When thou art not pleased, be- Then my heart is sad and darkened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples 66 Smile the cloudless skies above us, But I lose the way of smiling When thou art no longer near me ! "I myself, myself! behold me! Blood of my beating heart, behold me! O awake, awake, beloved! Thus the gentle Chibiabos Saw in all the eyes around him, Very boastful was Iagoo; Would you listen to his boasting, None could run so fast as he could, None could dive so deep as he could, None could swim as far as he could; None had måde so many journeys, None had seen so many wonders, As this wonderful Iagoo, As this marvellous-story-teller ! Thus his name became a byword And a jest among the people; And whene'er a boastful hunter Praised his own address too highly, Or a warrior, home returning, Talked too much of his achievements, All his hearers cried, “Iagoo! Here's Iagoo come among us!" He it was who carved the cradle Of the little Hiawatha, Carved its framework out of linden, Bound it strong with reindeer sin ews; He it was who taught him later And they said, "O good Iagoo, And Iagoo answered straightway, You shall hear a tale of wonder. You shall hear the strange advent ures Of Osseo, the Magician, From the Evening Star descended." XII. THE SUN OF THE EVENING STAR. CAN it be the sun descending 1 The fanciful tradition of the Red Swan may be found in Schoolcraft's Algic Researches, Vol. II., p. 9. Three brothers were hunting on a wager to see who would bring home the first game. "They were to shoot no other animal," so the legend says, "but such as each was in the habit of killing. They set out different ways; Odjibwa, the youngest, had not gone far before he saw a bear, an animal he was not to kill, by the agreement. He followed him close, and drove an arrow through him, which brought him to the ground. Although contrary to the bet, he immediately commenced skinning him, when suddenly something red tinged all the air around him. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was perhaps deceived, but without effect, for the red hue continued. At length he heard a strange noise at a distance. It first appeared like a human voice; but after following the sound for some distance, he reached the shores of a lake, and soon saw the object he was looking for. At a distance out in the lake sat a most beautiful Red Swan whose plumage glittered in the sun, and who would now and then make the same noise he had heard. He was within long bow-shot, and pulling the arrow from the bow-string up to his ear, took deliberate aim and shot. The arrow took no effect; and he shot and shot again till his quiver was empty. Still the swan remained, moving round and round,stretching its long neck and dipping its bill into the water, as if heedless of the arrows shot at it. Odjibwa ran home, and got all his own and his brother's arrows, and shot them all away. He then stood and gazed at the beautiful bird. While standing, he remembered his brother's saying that in their deceased father's medicine-sack where three magic arrows. Off he started, his anxiety to kill the swan overcoming all scruples. At any other time he would have deemed it sacrilege to open his father's medicine-sack; but now he hastily seized the three arrows and ran back, leaving the other contents of the sack scattered over the lodge. The swan was still there. He shot the first arrow with great precision, and came very near to it. The second came still closer; as he took the last arrow, he felt his arm firmer, and drawing it up with vigor, saw it pass through the neck of the swan a little above the breast. Still it did not prevent the bird from flying off, which it did, however, at first slowly, flapping its wings and rising gradually into the air, and then flying off toward the sinking of the sun."-Pp. 10-12, Wounded by the magic arrow, Over it the Star of Evening Melts and trembles through the purple, Hangs suspended in the twilight. This with joy beheld Iagoo 66 Son of the Evening Star, Osseo! Ages nearer the beginning, ters, Tall and lithe as wands of willow; "All these women married war- Married brave and haughty husbands; Only Oweenee, the youngest, "Ah, but beautiful within him pum, Mouldering, crumbling, huge and hollow And Osseo, when he saw it, "Thus Osseo was transfigured, Thus restored to youth and beauty; Handsome men with paint and But alas for good Osseo, feathers, Pointed at her in derision, "Once to some great feast invited, Through the damp and dusk of evening Walked together the ten sisters, Slowly followed old Osseo, "At the western sky Osseo 464 Listen!' said the eldest sister, woodlands Lay an oak, by storms uprooted, 1 The following line is the translation of this. And for Oweenee, the faithful! All the charms of the magicians, All the magic powers of evil; Come to me; ascend, Osseo ! pies, Some were jays and some were mag Others thrushes, others blackbirds; Taste the food that stands be. And they hopped, and sang, and fore you; It is blessed and enchanted, It has magic virtues in it, All your bowls and all your kettles And the kettles shall be silver; They shall shine like shells of scarlet, Like the fire shall gleam and glim mer. "And the women shall no longer Bear the dreary doom of labor, But be changed to birds, and glisten With the beauty of the starlight, Painted with the dusky splendors Of the skies and clouds of evening !" "What Osseo heard as whispers, What as words he comprehended, Was but music to the others, Music as of birds afar off, Of the whip-poor-will afar off, Of the lonely Wawonaissa Singing in the darksome forest. Then the lodge began to tremble, Straight began to shake and tremble, And they felt it rising, rising, And behold the earthen kettles "Then Osseo gazed around him, And he saw the nine fair sisters, All the sisters and their husbands, Changed to birds of various plumage. twittered, Pecked and fluttered all their feathers, Strutted in their shining plumage, And their tails like fans unfolded, "Only Oweenee, the youngest, Was not changed, but sat in silence, Wasted, wrinkled, old, and ugly, Looking sadly at the others; Till Osseo, gazing upward, Gave another cry of anguish, Such a cry as he had uttered By the oak tree in the forest. "Then returned her youth and And her soiled and tattered garments vapor, And amid celestial splendors Forth with cheerful words of Came the father of Osseo, Hang the cage with rods of silver, And the birds with glistening feathers, At the doorway of my wigwam.' "At the door he hung the bird Into birds of various plumage Changed your sisters and their husbands; Changed them thus because they mocked you In the figure of the old man, In the little star that twinkles At his feet fell wounded sorely. "But, O wondrous transforma. tion ! 'T was no bird he saw before him, 'T was a beautiful young woman, With the arrow in her bosom ! 66 When her blood fell on the planet, On the sacred Star of Evening, Broken was the spell of magic, Powerless was the strange enchantment, And the youth, the fearless bowman, Suddenly felt himself descending, Through the vapors, on the left | Held by unseen hands, but sinking hand, Lives the envious Evil Spirit, Who transformed you to an old man. "Many years, in peace and quiet, On the peaceful Star of Evening Dwelt Osseo with his father: Many years, in song and flutter, At the doorway of the wigwam, Hung the cage with rods of silver, And fair Oweenee, the faithful, Bore a son unto Osseo, With the beauty of his mother, And Osseo, to delight him, “Round and round they wheeled Filled the Evening Star with music, With their songs of joy and freedom; Filled the Evening Star with splendor, With the fluttering of their plu mage; Till the boy, the little hunter, Downward through the empty spaces, Downward through the clouds and vapors, Till he rested on an island, "After him he saw descending All the birds with shining feathers, Fluttering, falling, wafted downward, Like the painted leaves of Autumn; And the lodge with poles of silver, With its roof like wings of beetles, Like the shining shards of beetles, By the winds of heaven uplifted, Slowly sank upon the island, Bringing back the good Osseo, Bringing Oweenee, the faithful. Then the birds again transfigured, Reassumed the shape of mortals, Took their shape but not their stat ure ; They remained as Little People, And on pleasant nights of Summer, "Still their glittering lodge is seen On the tranquil Summer evenings, And upon the shore the fisher, Sometimes hears their happy voices, Sees them dancing in the starlight!" When the story was completed, |