Gazed on the sight, with horror and amaze,
Of Gray Cloud’s lifeless body rolled in blood.
Fast through the village spread the news, and stirred
With mingled fear and wonder all who heard.
The oracles were baffled and dismayed,
And spoke with muffled tones and looks of dread:
“Some envious foeman lurking in the wood,
With medicine more strong than his,” they said,
“Stole in last night and gave the fatal wound.”
The warriors scoured the country miles around,