--- title: Opening, part 17 — Kulóskap the master, and other Algonkin poems · full text with trees description: Opening, part 17, «Kulóskap the master, and other Algonkin poems»: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: “Fly!” he cried, “For our foes are coming! --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78673/17/) [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 17 # Opening, part 17 Opening, part 17 of «Kulóskap the master, and other Algonkin poems»: the whole text, 111 sentences and 2534 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/pg78673/17/page/2/) “Fly!” he cried, “For our foes are coming\![1](1/ "tree and pragmatics") Up from the Southland, The home of Summer!”[2](2/ "tree and pragmatics") Even as he spoke The sweat dropped from him His face grew thin, His feet seemed smaller: “I feel them coming\![3](3/ "tree and pragmatics") Fly to the battle!”[4](4/ "tree and pragmatics") The mighty wind-giants Flew to the fight, Great snow-flakes And heavy hail-stones Met and melted With the great rain-drops; Winds were loud roaring, Thunder pealing, Tempest fighting tempest, Storm against storm; The drops of sweat Grew ever bigger On Pûn’s cheeks; On Nipon’s head The hair grew whiter; Louder and louder The winds were blowing, Snow was falling, Thicker and thicker, But the driving rain And the mild south winds Were ever warmer And bigger the drops Grew on Pûn’s face; His strength had left him.[5](5/ "tree and pragmatics") Down he fell And in his falling A leg was broken:[6](6/ "tree and pragmatics") “Lo, I must perish If this lasts longer, Set Nipon free\![7](7/ "tree and pragmatics") She it is Who has brought this trouble And made this battle.[8](8/ "tree and pragmatics") By my own prisoner I have been conquered.[9](9/ "tree and pragmatics") Set Nipon free!”[10](10/ "tree and pragmatics") At the word spoken, Even in the instant, The winds were silent.[11](11/ "tree and pragmatics") Snow and rain ceased.[12](12/ "tree and pragmatics") Turning her back To the Laʿtogwesnuk And Pûn the winter, Weary Nipon Set out on her journey.[13](13/ "tree and pragmatics") Old she was, old As she bore from the North In her white hair The hue of its snows, In her tottering weakness Its chilling frosts.[14](14/ "tree and pragmatics") Many moons passed, Still she travelled; The sun grew warmer, Days and shadows Were ever longer; The air was softer; Greener and greener Grew the mountains; Freer from ice Rivers were rushing; Lakes were shining In the sunlight; Flowers were unfolding To the warm breezes.[15](15/ "tree and pragmatics") Weary Nipon Was weary no longer; Her heart grew lighter, Her hair grew darker, Her face was fairer, Brighter and younger, Thus becoming All she had been In her early beauty.[16](16/ "tree and pragmatics") Then the butterflies Knew her again, And fluttered round her, And all the flowers Greeted with perfume In scent-voices As she went past.[17](17/ "tree and pragmatics") On she went To the grandmother’s wigwam, To old Kʾmēwun.[18](18/ "tree and pragmatics") As she drew near The clouds grew thicker; Rain-winds were blowing, Rain-drops falling, Showers pelting, Torrents pouring, Thunder roaring round: Still she went on, Her path lit By wild lightning, Till in the midst Where the clouds were darkest She found the wigwam And entered the door.[19](19/ "tree and pragmatics") There as if dying Lay Kʾmēwun The ancient Rain-mother, Weaker and older, And worn and weary.[20](20/ "tree and pragmatics") “Thou, my daughter!”[21](21/ "tree and pragmatics") She said to Nipon, “Hast well-nigh killed me\![22](22/ "tree and pragmatics") By disobedience Thou hast brought suffering On me and all things.[23](23/ "tree and pragmatics") But for my battle With Pûn the winter All life had perished: Never again though, While life is in me Can I venture On such a struggle\![24](24/ "tree and pragmatics") Be this thy warning\![25](25/ "tree and pragmatics") Else will Pûn, The cruel winter, Conquer all things And ice and snow For ever and ever Cover the world.”[26](26/ "tree and pragmatics") L.[27](27/ "tree and pragmatics") FOOTNOTES:[28](28/ "tree and pragmatics") \[63\] Long ago a fair woman named Nipon always lived near the sun.[29](29/ "tree and pragmatics") III[30](30/ "tree and pragmatics") THE SCARLET TANAGER AND THE LEAF[31](31/ "tree and pragmatics") \[\_Passamaquoddy\_\][32](32/ "tree and pragmatics") \_Piche yut kʾchî wachok nit wigit welitasit mipis.[33](33/ "tree and pragmatics") \_\[64\][34](34/ "tree and pragmatics") In the earliest time on the greatest mountain Lived merry Mĭpis, the Little Leaf; When spring is coming and sunlight is shining He climbs a tree, and there, all summer, Dressed in green he rocks in the branches, Listens all day to the birds and the breezes, And goes to sleep to the song of the owl.[35](35/ "tree and pragmatics") When fall is coming and days are shorter, Mĭpis dresses himself in scarlet; Glad and gay in the Indian Summer; But as the nights grow cold and longer, He puts on a coat of brown or yellow, Curls himself up like a bear for winter, Lets go his hold and falls to the ground; There he sleeps, all under the snow-drift Till he hears in the spring the blue-bird calling, And the stream fighting its enemy ice-- Carrying proudly in pieces as prisoners The foe which kept it a frozen captive, All the winter under its wigwam.