THE LAY OF SAINT LINGO 



163 



Fled and roared like BuUs of 

 Bashan, 



Fled and hid ttem ia their wig- 

 wams. 

 Soon the Brothers back re- 

 turning, 



BringiQg game and bringing wild 

 flowers, 



Found their Lingo quietlysleeping ; 



Sisters none his swing were rock- 

 ing. 



Much astonished, they betook 

 them 



To the wigwams of the Sisters. 



But had scarce begun to scold 

 them 



Ere they found the tables turned — 



" Pretty fellows are you truly ! 



Thus to leave your wives behind 

 you 



And go hunting ia the forest, 



While your very holy Lingo 



Tries his arts upon our virtue. 



"We have quite made up our 

 minds now 



Not to stay another minute. 



But to take our beds and ward- 

 robes. 



And return to where we came 

 from — 



To our poor deceived Papa ! " 



Then the Brothers said among 

 them — 



" that sinful, wicked Lingo ! 



How the villain has deceived us ! 



When we offered him the fairest. 



No, he wanted none, he told us ; 



Called them sisters, called them 

 mothers ; 



Now to play so mean a trick on 



Us when hunting in the forest ! 



Let us get him to the jungle. 



Kill him there, and pull his eyes 

 out. 



Hares and antelopes we've himted, 



Now we'll hunt our little Lingo. 



Bread or water let us touch not 



Till we've played a game of 

 marbles 



With the eyes of faithless Lingo." 

 Then they went and wakened 



Lingo, 

 Saying, " Rise, our youngest 



brother." 

 And he rose, and wondering asked 



them 

 Why so late they had returned, 

 Bringing nothing from the forest. 

 And they answered, " Lo, a 



Creature, 

 Mighty strong, appeared before us ; 

 And we fought him with our arrows , 

 But this mighty Creature fell not, 

 Neither fled he; come then with 



us." 

 Then rose Lingo, and before them 

 Stalked he on into the forest. 

 To the forest-shade primeval. 

 Looked for traces of the Creature 

 In the grass, among the bushes ; 

 But this mighty Creature saw not. 

 Then they sat them down and 



rested 

 By the Tree called Sarekdta. 

 And the Brothers went for water. 

 Went and pondered how to kill 



him; 

 And returning softly, hidden 

 By the stem of Sarekatd, 

 From their bows four arrows sped 



they. 

 Bulrush shafts, at holy Lingo. 

 SpUt his skull was, pierced his 



neck was. 

 Cleft the liver was of Lingo. 

 Down he dropped, and out his 



life passed. 

 By the Tree called Sarekdtd. 

 Then a knife they took and 



gouged him. 

 Out the eyes they bored of Lingo ; 

 In a hole they put the body ; 

 Strewed it over with some 



branches ; 

 Pulled some leaves and made a 



goblet 

 For the bored-out eyes of Lingo ; 

 Tied it up into a waistcloth, 



