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42 "Know your passion and your sorrow; "I have helped you on this journey, "I am here to bid you welcome. "She, whom you are seeking after, "Rested with me, way worn, weary, "Rested for her journey onward. "Enter now into my wigwam, "I will answer your enquiries, "Give you guidance for the future.'*

Kindly, then, he led Abeka, Seated him on couch of bearskin, Answered all his eager questions, Told him when his Wabose passed there, How she urgently entreated That she might return to wander Through the forests near Abeka, With the birds to warble to him, With the winds to breathe upon him; Sometimes, in his dreams to tell him All the love she lavished on him.