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Clear was the sky as a silver shield	A
The bright sun blazed on the frozen field	A
On ice bound river and white robed prairie	B
The diamonds gleamed in the flame of noon	C
But cold and keen were the breezes airy	B
Wa zi ya blew from his icy throne	D
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On the solid ice of the silent river	E
The bounds are marked and a splendid prize	F
A robe of black fox lined with beaver	E
Is hung in view of the eager eyes	F
And fifty merry Dakota maidens	G
The fairest molded of womankind	A
Are gathered in groups on the level ice	H
They look on the robe and its beauty gladdens	H
And maddens their hearts for the splendid prize	H
Lo the rounded ankles and raven hair	I
That floats at will on the wanton wind	A
And the round brown arms to the breezes bare	I
And breasts like the mounds where the waters meet	A
And feet as fleet as the red deer's feet	A
And faces that glow like the full round moon	C
When she laughs in the luminous skies of June	C
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The leaders are chosen and swiftly divide	A
The opposing parties on either side	A
Wiwaste is chief of a nimble band	A
The star eyed daughter of Little Crow	J
And the leader chosen to hold command	A
Of the band adverse is a haughty foe	J
The dusky impetuous Harpstina	C
The queenly cousin of Wapasa	H
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Kapoza's chief and his tawny hunters	H
Are gathered to witness the queenly game	K
The ball is thrown and a net encounters	H
And away it flies with a loud acclaim	K
Swift are the maidens that follow after	E
And swiftly it flies for the farther bound	A
And long and loud are the peals of laughter	E
As some fair runner is flung to ground	A
While backward and forward and to and fro	J
The maidens contend on the trampled snow	J
With loud Iho Ito Iho	L
And waving the beautiful prize anon	J
The dusky warriors cheer them on	J
And often the limits are almost passed	A
As the swift ball flies and returns At last	A
It leaps the line at a single bound	A
From the fair Wiwaste's sturdy arm	M
Like a fawn that flies from the baying hound	A
The wild cheers broke like a thunder storm	N
On the beetling bluffs and the hills profound	A
An echoing jubilant sea of sound	A
Wakawa the chief and the loud acclaim	K
Announced the end of the hard won game	K
And the fair Wiwaste was victor crowned	A
	-
Dark was the visage of Harpstina	J
When the robe was laid at her rival's feet	A
And merry maidens and warriors saw	H
Her flashing eyes and her look of hate	A
As she turned to Wakawa the chief and said	A
The game was mine were it fairly played	A
I was stunned by a blow on my bended head	A
As I snatched the ball from slippery ground	A
Not half a fling from Wiwaste's bound	A
The cheat behold her for there she stands	H
With the prize that is mine in her treacherous hands	H
The fawn may fly but the wolf is fleet	A
The fox creeps sly on Maga's retreat	A
And a woman's revenge it is swift and sweet	A
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She turned to her lodge but a roar of laughter	E
And merry mockery followed after	E
Little they heeded the words she said	A
Little they cared for her haughty tread	A
For maidens and warriors and chieftain knew	J
That her lips were false and her charge untrue	J
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Wiwaste the fairest Dakota maiden	J
The sweet faced daughter of Little Crow	J
To her teepee turned with her trophy laden	J
The black robe trailing the virgin snow	J
Beloved was she by her princely father	E
Beloved was she by the young and old	A
By merry maidens and many a mother	E
And many a warrior bronzed and bold	A
For her face was as fair as a beautiful dream	O
And her voice like the song of the mountain stream	O
And her eyes like the stars when they glow and gleam	O
Through the somber pines of the nor'land wold	A
When the winds of winter are keen and cold	A
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Mah pi ya Du ta the tall Red Cloud	A
A hunter swift and a warrior proud	A
With many a scar and many a feather	E
Was a suitor bold and a lover fond	A
Long had he courted Wiwaste's father	E
Long had he sued for the maiden's hand	A
Aye brave and proud was the tall Red Cloud	A
A peerless son of a giant race	H
And the eyes of the panther were set in his face	H
He strode like a stag and he stood like a pine	J
Ten feathers he wore of the great Wanmdee	A
With crimsoned quills of the porcupine	J
His leggins were worked to his brawny knee	J
The bow he bent was a giant's bow	P
The swift red elk could he overtake	Q
And the necklace that girdled his brawny neck	R
Was the polished claws of the great Mato	A
He grappled and slew in the northern snow	A
Wiwaste looked on the warrior tall	S
She saw he was brawny and brave and great	A
But the eyes of the panther she could but hate	A
And a brave Hohe loved she better than all	S
Loved was Mahpiya by Harpstina	A
But the warrior she never could charm or draw	H
And bitter indeed was her secret hate	A
For the maiden she reckoned so fortunate	A

Hanford Lennox Gordon

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