WOODMYTH & FABLE ^-,o^ 



The Evil One tore up an oak for a 

 club. 



Bang! Baim-iva — again, so the sky 

 was dark with clouds of dust, the gloom 

 and the heat were dreadful, and frightful 

 the swishing of pinions, the eye-flashing 

 glances were fearful, and the fighters were 

 hot-breathed and cold-breathed, as they 

 rumbled and pounded. 



Crack! bang! and the bowl was 

 a-shiver. S^wish, flash, ha-roo! Roll! 

 Roll! BaiM-WA, battler, warrior, fighter! 



Bang! Baim-^wat again and again, and 

 the rain of a month withheld came roar- 

 ing in rivers downward. 



Crack! arrows of light; crash! war- 

 clubs of power, as the two were 

 a-swirl, in the battle, on the hills of 

 the Chaska- water — tossing, dashing, 

 bending the groves ; pelting with arrows 



