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 THE FIRST CHANTEY

was the woman to me, darkling I found her;

Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and bound her.

Hot rose her tribe on our track ere I had proved her;

Hearing her laugh in the gloom, greatly I loved her.

Swift through the forest we ran; none stood to guard us,

Few were my people and far; then the flood barred us—

Him we call Son of the Sea, sullen and swollen.

Panting we waited the death, stealer and stolen.

Yet ere they came to my lance laid for the slaughter,

Lightly she leaped to a log lapped in the water; 18