Hard by the village of great Wabashaw,[8]
Where through a lake the Mississippi flows;
Far o’er the dwelling of our ancient foes,
The hated Water-Demon[9] and his sons,
Cold, dark and deep the sluggish current runs.
Up from their caverns swarming, when they heard
The rolling signal of the Thunder-Bird,
The Water-Demon and his sons arose,
And answered back the challenge of their foes.
With horns tumultuous clashing like a herd