14. XIV.
“The daughter of the white clay — she has
come to Logoochie, — to Logoochie when he was
suffering.
“She is a good daughter to Logoochie, and
the green spirits who dwell in the forest, they love,
and will honor her.
“They will throw down the leaves before her,
they will spread the branches above her, they will
hum a sweet song in the tree top, when she walks
underneath it.
“They will watch beside her, as she sleeps in
the shade, in the warm sun of the noon-day, —
they will keep the flat viper, and the war rattle,
away from her ear.
“They will do this in honor to Logoochie, for
they know Logoochie, and he loves the pale
daughter. She came to him in his suffering.
“She drew the poison thorn from his foot —
she fled not away when she saw him.
“Speak, — let Logoochie hear — there is sorrow
in the face of the pale daughter. Logoochie
would know it and serve her, for she is sweet in
the eye of Logoochie.”
