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unknown wilderness, — everywhere you hear 



him seeking. Even on the seacoast, in 



winter, where he knows Clote Scarpe cannot Tfuktaeem 



be, — for Clote Scarpe hates the sea, — Huk- 9,^-^^t 



weem forgets himself, and cries occasionally 



out of pure loneliness. 



When I asked what Hukweem says when 

 he cries — for all cries of the wilderness 

 have their interpretation— 7 Simmo answered : 

 " Wy, he say two ting. First he say. Where 

 are you 1 O, where are you ? Dass what 

 you call-um his laugh, like he crazee. Denn, 

 wen nobody answer, he say, O, I so sorry, so 

 sorry ! Ooooo-eee ! like woman lost in woods. 

 An' dass his tother cry." 



This comes nearer to explaining the wild 

 unearthliness of Hukweem's call than any- 

 thing else I know. It makes things much 

 simpler to understand, when you are camped 

 deep in the wilderness, and the night falls, 

 and out of the misty darkness under the 

 farther shore comes a wild, shivering call 

 that makes one's nerves tingle till he finds 

 out about it — Where are you ? O, where are 

 you? That is just like Hukweem. 



