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Stye 5tory of Bel(-u;ul{, ttye /}rrou/ 



T was long ago that I first saw light far 

 back before the days when Wenona left her 

 father to go to her mother in the Morning 

 Star. I was a bit of flint rock that for ages 

 had been in the Earth's smelting furnace and 

 afterward imprisoned in a granite cliff, the same 

 cliff from which Wenona took her flight. 



" In those days the Red Brothers of the north 

 roved wild, both east and west, from ocean to 

 ocean, with the Deer and Buffalo. They had 

 neither gun nor sword, knife nor iron, horse nor 

 cow. Their garden was the wild Flower Market, 

 their drink pure water. These were the days of 

 true hunting, before the Stone Giants came, and 

 in the very last of these good days was I made." 



