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When the blazoned, bird-winged butterflies flap through? It is there that I am going with my camphor, net, and boxes,

To a gentle, yellow pirate that I know To my little wailing lemurs, to my palms and flying-foxes,

For the Red Gods call me out and I must go!

He must go go, etc.

IV

Do you know the world's white roof-tree do you know that

windy rift

Where the baffling mountain-eddies chop and change? Do you know the long day's patience, belly-down on frozen

drift,

While the head of heads is feeding out of range? It is there that I am going, where the boulders and the snow

, lie ' With a trusty, nimble tracker that I know.

I have sworn an oath, to keep it on the Horns of Ovis Poli, And the Red Gods call me out and I must go!

He must go go, etc.

Now the Four-way Lodge is opened now the Smokes of

Council rise

Pleasant smokes, ere yet 'twixt trail and trail they choose Now the girths and ropes are tested: now they pack their last

supplies:

Now our Young Men go to dance before the Trues! Who shall meet them at those altars who shall light them

to that shrine ?

Velvet- footed, who shall guide them to their goal? Unto each the voice and vision: unto each his spoor and

sign

Lonely mountain in the Northland, misty sweat-bath 'neath the Line