--- title: Opening, part 16 — Kulóskap the master, and other Algonkin poems · full text with trees description: Opening, part 16, «Kulóskap the master, and other Algonkin poems»: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: It came in all its horrors, Its eyes were like deep red fire, Its horns rose sharp and high. --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78673/16/) [home](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) / [corpora](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/) / [tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/) / [Kulóskap the master, and other Algonki…](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78673/) / Opening, part 16 # Opening, part 16 Opening, part 16 of «Kulóskap the master, and other Algonkin poems»: the whole text, 140 sentences and 2621 words. The small number after every sentence leads to its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself. **1** [2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78673/16/page/2/) It came in all its horrors, Its eyes were like deep red fire, Its horns rose sharp and high.[1](1/ "tree and pragmatics") It asked him, what he would have?[2](2/ "tree and pragmatics") He answered that his brother Had lost himself in madness, And he fain would cure the youth.[3](3/ "tree and pragmatics") “I will give you what you want,” Answered the Wîwilmekw, “If you are not afraid.”[4](4/ "tree and pragmatics") “I have no fear at all,” The Indian replied, “Of anything that lives.”[5](5/ "tree and pragmatics") “Hast thou no fear of me?”[6](6/ "tree and pragmatics") The Demon Worm inquired.[7](7/ "tree and pragmatics") “No more of thee than I Have of the Michihant, Who is the Devil of all.”[8](8/ "tree and pragmatics") “If you dare take me by My horns,” the fiend replied, “And scrape them with your knife, And lay the scrapings by, Then you may have your wish.”[9](9/ "tree and pragmatics") In truth this Indian was As savage, wild and brave, As was the Devil himself; He had great need indeed To be all that he was; For the Wîwilmekw, Most terrible to see, Grew fiercer than before, Yet the man drew out his knife And boldly scraped away, Until the Demon said: “Now hold\![10](10/ "tree and pragmatics") You have enough.”[11](11/ "tree and pragmatics") “And now go seek your camp, Put half the scrapings then Into a cup half full Of water from the spring, And bid your brother drink!”[12](12/ "tree and pragmatics") “And with the other half?”[13](13/ "tree and pragmatics") The Indian inquired.[14](14/ "tree and pragmatics") “Keep that till you return, Then give it to the girl Who made the trouble--she Needs medicine as well.”[15](15/ "tree and pragmatics") So the man returned to camp And made his brother well.[16](16/ "tree and pragmatics") And when the hunt was o’er They turned them to their home.[17](17/ "tree and pragmatics") There they arrived at night; A great festivity Was stirring all the town, Torches were everywhere, And everywhere the scent Of \_mskîkwul wʾli-mhaskil\_, Which is the perfumed grass Burning intensely sweet.[18](18/ "tree and pragmatics") The dance was going on, So, many were athirst.[19](19/ "tree and pragmatics") And this the hunter knew, The younger of the pair; So he had made a drink Cool, and with honey sweet, Fragrant with pleasant herbs-- A dainty drink indeed-- But, mingled with it all, There lurked a subtle life, The powder from the horn Of the Wîwilmekw.[20](20/ "tree and pragmatics") So thirsty was the witch As she from dancing came, So warm that, when the youth Held out to her the cup, She seized and drank it dry All without giving heed As to what hand had held The cool, refreshing draught; Then turning to the one Who was her partner, she Went on into the dance, And then a wondrous thing Was seen by all therein: For lo! at every turn The maiden older grew, One year for every round; Beginning as a girl In all her freshest youth She at the lodge’s end, Seemed fifty years of age, And still, as she danced on, Added unto her age, Till just as she returned Unto the very place Whence she had come, she fell All dead upon the floor, A little dried-up thing, A wrinkled, wizened squaw, A thing of the last old age Or of a hundred years.[21](21/ "tree and pragmatics") She seized and drank it dry All without giving heed As to what hand had held The cool, refreshing draught.\][22](22/ "tree and pragmatics") There is another Passamaquoddy version of this poem which is hardly less striking in its ending.[23](23/ "tree and pragmatics") The brother, having obtained the scrapings of the horn, merely touches with them a large green beech tree which becomes dead in an instant and then falls to the ground, actually rotten as if it were a century old.[24](24/ "tree and pragmatics") And, when the same powder is given to the witch,[25](25/ "tree and pragmatics") She grew older in an instant, She became very old indeed: A pale color rippled All over her face.[26](26/ "tree and pragmatics") She fell, Looking a hundred years, Dead upon the floor.[27](27/ "tree and pragmatics") Shrivelled and dried as she fell, Then dropped to powder--“She Will trouble you no more.”[28](28/ "tree and pragmatics") Then said the conjurer; “Her dance is over now.”[29](29/ "tree and pragmatics") L.[30](30/ "tree and pragmatics") FOOTNOTES:[31](31/ "tree and pragmatics") \[59\] Long ago in an Indian village.[32](32/ "tree and pragmatics") XIII[33](33/ "tree and pragmatics") A TALE OF THE RIVER-ELVES[34](34/ "tree and pragmatics") \[\_Abenaki\_\][35](35/ "tree and pragmatics") \_Noñwat Manoñuamasak Udainoñ kwaʿliwi kd-odana-na.