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! 



