“Take back to the traitor his gift again;
Nekama has learned how a pale-face lies!”
Proudly she steps[296] to her light canoe;
Bends her paddle at every stroke;
The graceful bark o’er the waters flew,
Nor wist they a woman’s heart had broke.
Up the mountain[297] Nekama hies;
Stands in the pine tree’s shade again;
Scans the scene with her wide wild eyes;
Moans like a creature in mortal pain.