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48 By his side she paddled onward Out upon the limpid waters.

Soon the waves rose up before them Curling, dark and fierce, upon them, Threat'ning both canoes with danger. As the white canoes approached it, Every billow seemed to vanish, Fading as they glided through it, Melting like the mist of morning. For the Master of Life remembered That their lives had both been blameless. He had helped the old and feeble, Many times he shared their burdens, Fed them through the dreary winters, Giving from his corn and venison— Fruits of hunting and of labour— She had cared for little children, Tenderly had loved the orphans, Nursed the wounds of stricken warriors, And had often wept and pleaded,