6 JOHN EEADE : 



two girls jumped into their canoe and paddled off. She called to them, but they would not come back. 

 Then she knew their intention, and from a rock on the island she watched them disappear from view. 

 After she could see them no more, she began to cry, and sang this song: — 



Now I am left on this lonely island to die — ■ 



No one to hear the sound of my voice. 



Who will bury me when I die ? 



Who will sing my death-song for me ? 



My false friends leave me here to die alone ; 



Like a wild beast, I am left on this island to die. 



I wish the wind spirit would carry my cry to my love ! 



My love is as swift as the deer; he would speed through the forest to find me ; 



Now I am left on this lonely island to die. 



1 wish the spirit of air would cany my breath to my love. 



My love's canoe, like the sunlight, would shoot through the water to my side; 



But I am left on this lonely island to die, with no one to pity me but the little birds. 



My love is brave and strong; but, when he hears my tate, his stout heart will break ; 



And I am on this lonely island to die. 



Now the night comes on, and all is silent but the owl. He sings a mournful song to his 



mate, in jwty for me. 

 I will try to sleep. I wish the night spiiit to hear my song; he will tell my love of mj' 



fate; and when I awake, I shall see the one I love. 

 I am on this lonely island to die. 



That same night, the young man di'eamed of being on the back of Culloo (a mythical bird of 

 huge proportions), and carried up to a height where he could see the whole world. On one of the 

 islands he saw his love sleeping on a rock. The next moining he took his canoe and paddled to the 

 island which he had seen in his di-cam, and there found the girl of his choice. Thej' went back to 

 the tiibe, and were married as soon as the feast could be prejjared. The two girls that carried her 

 away, left the country and were never heard from. 



S0N(3. No. 2. 



Come, my moo sarge,^ let us go uj) that shining mountain, and sit together on that shining- 

 mountain ; there we will watch the beautiful sun go down from the shining mountain. 



There we will sit, till the beautiful night traveller'' arises above the shining mountain; 

 we will watch him, as he climbs to the beautilul skies. 



We will also watch the little stars following their chief. 



We will also watch the northern lights playing their game of ball in their cold, shiny 

 country. 



There we will sit, on the beautiful mountain, and listen to the thunder (Badankac) beating 

 his drum. 



We will see the lightning when she lights her pipe. 



We will seethe great whirlwind running a race with betchi-vesay (squall). 



There we will sit, 'till eveiy living creature feels like sleeping. 



' Loved one," tr. ^ i. e., Evening star. 



