
was wrought and the glossy string attuned, she stole into the moonlit forest
to the brook; and there they stood, whispering, listening, and whispering,
though neither under-stood the voice they loved.
In the deeper woods, Kaug, the
porcupine, scraped and snuffed. They heard Wabóse, the rabbit, pit-a-pat,
pit-a-pat, loping across dead leaves in the moonlight. Ske~-skah, the wood-duck,
sailed past, noiseless, gorgeous as a floating blossom.
Out on the ocean's placid silver,
Shinge-bis, the diver, shook the scented silence with his idle laughter,
till Kay-óshk, the gray gull, stirred in his slumber. There came
a sudden ripple in the stream, a mellow splash, a soft sound on the sand.
"1hó! Behold!"
"I see nothing."
The beloved voice was only a
wordless melody to her.
"1hó! Ta-hinca, the red
deer! E-hó! The buck will follow!"
"Ta-hinca," he repeated, notching
the arrow.
"E-tó! Ta-mdóka!"
So he drew the arrow to the head,
and the gray gull feathers brushed his ear, and the darkness hummed with
the harmony of the singing string.
Thus died Ta-mdóka, the
buck deer of seven prongs.
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