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As the noise of the troubled ocean, when roll the waves on high. As the last peal of thunder in heaven, such is the din of war! Though Cormac's hundred bards were there to give the fight to song; feeble was the voice of a hundred bards to send the deaths to future times! For many were the deaths of heroes; wide poured the blood of the brave!

Mourn, ye sons of song, mourn the death of the noble Sithallin. Let the sighs of Fiōna rise, on the lone plains of her lovely Ardan. They fell, like two hinds of the desert, by the hands of the mighty Swaran; when, in the midst of thousands, he roared· like the shrill spirit of a storm. He sits dim, on the clonds of the north, and enjoys the death of the mariner. Nor slept thy hand by thy side, chief of the isle of mist!1 many were the deaths of thine arm, Cuthullin, thou son of Semo! His sword was like the beam of heaven when it pierces the sons of the vale; when the people are blasted and fall, and all the hills are burning around. Dusronnal snorted over the bodies of heroes. Sifadda bathed his hoof in blood. The battle lay behind them, as groves cverturned on the desert of Cromla; when the blast has passed the heath, laden with the spirits of night!

Weep on the rocks of roaring winds, O maid of Inistore! Bend thy fair head over the waves, thou lovelier than the ghost of the hills; when it moves, in a sunbeam, at noon, over the silence of Morven! He is fallen! thy youth is low! pale beneath the sword of Cuthullin ! No more shall valor raise thy love to match the blood of kings. Trenar graceful Trenar

1 The Isle of Skye.

died, O maid of Inistore! His gray dogs are howling at home! they see his passing ghost. His bow is in the hall unstrung. No sound is in the hill of his

hinds!

As roll a thousand waves to the rocks, so Swaran's host came on. As meets a rock a thousand waves, so Erin met Swaran of spears. Death raises all his voices around, and mixes with the sounds of shields. Each hero is a pillar of darkness; the sword a beam of fire in his hand. The field echoes from wing to wing, as a hundred hammers that rise, by turns, on the red son of the furnace. Who are these on Lená's heath, these so gloomy and dark? Who are these like two clouds and their swords like lightning above them? The little hills are troubled around; the rocks tremble with all their moss. Who is it but Ocean's son and the carborne chief of Erin? Many are the anxious eyes of their friends, as they see them dim on the heath. But night conceals the chiefs in clouds, and ends the dreadful fight!

GLOOSKAP THE DIVINITY

AN INDIAN MYTH

ADAPTED FROM SCHOOLCRAFT, LELAND, AND OTHERS

BY CHARLES WELSH.

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HE great Lord Glooskap first came into this country by way of Nova Scotia. There were only the small Elves, the little men who dwelt on rocks.

"This is a beautiful earth!" said Glooskap to himself. "There should be men and women to enjoy it!" For Glooskap was a generous Spirit. So Glooskap took his bow and arrows and went out into the forests where the tall trees grow.

"I will make people from the Ash trees!" he said. "And they shall be tall and straight and beautiful as the Ash trees are." Then Glooskap shot his arrow into the tallest Ash tree.

The bark split open, and out of the tree sprang a tribe of tall, straight people, and they were called the tree-men.

Glooskap also made all the animals. But they were at first so very large that Glooskap thought they might harm the men and women he had made.

So he went to the Moose, who was as tall as the clouds, and he said to the Moose, "Moose, what would you do should you see an Indian coming?"

And the Moose replied, "I would pull the trees down upon him."

Then he said to the Squirrel, who was as big as a wolf, "Squirrel, what would you do if you should meet an Indian?"

And the Squirrel answered, "I would scratch the trees down upon him."

Then he asked the great White Bear what he would do if he met an Indian.

And the Bear said, "Eat him."

At which Glooskap sent him to live among rocks and ice where he would see no Indians. "You are all too large and too strong," he said.

So he took the Moose and changed his size so that he was too small to pull down the trees upon the people.

Then he took the Squirrel and changed his size so that he was too small to pull down the trees upon the people.

Then he sent the Moose to the great plains and the Squirrel to the tree tops. And thus the tree-men Glooskap had made were protected from the big beasts.

The great Lord Glooskap, who was worshipped by all the children of light, had a twin brother whose name was Malumsis, or Wolf the Younger, and the Wolf brother was as bad as Glooskap was good.

Now, Glooskap and his brother grew up together and both had charmed lives. There was but one thing that could kill Glooskap, and there was but one thing that could kill the Wolf brother.

Glooskap often wished that he knew what would kill his wicked Wolf brother.

And as though he could read his thoughts, the Wolf

brother said one day to Glooskap, "Tell me, brother, what will kill you, and I will tell you what will kill me."

To test his brother Glooskap said, "Did you ever think you could kill me with the stroke from the feather of an Owl?"

"Now I know your secret," the Wolf said to himself, "and some day I will find an Owl's feather, and will kill you when you are asleep."

"Now tell me what will kill you?" asked Glooskap.

"I can be killed only by a blow from a fern-root," answered the Wolf; for he knew Glooskap would never do him harm.

One day the Wolf was tempted to kill Glooskap, so taking his bow, he shot his arrow at an Owl and killed it. From it he took a feather and waited till he found Glooskap asleep. Then he crept up to him and struck his face with the Owl's feather.

Glooskap waked in great anger, but he said craftily, "Did you think I could be killed with an Owl's feather? Nothing but a blow from a pine-root will kill me."

The Wolf and Glooskap were away into the forest together hunting. One day the Wolf found a pine-root and again he watched till he found Glooskap asleep.

Again he struck his face, but this time with the pine

root.

But Glooskap arose unharmed, and driving his brother away, said, "Did you think that I could be killed with a blow from a pine-root? You will have to try again.”

Glooskap sat down and thought over all that had happened, and said to himself, "If my Wolf brother only knew that I could be killed by a blow from the flowering rush!"

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