WOODMYTH & FABLE S-> 



and spears and a sky full of hail; wreck- 

 ing the trees and flowers, smashing the 

 birds, jarring the hills, tilting the lake from 

 end to end so its waters went foaming and 

 racing. Flying coppery fragments in the 

 sky ; cold wmd pursuing the hot wind ; 

 a broad and trampled pathway across 

 all the Chaska-land where the two had 

 united in battle. 



Down, down on all sides fall the 

 shards of the bowl. The blue sky is 

 appearing. Down, down to the margin 

 they fall — and are lost. 



The pent-up rain has been emptied: 

 only the gentle shower of last night is 

 now falling. The frightened lake looks 

 pleasantly blue and rippling. The cool 

 breeze is abroad; and out of a thicket 

 all trampled and smashed by the fighters 



