Here they tented long and hunted,
Fished the Tah-kee-os-tee stream,
Strolled along the racing river,
Where its rippling waters gleam.
Moons passed on, and yet no greetings
Came to cheer the wandering maid,
Who so long had sought her lover,
Till her hopes began to fade,
And she felt that she must hasten,
Quickly hasten thru the wild,