--- title: The Legend. — Legends of the Northwest · full text with trees description: The Legend., «Legends of the Northwest» by Hanford Lennox Gordon: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: Tall was young Wanâta, stronger than Heyóka's [16] giant form. --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/17/) [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/) / [Legends of the Northwest](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/) / The Legend. # The Legend. The Legend. of «Legends of the Northwest» by Hanford Lennox Gordon: the whole text, 51 sentences and 1146 words. The small number after every sentence leads to its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself. Tall was young Wanâta, stronger than Heyóka's \[16\] giant form.[1](1/ "tree and pragmatics") Laughed at flood and fire and hunger, faced the fiercest winter storm.[2](2/ "tree and pragmatics") When Wakínyan \[32\] flashed and thundered, when Unktéhee raved and roared, All but brave Wanâta wondered, and the gods with fear implored.[3](3/ "tree and pragmatics") When the war-whoop wild resounded, calling friends to meet the foe, From the teepee swift he bounded, armed with polished lance and bow.[4](4/ "tree and pragmatics") In the battle's din and clangor fast his fatal arrows flew, Flashed his fiery eyes with anger,--many a haughty foe he slew.[5](5/ "tree and pragmatics") Hunter, swift was he and cunning, caught the beaver, slew the bear, Overtook the roebuck running, dragged the panther from his lair.[6](6/ "tree and pragmatics") Loved was he by many a maiden; many a dark eye glanced in vain; Many a heart with sighs was laden for the love it might not gain.[7](7/ "tree and pragmatics") So they called the brave "Ska Câpa"; \[a\] but the fairest of the band-- Moon-faced, meek Anpétu-Sâpa--won the hunter's heart and hand.[8](8/ "tree and pragmatics") \[a\] Or Capa Ska--White beaver.[9](9/ "tree and pragmatics") White beavers are very rare, very cunning and hard to catch.[10](10/ "tree and pragmatics") From the wars with triumph burning, from the chase of bison fleet, To his lodge the brave returning, spread his trophies at her feet.[11](11/ "tree and pragmatics") Love and joy sat in the tepee; him a black-eyed boy she bore; But alas, she lived to weep a love she lost forevermore.[12](12/ "tree and pragmatics") For the warriors chose Wanâta first Itâncan \[a\] of the band.[13](13/ "tree and pragmatics") At the council-fire he sat a leader loved a chieftain grand.[14](14/ "tree and pragmatics") Proud was fair Anpétu-Sâpa, and her eyes were glad with joy; Proud was she and very happy, with her chieftain and her boy.[15](15/ "tree and pragmatics") But alas, the fatal honor that her brave Wanâta won, Brought a bitter woe upon her,--hid with clouds the summer sun For among the brave Dakotas, wives bring honor to the chief.[16](16/ "tree and pragmatics") On the vine-clad Minnesota's banks he met the Scarlet Leaf.[17](17/ "tree and pragmatics") Young and fair was Apè-dúta \[b\]--full of craft and very fair; Proud she walked a queen of beauty with her wondrous flowing hair.[18](18/ "tree and pragmatics") In her net of hair she caught him--caught Wanâta with her wiles; All in vain his wife besought him--begged in vain his wonted smiles.[19](19/ "tree and pragmatics") Apè-dúta ruled the teepee--all Wanâta's smiles were hers; When the lodge was wrapped in sleep a star \[c\] beheld the mother's tears.[20](20/ "tree and pragmatics") Long she strove to do her duty for the black-eyed babe she bore; But the proud, imperious beauty made her sad forevermore.[21](21/ "tree and pragmatics") Still she dressed the skins of beaver, bore the burdens, spread the fare; Patient ever, murmuring never, while her cheeks were creased with care.[22](22/ "tree and pragmatics") \[a\] E-tan-can--Chief.[23](23/ "tree and pragmatics") \[b\] A-pe--leaf,--duta--Scarlet,--Scarlet leaf.[24](24/ "tree and pragmatics") \[c\] Stars, the Dakotas say, are the faces of departed friends and relatives on earth.[25](25/ "tree and pragmatics") In the moon Magâ-o-Kâda, \[71\] twice an hundred years ago-- Ere the "Black Robe's" \[a\] sacred shadow stalked the prairies' pathless snow Down the swollen, rushing river, in the sunset's golden hues, From the hunt of bear and beaver came the band in swift canoes.