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WOODMYTH & FABLE 



again. There was fear on the camp in 

 the morning. 



The spruce-spires made uneasy sounds. 

 A going there was in the tree-tops; a 

 shivering sound in the aspens. And the 

 hard white clouds above bumped together 

 like ice-chunks in the spring flood of 

 Assiniboinisipi. 



The loud trumpeters crossed the sky; 

 the squawkers were squawking; the rum- 

 blers were rumbling; a thousand added 

 to the clamor born of the fear that was 

 bom of the clamor. 



"The White foe comes; we are as 

 the brood of Shesheep when Wah-gush 

 finds them afoot and a mile from the 

 water. We are caught unready." 



There was confusion and panic — till 

 Ninna-bo-jou was apprised, and, vexed 

 at their fear, proclaimed: '*I alone plan 



