We clustered close, on sullen wings outspread;
And sometimes, with a momentary chill,
A giant shadow swept o’er plain and hill,—
A Thunder-Bird careering overhead,
Seeking the track by which the foe had fled.
While thus we hovered motionless, the sun
Adown the west his punctual course had run,
When lo, two shining points far up the stream
That split the prairie with a silver seam,—
The fleeing Water-Demon and his son;