[36](36/ "tree and pragmatics") \_\[60\][37](37/ "tree and pragmatics") Long ago some River-elves were living near our town.[38](38/ "tree and pragmatics") These Elves would always work at night along the river shore, And fashion little wheels of clay and leave them on the bank.[39](39/ "tree and pragmatics") When these small cakes of clay were fresh some Indians there were Who learned to eat them and to take great pleasure in their taste.[40](40/ "tree and pragmatics") In ancient times--this is the tale which oft was told to me-- An Indian and squaw were out afar in bark canoe When in the current’s swirling waves they right before them saw A wee canoe in which there sat two children, as they thought.[41](41/ "tree and pragmatics") Now these were hideous River-elves, and when they had beheld The Indians, they called to them: “O ye of fairer face And better looks go back,” and then tipped over their canoe, Which, as it rolled, the Indians perceived to be of stone, And nevermore thereafter did they see the River-elves, Who when the loud-voiced Whites had settled all the country-side, Withdrew far up the rushing stream where no canoe may pass Save only stone ones.[42](42/ "tree and pragmatics") Nor again did ever Indian find Those wheels of clay which he of old so dearly loved to eat.[43](43/ "tree and pragmatics") \[61\] P.[44](44/ "tree and pragmatics") FOOTNOTES:[45](45/ "tree and pragmatics") \[60\] Long ago the River-elves were around our town.[46](46/ "tree and pragmatics") \[61\] This song clearly indicates “earth-eating” among the Indians.[47](47/ "tree and pragmatics") It still exists among negroes in the United States.[48](48/ "tree and pragmatics") PART THIRD[49](49/ "tree and pragmatics") =Lyrics and Miscellany=[50](50/ "tree and pragmatics") LYRICS AND MISCELLANY[51](51/ "tree and pragmatics") I[52](52/ "tree and pragmatics") THE SONG OF LAPPILATWAN, THE SINGER IN THE DUSK[53](53/ "tree and pragmatics") \_Piʿche Lappilatwan mechimiu-olamto Wʾtagwsiu-ut msiu sipsis.[54](54/ "tree and pragmatics") \_\[62\][55](55/ "tree and pragmatics") Lappilatwan, fair tree-fungus, From days of old, The ever good-natured, Of all the birds cousin.[56](56/ "tree and pragmatics") Dwelt on the birch-tree; All the birds of the forest, Even the little insects, Even the little worms, Crawled up the great birch To see their good friend.[57](57/ "tree and pragmatics") Thus always at sunset They heard him singing: \_Lappilatwan Wappilatwan Wechkutonébit\_, “Fair tree-fungus, Fair tree-fungus, Sits with mouth open,” The signal song Unto all wood birds, Worms and insects, To go to sleep; So that all the birds, Little worms, little insects, When they heard \_Lappilatwan Wappilatwan\_ Knew he was silent For all the night There where he hung In the cold birch tree, Cold, rough and damp, All night, all day\![58](58/ "tree and pragmatics") All through the year.[59](59/ "tree and pragmatics") But when the day dawns His song rings again; \_Lappilatwan Wechkutonébit\_, “Fair tree-fungus Fair tree-fungus Sits with mouth open.”[60](60/ "tree and pragmatics") Then every bird Every small insect, All creeping things Who heard his song, Knew there was coming A beautiful day: “Let us arise\![61](61/ "tree and pragmatics") The daylight is breaking!”[62](62/ "tree and pragmatics") They rose at his call.[63](63/ "tree and pragmatics") One bright fresh morning, Lively Sexkâtû The flying squirrel Climbed the great birch-tree, And there he found Lappilatwan From a branch hanging, And he thus spoke; “Tell me how long Have you dwelt here?”[64](64/ "tree and pragmatics") “I have lived in this tree Since your great grandfather \_Kʾchî Kʾmûsums\_ Was born on that cedar From which you came Early this morning.”[65](65/ "tree and pragmatics") “But tell me truly, Lappilatwan, How long will you Dwell in this birch-tree?”[66](66/ "tree and pragmatics") “While the birch-tree Sends forth its leaves, While its trunk stands, I will dwell in its branches.”[67](67/ "tree and pragmatics") Sexkâtû the squirrel Wanted that birch-tree For his own home: He would be nesting In that same place.[68](68/ "tree and pragmatics") Thus he then answered: “You have been here Long--and far \_too\_ long.[69](69/ "tree and pragmatics") It is time for you To yield to another: Let me come here!”[70](70/ "tree and pragmatics") Lappilatwan Answered him quietly: “\_Noses\_, ‘my grandchild:’ I cannot go hence.[71](71/ "tree and pragmatics") If I should do so Birds and the insects Could not hear me call.[72](72/ "tree and pragmatics") Could not hear my songs From another tree; You, who are so clever, Far quicker than I am.[73](73/ "tree and pragmatics") You can make your home All over the forest.”[74](74/ "tree and pragmatics") “You must go!” said Sexkâtû, Then he gnawed at the branch; There was the nest Of the Hamw\[´ĕ\]sŭk, Of the stinging wasps, Who came swarming out From their little wigwam; More than a hundred, Flew at Sexkâtû Clung to his back Madly they stung him, Till stunned with their stinging Saucy Sexkâtû Fell to the ground.[75](75/ "tree and pragmatics") Well nigh a-dyin, With stings and with bruises.[76](76/ "tree and pragmatics") **1** [2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78673/16/page/2/) - ← previous: [Opening, part 15](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78673/15/) - next →: [page 2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78673/16/page/2/) - ↑ back to [Kulóskap the master, and other Algonkin poems](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78673/)