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NEW YORK STATE MUSEUM 



When I lift my hand, the sky opens wide and I waken the sleep- 

 ing Sun, which follows me warm and glad. I touch the earth and 

 it grows soft and gentle, and breathes strong and swift as my 

 South Wind ploughs under the snows to loosen your grasp. The 

 trees in the forest welcome my voice and send out their buds to 

 my hand. When my breezes blow my long hair to the clouds, they 

 send down gentle showers that whisper the grasses to grow. 



I came not to tarry long in my peace talk with you, but to smoke 

 with you and warn you that the sun is waiting for me to open its 

 door. You and North Wind have built your lodge strong, but 

 each wind, the North, and the East, and the West, and the South, 

 has its time for the earth. Now South Wind is calling me; return 

 you to your big lodge in the sky. Travel quick on your way that 

 you may not fall in the path of the Sun. See! it is now sending 

 down its arrows broad and strong! " 



The old man saw and trembled. He seemed fading smaller, and 

 grown too weak to speak, could only whisper, " Young warrior, 

 who are you?" 



In a voice that breathed soft as the breath of wild blossoms, he 

 answered: " I am Go-hay, Spring! I have come to rule, and my 

 lodge now covers the earth ! I have talked to your mountain and 

 it has heard; I have called the South Wind and it is near; the Sun 

 is awake from its winter sleep and summons me quick and loud. 

 Your North Wind has fled to his north sky; you are late in follow- 

 ing. You have lingered too long over your peace pipe and its 

 smoke now floats far away. Haste while yet there is time that 

 you may lose not your trail." 



And Go-hay began singing the Sun song as he opened the door 

 of the lodge. Hovering above it was a great bird whose wings 

 seemed blown by a strong wind, and while Go-hay continued to 

 sing, it flew down to the lodge and folding Gau-wi-di-ne to its 

 breast, slowly winged away to the north, and when the Sun lifted 

 its head in the east, it beheld the bird disappearing behind the far 

 away sky. The Sun glanced down where Gau-wi-di-ne had built 

 his lodge, whose fire had burned but could not warm, and a bed of 

 young blossoms lifted their heads to the touch of its beams. Where 

 the wood and the corn and the dried meat and fish had been heaped, 

 a young tree was leafing, and a bluebird was trying its wings for a 

 nest. And the great ice mountain had melted to a swift running 

 river which sped through the valley bearing its message of the 

 springtime. 



Gau-wi-di-ne had passed his time, and Go-hay reigned over the 

 earth ! 



