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 A. Legend of Kanaweola 
 
 (THE [NDIAN NAME OF EI.MIEA. ) 
 
 
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 A D V B i: T [SKI! ASSO01 A T I N , PRINT F. R s 
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 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875, by the 
 
 Author, in the Office of the Librarian of 
 
 Congress, at Washington. 
 
A LEGEND OF KANAWEOLA 
 
 THE HUNTER. 
 
 The day had well nigh passed ; the game 
 Had fled the path the Hunter came. 
 
 A dark-eyed Indian brave was he ; 
 Erect, strong-limbed and fancy-free ; 
 
 Yet many a dusky forest maid 
 
 "Would count the hours the Hunter strayed ; 
 
 And harmless wiles she plied in vain 
 The proud Owenah's love to gain. 
 
 the vision. 
 
 The Hunter, pausing on the hill, 
 Looked down upon a lakelet, still; 
 
 Through trembling leaves it seemed to say, 
 "Come, lonely Hunter, come away ! " 
 
OWEN AH. 
 
 The silent invitation fell 
 Upon a soul that heeded well ; 
 
 And soon he stood amid the brake, 
 Beside the bright-eyed smiling lake. 
 
 Then came a vision to his eyes 
 
 That filled his heart with sweet surprise ; 
 
 For, near him sat a maiden fair, 
 With tender eyes and flowing hair. 
 
 Amid her jetty tresses shone 
 
 A spray of blossoms hanging prone ; 
 
 x4.nd — eloquent of love's intent— 
 Her wistful eyes were on him bent. 
 
 A fallen tree, supplied her seat, 
 
 The wavelets kissed her careless feet ; 
 
 And waiting near, a white canoe 
 Eocked lightly on the waters blue. 
 
 THE PBINCESS SPEAKS. 
 
 Her artless lips disdained control ; 
 
 She spake — in tones that thrilled his soul- 
 
 Her voice was sweet as summer winds, 
 When gently breathing through the pines. 
 
 Its music, none but he had heard — 
 Its sadness all his being stirred. 
 
OWEN AH. 
 
 THE KELEWEE. 
 
 She pitied him who through the day 
 In fruitless chase was doomed to straw 
 
 And pointing, said : " On yonder hill 
 " The game awaits Owenah's will." 
 
 As something quickly past him sped — 
 He turned again, and she had fled. 
 
 The white canoe had left the shore, — 
 He saw the maid that day no more. 
 
 While searching, though he nought could see, 
 A voice cried sharply, " Kelewee." 
 
 Ill-omened bird ! he knew it well, 
 Though now he heeded not its spell. 
 
 It seemed his fate with her's to link, 
 Who sat beside the lakelet's brink. 
 
 Love's dainty cup she brought to him, 
 Though sorrow flushed its golden brim. 
 
 THE WHITE DOE. 
 
 Enwrapt in thought the Hunter stood, 
 His dark eye scanned the upland wood, 
 And there beneath a spreading tree 
 A deer was grazing quietly. 
 
 His foot was swift, his aim was true, 
 And when the fatal arrow flew 
 
O WEN AH . 
 
 A creature fell — he looked, and lo ! 
 His hand had slain a milk-white doe ! — 
 
 Again the strange, portentious cry, 
 Again the shadow flitted by. 
 
 THE OLD LEGEND. 
 
 He now recalled the legend old, 
 So often by his people told, 
 
 Of sweet Newamee's haunted tree, 
 Who dwelt beside the distant sea. 
 
 Of how the lovely Princess came 
 In youthful beauty still the same, 
 
 And with her rounded arms she drew 
 The paddle of her white canoe ; 
 
 And how 'twas said, beneath the wave, 
 Her pathway led through many a cave — 
 
 To where her father's kingdom lay, 
 Toward the sunset — far away. 
 
 THE CHANGE. 
 
 Once would Owenah's voice inspire, 
 The talks beside the council fire ; 
 
 But now he sat with folded arms 
 Nor heeded tales of war's alarms. 
 
WEN A If, 
 
 Nor in the chase his skill essayed, 
 But toward the lakelet ever strayed ; 
 Where oft' a white canoe was seen 
 Enshadowed by surrounding green ; 
 Two occupants — the Indian Brave, 
 And she, the Princess of the Wave. 
 
 THE FAUEWELL. 
 
 The summer moons thus passed away 
 When once he bade the maiden stay. 
 
 " Come home, Newamee, love," he said, 
 " With softest skins my lodge is spread, 
 " And all the tribe shall welcome thee, 
 " The chieftain's daughter from the sea." 
 
 She drew him back with trembling hand- 
 Her bark shot quickly from the strand ; 
 
 Her startled eyes with tears were wet ; 
 She said, " Owenah did forget — 
 
 " Great spirit bids Newamee go ; 
 
 " Keep watch till comes the white canoe." 
 
 THE ELEMEMS. 
 
 The spirit of the storm awoke — 
 Across the lake the thunders broke ; 
 And all the lightnings of the skies 
 Seemed flashing in his wondering eyes. 
 
WEN AH. 
 
 The frail canoe on waves was tost — 
 In a misty shroud her form was lost. 
 
 THE DEATH. 
 
 All saw Owenah's boundless grief, 
 Yet none could give his heart relief ; 
 
 And when for days he came no more, 
 They sought him by the lakelet's shore. 
 
 The white canoe came floating near — 
 For his lifeless form it was a bier ; 
 
 He lay with his face upturned and white — 
 He had gained the hunting grounds that night. 
 
 OWENAH SPRINGS. 
 
 And since that time, new fountains spring 
 On the hillside they bubble and gush and sing ; 
 
 And the Hunter's spirit decends at night, 
 And its vigil keeps till the morning light ; 
 
 And the glow of youth the waters impart, 
 And give joy anew to the saddened heart. 
 
 So the Indians gave them Owenah's name, 
 For his heart had glowed with a holy flame ; 
 
 For the Princess he loved was of heavenly birth, 
 And his soul was pure from the taint of earth. 
 
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