STATELY MISS SWAN 
83 
Sleep then our northern isle 
Neath moon's sweet silver smile, 
Sleep, Island, sleep! 
Wake then when spring has come. 
Shake off the ice our home. 
Wake, Island, wake! 
Then it's Hi Away! Hi Away! Whoo-hoop 
away home! 
All the bright night and day; 
Dark mil soon come to stay. 
Then it's Hi away on! 
Just then something happened to spoil their 
fun. Omnok, the Eskimo hunter, was far 
over on the other shore in his kiak, but so 
loudly did Miss Swan trumpet that he could 
hear her over there, and in just a second he 
had his terrible boola balls on their cords, and 
was making his paddle go swish, swish in the 
water right over toward Happy Island. 
“Honk, Honk, Trumpet, Trumpet,” called 
Miss Swan as she sailed along at the head of 
the happy circle. “Honk, Honk, Honk.” 
Then she turned about a point of rock, and 
right there in front of them all was Omnok 
