1 82 NEW YORK STATE MUSEUM 



is carried on in whispers for about 20 minutes; afterward again 

 the darkness and the song continue: 



Hark, the trees bending low, 

 Something is breaking them, 

 Not the strong north wind's hand, 

 Something stalks broad and swift, 

 Snuffing and panting loud ! 



Hark! How the tangles break! 

 Fearless the footfalls pass, 

 Strong trees stretch far apart, 

 Great horns dividing them. 

 (Whip-poor-will chorus) 



The Buck and Doe, with cries enter the room; another rest 

 interval, with smoking and drinking. 

 The song continues: 



How the cold shivers me! 

 No snow is falling now, 

 Where does the sun's fire hide? 

 Something comes roaring loud 

 Swift footed warning me ! 



Its breath blinds the night eyes, 

 Like rainy vapor falls ! 

 Now it walks close to me, 

 Warming and coaxing me, 

 Where the black forest frowns. 

 (Whip-poor-will chorus) 



The Bear and his mate have come and after a rest interval the 

 song goes on: 



How the wind travels now, 

 No one dares run with it. 

 Great trees bend low to it, 

 Rivers fight back to it, 

 Roaring and splashing it ! 



Hear its wings flapping strong 

 Far in the hidden skies! 

 Swift it flies northward high, 

 Whistling and calling loud, 

 Hunting its running prey! 



