Which stretches away upon either h As far about as my feet can stray In the half of a gentle summer's da From the leaping brook 8 to the river,

And the fair-haired girl, thou hast so of me,

Shall sit in the Sachem's wigwam, be

The wife of Mogg Megone forew

There's a sudden light in the Indi glance,

A moment's trace of powerful fee Of love or triumph, or both percha Over his proud, calm features s ing. "The words of my father are very go He shall have the land, and water, wood;

And he who harms the Sagamore J Shall feel the knife of Mogg Mego But the fawn of the Yengees shall s

And the bird of the clearing shall in my nest."

"But, father!"-and the Indian's h Falls gently on the white man's And with a smile as shrewdly blan As the deep voice is slow and calm "Where is my father's singing-bird The sunny eye, and sunset hair? I know I have my father's word,

And that his word is good and fa But will my father tell me where Megone shall go and look for bride?

For he sees her not by her father's si

The dark, stern eye of Bonython Flashes over the features of M Megone,

In one of those glances which se