LXXII.
“Alone is Waban,” was the sad reply;
“His wife and child have to that country gone
Where go our spirits when our bodies die,
And left thy brother in his lodge alone:
He goes by day to catch the beavers shy,
And sits by night in his still house to moan,
And much ’twould please him should the wanderer come,
And tell him where the loved ones’ spirits roam.”
LXXIII.