FROM A CANOE
MOORED IN THE SHADOWS Greetings, Great Chief! From out the gloomy forest, led by your cheery welcome, I come again to warm my hands at your friendly fire. I watch you inscribe a new name on the Totem Pole. I see the new brave, Blue Shadows, flitting through the forest with a glad light in her eyes. Overhead there gleams a red star, friendly and twinkling—the little faithful one of the great steadfastness and splendid courage. A light breeze caresses the earth. Whispering Tree bows her head with a contented sigh. A silver ripple sways my canoe, and slips away. Thud!! Thud! Thud! Perhaps that is Big Brown Bear, and, with him, Travelling Bear. Another breeze ripples the lake. That is Way of the Wind. The lake laps the side of my craft:, and I listen to the voice of Crooning Waters. A shadow slips by. Grey Wolf creeps to the warmth of the fire. Little Buffalo ambles clumsily in the rear. The Chief has called, and the wandering ones draw nearer the place of friendship. As do I! NIGHT HERON.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 101, 20 July 1927, Page 12
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184FROM A CANOE Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 101, 20 July 1927, Page 12
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