VIII. HUKWEEM THE NIGHT VOICE. 



UKWEEM the loon must go 

 through the world crying for what 

 he never gets, and searching for 

 one whom he never finds; for he 

 is the hunting-dog of Clote Scarpe. 

 So said Simmo to me one night in 

 explaining why the loon's cry is so 

 wild and sad. 



Clote Scarpe, by the way, is the 

 legendary hero, the Hiawatha of 

 the northern Indians. Long ago he 

 lived on the Wollastook, and ruled 

 the animals, which all lived peaceably together, under- 

 standing each other's language, and "nobody ever ate 

 anybody," as Simmo says. But when Clote Scarpe 

 went away they quarreled, and Lhoks the panther and 

 Nemox the fisher took to killing the other animals. 

 Malsun the wolf soon followed, and ate all he killed ; 

 and Meeko the squirrel, who always makes all the 

 mischief he can, set even the peaceable animals by the 

 ears, so that they feared and distrusted each other. 



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