A Micmac Legend
Gluskâp, the friend and father of his race,
With help in need went journeying three days’ space.
His village slept, and took no thought of harm,
Secure beneath the shadow of his arm.
But wandering wizards watched his outward path,
And marked his fenceless dwelling for their wrath.
They came upon the tempest’s midnight wings,
With shock of thunder and the lightning’s slings,
And flame, and hail, and all disastrous things.