[26](26/ "tree and pragmatics") On the queen of fairy islands, on the Wita-Wâstè's \[b\] shore, Camped Wanâta, on the highlands, just above the cataract's roar.[27](27/ "tree and pragmatics") Many braves were with Wanâta; Apè-dúta, too, was there, And the sad Anpétu-sâpa spread the lodge with wonted care.[28](28/ "tree and pragmatics") Then above the leafless prairie leaped the fat faced, laughing moon, And the stars--the spirits fairy--walked the welkin one by one.[29](29/ "tree and pragmatics") Swift and silent in the gloaming on the waste of waters blue, Speeding downward to the foaming, shot Wanâta's birch canoe, In it stood Anpétu-sâpa--in her arms her sleeping child; Like a wailing Norse-land \_drapa\_ \[c\] rose her death-song weird and wild:[30](30/ "tree and pragmatics") Mihihna, \[d\] Mihihna, my heart is stone; The light is gone from my longing eyes; The wounded loon in the lake alone Her death-song sings to the moon and dies.[31](31/ "tree and pragmatics") Mihihna, Mihihna, the path is long.[32](32/ "tree and pragmatics") The burden is heavy and hard to bear; I sink,--I die, and my dying song Is a song of joy to the false one's ear.[33](33/ "tree and pragmatics") Mihihna, Mihihna, my young heart flew Far away with my brave to the bison-chase; To the battle it went with my warrior true, And never returned till I saw his face.[34](34/ "tree and pragmatics") Mihihna, Mihihna, my brave was glad When he came from the chase of the roebuck fleet; Sweet were the words that my hunter said, As his trophies he laid at Anpétu's feet.[35](35/ "tree and pragmatics") Mihihna, Mihihna, the boy I bore-- When the robin sang and my brave was true, I can bear to look on his face no more.[36](36/ "tree and pragmatics") For he looks, Mihihna, so much like you.[37](37/ "tree and pragmatics") Mihihna, Mihihna, the Scarlet Leaf Has robbed my boy of his father's love; He sleeps in my arms--he will find no grief In the star-lit lodge in the land above.[38](38/ "tree and pragmatics") Mihihna, Mihihna, my heart is stone, The light is gone from my longing eyes; The wounded loon in the lake alone, Her death-song sings to the moon and dies.[39](39/ "tree and pragmatics") \[a\] The Dakotas called the Jesuit priests "Black Robes" from the color of their vestments.[40](40/ "tree and pragmatics") \[b\] Wee tah Wah-stay--Beautiful Island,--the Dakota name for Nicollet Island just above the Falls.[41](41/ "tree and pragmatics") \[c\] \_Drapa\_, a Norse funeral wail in which the virtues of the deceased are recounted.[42](42/ "tree and pragmatics") \[d\] Mee heen-yah--My husband.[43](43/ "tree and pragmatics") Swiftly down the turbid torrent, as she sung her song she flew; Like a swan upon the current, dancing rode the light canoe.[44](44/ "tree and pragmatics") Hunters hurry in the gloaming, all in vain Wanâta calls; Singing through the surges foaming, lo she plunges o'er the Falls.[45](45/ "tree and pragmatics") Long they search the sullen river--searched for leagues along the shore, Bark or babe or mother never saw the sad Dakotas more; But at night or misty morning oft the hunters heard her song, Oft the maidens heard her warning in their mellow mother-tongue.[46](46/ "tree and pragmatics") On the bluffs they sat enchanted till the blush of beamy dawn; Spirit Isle they say, is haunted, and they call the spot "Wakân."[47](47/ "tree and pragmatics") \[a\] Many summers on the highland, in the full-moon's golden glow-- In the woods on Fairy Island, \[b\] walked a snow white fawn and doe Spirits of the babe and mother sadly seeking evermore, For a father's love another turned with evil charm and power.[48](48/ "tree and pragmatics") \[a\] Pronounced Walk on--Sacred, inhabited by a Spirit.[49](49/ "tree and pragmatics") \[b\] Fairy Island--Wita Waste--Nicollet Island.[50](50/ "tree and pragmatics") Sometimes still when moonbeams shimmer through the maples on the lawn, In the gloaming and the glimmer walk the silent doe and fawn; And on Spirit-Isle or near it, under midnight's misty moon, Oft is seen the mother's spirit, oft is heard her mournful tune.[51](51/ "tree and pragmatics") - ← previous: [The Legend of the Falls.](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/16/) - next →: [In the Measure of Hiawatha, part 1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/18/) - ↑ back to [Legends of the Northwest](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/)