"Notch on the twisted sinew of thy bow
This fatal weapon"--Ou-wee-ne-you[G] cried,
Dropping a golden shaft--"and pierce the foe
Under the rounded scale that wall his side!"
Then vanished, while again the valley wide
And mountain quaked with thunder:--from the ground
The warrior raised the gift of Heaven, and hied
On his heroic mission while around
The hill with closer clasp his train the serpent wound.
[G] Great Spirit.