VIII. HUKWEEM THE NIGHT VOICE. 



W WUKWEEM the loon must go 



i *— — ' i? through the world crying for what 



he never gets, and searching for 



one whom he never finds; for he 



is the hunting-dog of Clote Scarpe. 



So said Simmo to me one night in 



explaining why the loon's cry is so 



wild and sad. 



Clote Scarpe, by the way, is the 

 legendary hero, the Hiawatha of 

 the northern Indians. Long ago he 

 "^ lived on the WoUastook, and ruled 



the animals, which all lived peaceably together, under- 

 standing each other's language, and "nobody ever ate 

 anybody," as Simmo says. But when Clote Scarpe 

 went away they quarreled, and Lhoks the panther and 

 Nemox the fisher took to killing the other animals. 

 Malsun the wolf soon followed, and ate all he killed; 

 and Meeko the squirrel, who always makes all the 

 mischief he can, set even the peaceable animals by the 

 ears, so that they feared and distrusted each other. 



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