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Urban Myths

the white stone canoe

Thus Abeka learned the secret Of those weird and mystic visions, That had filled his mind with wonder— Hope and wonder, strangely blended. They felt that the very air was food. Leave it here with your bow and arrows, your bundle, and your dog. But their power to help is measured By the love we bear our fellows, By the kindness of our actions, And our sympathy for sorrow. His heart was already dead within him.

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The white stone canoe : a legend of the Ottawas (Book, 1885) [casuallivingresourceguide.com]

the white stone canoe

They at once pushed out from shore and began to cross the lake. They felt that the very air was food. You stand upon its borders, and my lodge is the gate of entrance. It was the fancy work of a dream, and he was still in the bitter land of snows, and hunger, and tears. They wandered together over the blissful fields, where everything was formed to please the eye and the ear.

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Urban Myths

the white stone canoe

They felt that the very air was food. Clad in robes of blackest sable, At a wigwam's open doorway, Stood a form of giant stature; Hoary locks in snowy whiteness Floated, cloudlike, down his shoulders; Fiercely burned his fiery eyeballs, Piercing through Abeka's bosom, Reading every thought within him. “I have expected you,” he replied, “and had just risen to bid you welcome to my abode. He immediately entered the canoe, and took the paddles in his hands, when to his joy and surprise, on turning round, he beheld the object of his search in another canoe, exactly its counterpart in everything. As a reproduction of a historical artifact, this work may contain missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc.

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Reading Asses: The White Stone CANOE

the white stone canoe

I think that plumage means colourful and radiance. From the hour she was buried, there was no more joy or peace for him. From The Myth of Hiawatha, and Other Oral Legends of the North American Indians. Return to your people and accomplish the duties of a good man. And he heard, with deep emotion, Why the White Dove hovered round him, In his fasts and in his vigils, Stirred his thoughts, and shaped his fancies, Till she led him through the forest, Toward the land of Souls and Shadows. Animals bounded across his path, with a freedom and a confidence which seemed to tell him there was no blood shed here. I think that he will find his loved one, the young woman who was to be his wife before she died and they will be reunited.

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Public Domain Poetry

the white stone canoe

Leave it here with your bow and arrows, your bundle, and your dog. But they saw many others struggling and sinking in the waves. The duties for which I made you, and which you are to perform, are not yet finished. Floating on the crystal waters, A canoe of dazzling whiteness, Fashioned out of purest White Stone, Waited, ready for Abeka. You will find them safe on your return. She whom you seek, passed here but a few days since, and being fatigued with her journey, rested herself here.

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The white stone canoe (1885 edition)

the white stone canoe

The woods and leaves, and streams and lakes, were only more bright and comely than he had ever witnessed. This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. They were, in fact, but the souls or shadows of material trees. This work was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. Old men and young men, males and females, of all ages and ranks, were there; some passed, and some sank. Why do you think the author does not give the young man a name? From the hour she was buried, there was no more joy or peace for him. Now Abeka's footsteps quickened, For he saw a well worn pathway Through a grove of giant pine trees— Just as promised by traditions, Old traditions of his people, Coming from the distant ages, When the souls of the departed Held communion still with mortals.

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the white stone canoe

the white stone canoe

Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. I think the author does not give him a name because it does not matter what his name was what matters is his tale, the story he wants to tell. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant. What is the story trying to tell us? The duties for which I made you, and which you are to perform, are not yet finished. But no sooner was one wreath of foam passed, than another, more threatening still, rose up. He pushed aside both his war-club and his bow and arrows. There were no tempests-there was no ice, no chilly winds-no one shivered for the want of warm clothes: no one suffered hunger-no one mourned for the dead.

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The white stone canoe : a legend of the Ottawas...

the white stone canoe

It is the land of souls. Every whisper of the breezes, Stirred the blood of young Abeka, When he wandered with his Wabose, Through the shadows of that forest, In the fulness of the summer, Breathing words of love and gladness. The woods and leaves, and streams and lakes, were only more bright and comely than he had ever witnessed. When he had travelled half a day's journey, through a country which was continually becoming more attractive, he came to the banks of a broad lake, in the centre of which was a large and beautiful island. There were problems just in the fact of the unknown, that he had no idea what he was getting into or doing. As well as the fact that birds often are very colourful and radiant in their wings and body. According to tradition, the Great Peacemaker was the founder of the Haudenosaunee, commonly called the.

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