[36](36/ "tree and pragmatics") Then little Mĭpis, the Leaf, awaking, Dresses in green and climbs in the sunshine, Up through a tree, and upon the branches, Lives as he did the summer before.[37](37/ "tree and pragmatics") Merry Mĭpis on a bright May morning Was stretching himself in the warm sunshine When he heard afar a wonderful music, A sound like a flute and the voice of a maiden, Rippling melodies melting in one.[38](38/ "tree and pragmatics") Never before had he heard such singing; Then looking up he beheld before him A beautiful merry little bird-girl, Dressed in garments of brilliant scarlet, Just like his own in the Indian Summer.[39](39/ "tree and pragmatics") “O fairest of small birds!” said merry Mĭpis; “Who are you, and what is your name?”[40](40/ "tree and pragmatics") Thus she answered: “I am Squʿtes: The Little Fire.[41](41/ "tree and pragmatics") When I fly in the forest And meet in my way a bar of sunshine, I look as I enter and leave the shadow Like a red flame which leaps up in darkness, And then falls asleep in the night again.[42](42/ "tree and pragmatics") I have lived in the deep green forest, Even as you have, for many ages, Singing my songs to Kʾmûsomsʾn Unto our Father the mighty mountain, And because he well loved my music, For a reward he sent me hither To seek a youth whose name is Mĭpis, Whom he wills that I should wed. And as I think, and hope as I think it, You are truly the one whom I seek.”[43](43/ "tree and pragmatics") Little Leaf listened in silence Being by nature very cunning, Trained to suspicion from his childhood; Thus his grandmother ever taught him: “My child--beware of all living creatures, Even the very smallest insect May eat your life out.[44](44/ "tree and pragmatics") A worm so little That it can pass through the prick of a needle Even as a rabbit runs through a valley, Or as a fish swims free up a river, May cut your stem or blight your beauty; Anything living may be your death.”[45](45/ "tree and pragmatics") So to Squʿtes, Mĭpis listened, Charmed with her beauty yet still mistrusting, Liking her look yet deeply doubting, Wondering whether this lovely creature Was truly a friend or a false-hearted foe.[46](46/ "tree and pragmatics") Beautiful Squʿtes, never heeding What the Leaf thought, began to warble; Pouring out in the pleasant sunshine Her morning song.[47](47/ "tree and pragmatics") As Mĭpis listened To the melodious trill, he melted; For the sweet tune filled all the forest, Every leaf on the tree was listening, Branches were waving in keeping cadence, Even the busy ants stopped running, The butterfly sat on a flower to hear; And as the music grew tender and stronger, And as in one long soft note it ended, Little Leaf said to her: “Be my own!”[48](48/ "tree and pragmatics") So in the greenwood they lived together; Other singers often assembled, Other birds were often about them, Coming to see the beautiful stranger, Longing to try with hers their voices, But at every trial the Little Fire Flew in her melody far above them, Even as she went beyond them in beauty.[49](49/ "tree and pragmatics") One morning Squʿtes sang to the Leaf: “Let us go and visit Kʾmûsomsʾn Our mighty grandfather--the Mountain: He made us happy--let us thank him!”[50](50/ "tree and pragmatics") So the little Squʿtes and Mĭpis Went like a flame through the shades of the forest, Till they came to the cave of the grandsire.[51](51/ "tree and pragmatics") Glad the grandfather was when he saw them\![52](52/ "tree and pragmatics") Thus he spoke unto them--“\_Nosesak\![53](53/ "tree and pragmatics") \_ Grandchildren\![54](54/ "tree and pragmatics") Heed well what I tell you\![55](55/ "tree and pragmatics") While you live never leave the mountain\![56](56/ "tree and pragmatics") While you are here you are always in safety: But when away from it, ever in danger From one who is ever seeking to kill you: The little Indian boy Monimques, Who, armed with a terrible bow and arrows, Shoots all the little birds of the forest, And carries them home to old Monimques, Who roasts them all in the fire and eats them.[57](57/ "tree and pragmatics") Even worse is another foeman, A dreadful little boy who is flying All the time over rivers and valleys, Aplasemwesit, the Little Whirlwind, Who never rests.[58](58/ "tree and pragmatics") He is always trying To blow the leaves away from the branches, And drives them headlong, in flocks together, To his grandfather the terrible Tempest, The great wild Whirlwind who kills them all.”[59](59/ "tree and pragmatics") **1** [2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78673/17/page/2/) - ← previous: [Opening, part 16](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78673/16/) - next →: [page 2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78673/17/page/2/) - ↑ back to [Kulóskap the master, and other Algonkin poems](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg78673/)