A shot rings out in the forest’s side;

Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,

And the Indian hunter views with pride

How his skill as a hunts­man has won its part.

But the Shadow that falls
on the ground below

Foretells the time
when he, too,
shall go.

A shot rings out in the forest’s side;

Its signal of death strikes the Moose King’s heart,

And the Indian hunter views with pride

How his skill as a hunts­man has won its part.

But the Shadow that falls
on the ground below

Foretells the time
when he, too,
shall go.

N a m i n g  t h e  B a b y

by John Harrison.