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The
White Wampum
by
Emily Pauline Johnson
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DAWENDINE
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THERE’s
a spirit on the river, there’s a ghost upon
the shore,
They are chanting, they are singing through the
starlight evermore,
As they steal amid the silence,
And
the shadows of the shore.
You can hear them when the Northern candles light
the Northern
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Those
pale, uncertain candle flames, that shiver, dart
and die,
Those dead men’s icy finger tips,
Athwart
the Northern sky.
You can hear the ringing war cry of a long forgotten
brave
Echo through the midnight forest, echo o’er
the midnight wave,
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And
the Northern lanterns tremble
At
the war cry of that brave. [Page 19]
And you hear a voice responding, but in soft and
tender song;
It is Dawendine’s spirit singing, singing
all night long;
And the whisper of the night wind
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Bears
afar her Spirit song.
And the wailing pine trees murmur with their voice
attuned to hers,
Murmur when they ’rouse from slumber as the
night wind through them
stirs;
And you listen to their legend,
And
their voices blend with hers.
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There was feud and there was bloodshed near the
river by the hill;
And Dawendine listened, while her very heart stood
still:
Would her kinsman or her lover
Be
the victim by the hill?
Who would be the great unconquered? who come boasting
how
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Death?
and show his rival’s scalplock fresh and bleeding
at his belt.
Who would say, “O Dawendine!
Look
upon the death I dealt?” [Page 20]
And she listens, listens, listens—till a war-cry
rends the night,
Cry of her victorious lover, monarch he of all the
height;
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And
his triumph wakes the horrors,
Kills
the silence of the night.
Heart of her! it throbs so madly, then lies freezing
in her breast,
For the icy hand of death has chilled the brother
she loved best;
And her lover dealt the deathblow;
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And
her heart dies in her breast.
And she hears her mother saying, “Take thy
belt of wampum white;
Go unto yon evil savage while he glories on the
height;
Sing and sue for peace between us:
At
his feet lay wampum white,
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“Lest thy kinsmen all may perish, all thy
brothers and thy sire
Fall before his mighty hatred as the forest falls
to fire;
Take thy wampum pale and peaceful,
Save
thy brothers, save thy sire.” [Page
21]
And the girl arises softly, softly slips toward
the shore;
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Loves
she well the murdered brother, loves his hated foeman
more,
Loves, and longs to give the wampum;
And
she meets him on the shore.
“Peace,” she sings, “O mighty
victor, Peace! I bring thee wampum
white.
Sheathe thy knife whose blade has tasted my young
kinsman’s
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Ere
it drink to slake its thirsting,
I
have brought thee wampum white.”
Answers he, “O Dawendine! I will let thy kinsmen
be,
I accept thy belt of wampum; but my hate demands
for me
That they give their fairest treasure,
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Ere
I let thy kinsmen be.
“Dawendine, for thy singing, for thy suing,
war shall cease;
For thy name, which speaks of dawning, Thou shalt
be the dawn of
peace;
For thine eyes whose purple shadows tell of dawn,
My
hate shall cease. [Page 22]
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“Dawendine, Child of Dawning, hateful are
thy kin to me;
Red my fingers with their heart blood, but my heart
is red for thee:
Dawendine, Child of Dawning,
Wilt
thou fail or follow me?”
And her kinsmen still are waiting her returning
from the night,
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Waiting,
waiting for her coming with her belt of wampum white;
But forgetting all, she follows,
Where
he leads through day or night.
There’s a spirit on the river, there’s
a ghost upon the shore,
And they sing of love and loving through the starlight
evermore,
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As they
steal amid the silence,
And
the shadows of the shore. [Page 23]
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