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 THE FEET OF THE YOUNG MEN

the Four-way Lodge is opened, now the Hunting Winds are loose—

Now the Smokes of Spring go up to clear the brain;

Now the Young Men's hearts are troubled for the whisper of the Trues,

Now the Red Gods make their medicine again!

Who hath seen the beaver busied? Who hath watched the black-tail mating?

Who hath lain alone to hear the wild-goose cry?

Who hath worked the chosen water where the ouananiche is waiting,

Or the sea-trout's jumping-crazy for the fly?

He must go—go—go away from here!

On the other side the world he's overdue.

'Send your road is clear before you when the old Spring-fret comes o'er you

And the Red Gods call for you!

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