Then the young boy, wrung with pain,
Weak from nature’s overstrain,
Faltering, moaned a low complaint,
“Spare me, father, for I faint!”
But the chieftain, haughty-eyed,
Hid his pity in his pride.
“You shall be a hunter good,
Knowing never lack of food;
You shall be a warrior great,
Wise as fox and strong as bear;