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"Sh-sh-sh! . . . Look! . . . Over dere . . . look,my frien'!On Mont du Père . . . he's moving little! . . . ain't? . . .Under dose soft blue blanket she's falling downOn hill and valley! Somebody—somebody's dere! . . .In dose hill of Mont du Pére, sleeping . . . sleeping. . ."
And when the fingers of the sun, lingering,Slipped gently from the marble brow of the glacierPillowed among the clouds, blue-veined and cool,How, one by one, like lamps that flicker upIn a snow-bound hamlet in the valley, the starsLighted their candles mirrored in the waters . . .And floating from the hills of Sleepy-eye,Soft as the wings of dusty-millers flying,The fitful syllables of the Baptism RiverMumbling among its caverns hollowly,Shouldering its emerald sweep through cragged cascadesIn a flood of wafted foam, fragile, flimsyAs luna-moths fluttering on a pool . . .
"Caribou, you hear dat? . . . somebody's dere! . . .Ain't . . . in dose hills of Mont du Père . . . sleeping.Sh-sh-sh! . . . You hear-um? . . . dose far 'way Flute-reed Fall? . . .Somebody's dere in Mont du Père, sleeping . . .Somebody he's in dere de whole night long . . .And w'ile he's sleep, he's talking little . . . talking. . ."
Hush!—don't you hear K'tchée-gah-mée at midnight P—That stretched far out from the banks of Otter-slideTo the dim wet rim of the world—North, East, West?—

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