52/60 The ice was thick, the snow was deep. Smiling Moon turned not from her warm fire as she said: 'The chief is a great warrior, but Smiling Moon is not easily won. Change winter into summer and then Smiling Moon will love him.' "Tarhe cried in a loud voice to the Great Spirit: 'Make me a master.' "A voice out of the forest answered: 'Tarhe, great warrior, wise chief, waste not thy time, go back to thy wigwam.' "Tarhe unheeding cried 'Tarhe wins or dies. Make him a master so that he may drive the ice northward.' "Stormed the wild tempest; thundered the rivers of ice; chill blew the north wind, the cold northwest wind, against the mild south wind; snow-spirits and hail-spirits fled before the warm raindrops; the white mountains melted, and lo! it was summer. |