Chapter VI: Part II: (The Wolf and his mate are announced.)
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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!
II
Hark! How the tangles break!
Fearless the footfalls pass,
Strong trees stretch far apart,
Great horns dividing them.
(Whip-poor-will chorus)
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American Indian love lyrics, and other verse, from the songs of the North American IndiansChapter VI: Part II: (The Wolf and his mate are announced.)
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