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The Big-water, calm, thick-flecked with the light of starsAs the wind-riffled fur of silver fox in winter . . .The shuffle of the sands in the lapsing tide . . .The slow soft wash of waters on the pebbles . . .
"Sh-sh-sh! . . . Look, Ah-déek! . . . on K'tchée-gah-mée! . . .Somebody—somet'ing he's in dere . . . ain't? . . .He's sleep w'ere black Big-water she's deep . . . Ho! . . .In morning he's jump up from hees bed and raceWit' de wind; but tonight he's sleeping . . . rolling little...Dreaming about hees woman . . . rolling . . . sleeping..."
And later—you recall?—beyond the peaksThat tusked the sky like fangs of a coyote snarling,The full-blown mellow moon that floated upLike a liquid-silver bubble from the waters,Serenely, till she pricked her delicate filmOn the slender splinter of a cloud, melted,And trickled from the silver-dripping edges.Oh, the splendor of that night! . . . The Twin-fox starsThat loped across the pine-ridge . . . Red Ah-núng,Blazing from out the cavern of the gloomLike the smoldering coal in the eye of carcajou . . .The star-dust in the valley of the sky,Flittering like glow-worms in a reedy meadow!
  "Somebody's dere . . . He's walk-um in dose cloud . . .  Look! . . . You see-um? . . . He's mak'-um for hees woman  De w'ile she sleep, dose t'ing she want-um most—  Blue dress for dancing! . . . You see, my frien'? . . . ain't? . . .

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