--- title: The Feast of the Virgins., part 2 — Legends of the Northwest · full text with trees description: The Feast of the Virgins., part 2, «Legends of the Northwest» by Hanford Lennox Gordon: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: But where is Wiwâstè? --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/9/) [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 Feast of the Virgins., part 2 # The Feast of the Virgins., part 2 The Feast of the Virgins., part 2 of «Legends of the Northwest» by Hanford Lennox Gordon: the whole text, 93 sentences and 2783 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/pg8122/9/page/2/) But where is Wiwâstè?[1](1/ "tree and pragmatics") Her swift feet flew To the somber shades of the tangled thicket.[2](2/ "tree and pragmatics") She hid in the copse like a wary cricket, And the fleetest hunters in vain pursue.[3](3/ "tree and pragmatics") Seeing unseen from her hiding place, She sees them fly on the hurried chase; She sees their fierce eyes glance and dart, As they pass and peer for a track or trace, And she trembles with fear in the copse apart.[4](4/ "tree and pragmatics") Lest her nest be betrayed by her throbbing heart.[5](5/ "tree and pragmatics") Weary the hours; but the sun at last Went down to his lodge in the west, and fast The wings of the spirits of night were spread O'er the darkling woods and Wiwâstè's head.[6](6/ "tree and pragmatics") Then, slyly she slipped from her snug retreat, And guiding her course by Wazíya's star, \[62\] That shone through the shadowy forms afar, She northward hurried with silent feet; And long ere the sky was aflame in the east, She was leagues from the place of the fatal feast. '[7](7/ "tree and pragmatics") Twas the hoot of the owl that the hunters heard, And the scattering drops of the threat'ning shower, And the far wolf's cry to the moon preferred.[8](8/ "tree and pragmatics") Their ears were their fancies,--the scene was weird, And the witches \[63\] dance at the midnight hour.[9](9/ "tree and pragmatics") She leaped the brook and she swam the river; Her course through the forest Wiwâstè wist By the star that gleamed through the glimmering mist That fell from the dim moon's downy quiver.[10](10/ "tree and pragmatics") In her heart she spoke to her spirit-mother: "Look down from your teepee, O starry spirit.[11](11/ "tree and pragmatics") The cry of Wiwâstè, O mother, hear it; And touch the heart of my cruel father.[12](12/ "tree and pragmatics") He hearkened not to a virgin's words; He listened not to a daughter's wail.[13](13/ "tree and pragmatics") O give me the wings of the thunder-birds, For his were-wolves \[52\] follow Wiwâstè's trail; O, guide my flight to the far Hóhé-- The sheltering lodge of my brave Chaskè."[14](14/ "tree and pragmatics") The shadows paled in the hazy east, And the light of the kindling morn increased.[15](15/ "tree and pragmatics") The pale-faced stars fled one by one, And hid in the vast from the rising sun. From woods and waters and welkin soon Fled the hovering mists of the vanished moon.[16](16/ "tree and pragmatics") The young robins chirped in their feathery beds, The loon's song shrilled like a winding horn, And the green hills lifted their dewy heads To greet the god of the rising morn.[17](17/ "tree and pragmatics") She reached the rim of the rolling prairie-- The boundless ocean of solitude; She hid in the feathery hazel wood, For her heart was sick and her feet were weary; She fain would rest, and she needed food.[18](18/ "tree and pragmatics") Alone by the billowy, boundless prairies, She plucked the cones of the scarlet berries; In feathering copse and the grassy field She found the bulbs of the young Tipsânna, \[43\] And the sweet medó \[64\] that the meadows yield.[19](19/ "tree and pragmatics") With the precious gift of his priceless manna God fed his fainting and famished child.[20](20/ "tree and pragmatics") At night again to the northward far She followed the torch of Wazíya's star.[21](21/ "tree and pragmatics") For leagues away o'er the prairies green, On the billowy vast, may a man be seen, When the sun is high and the stars are low; And the sable breast of the strutting crow Looms up like the form of the buffalo.[22](22/ "tree and pragmatics") The Bloody River \[40\] she reached at last, And boldly walked in the light of day, On the level plain of the valley vast; Nor thought of the terrible Chippeway.[23](23/ "tree and pragmatics") She was safe from the wolves of her father's band, But she trode on the treacherous "Bloody Land."[24](24/ "tree and pragmatics") And lo--from afar o'er the level plain-- As far as the sails of a ship at sea May be seen as they lift from the rolling main-- A band of warriors rode rapidly.[25](25/ "tree and pragmatics") She shadowed her eyes with her sun browned hand; All backward streamed on the wind her hair, And terror spread o'er her visage fair, As she bent her brow to the far off band.[26](26/ "tree and pragmatics") For she thought of the terrible Chippeway-- The fiends that the babe and the mother slay; And yonder they came in their war-array\![27](27/ "tree and pragmatics") She hid like a grouse in the meadow-grass, And moaned--"I am lost!--I am lost! alas; And why did I fly my native land To die by the cruel Ojibway's hand?"[28](28/ "tree and pragmatics") And on rode the braves.[29](29/ "tree and pragmatics") She could hear the steeds Come galloping on o'er the level meads; And lowly she crouched in the waving grass, And hoped against hope that the braves would pass.[30](30/ "tree and pragmatics") They have passed, she is safe,--she is safe\![31](31/ "tree and pragmatics") Ah, no, They have struck her trail and the hunters halt.[32](32/ "tree and pragmatics") Like wolves on the track of the bleeding doe, That grappled breaks from the dread assault, Dash the warriors wild on Wiwâstè's trail.[33](33/ "tree and pragmatics") She flies,--but what can her flight avail?[34](34/ "tree and pragmatics") Her feet are fleet, but the flying feet Of the steeds of the prairie are fleeter still; And where can she fly for a safe retreat?[35](35/ "tree and pragmatics") But hark to the shouting:--"Ihó!--Ihó!"[36](36/ "tree and pragmatics") \[9\] Rings over the wide plain sharp and shrill.[37](37/ "tree and pragmatics") She halts, and the hunters come riding on; But the horrible fear from her heart is gone, For it is not the shout of the dreaded foe; 'Tis the welcome shout of her native land\![38](38/ "tree and pragmatics") Up galloped the chief of the band, and lo-- The clutched knife dropped from her trembling hand; She uttered a cry and she swooned away; For there; on his steed in the blaze of day, On the boundless prairie, so far away, With his burnished lance and his feathers gay, Sat the manly form of her own Chaskè\![39](39/ "tree and pragmatics") There's a mote in my eye or a blot on the page, And I cannot tell of the joyful greeting; You may take it for granted and I will engage, There were kisses and tears at the strange, glad meeting; For aye since the birth of the swift-winged years, In the desert drear, in the field of clover, In the cot, and the palace, and all the world over,-- Yea, away on the stars to the ultimate spheres, The language of love to the long sought lover,-- Is tears and kisses and kisses and tears.[40](40/ "tree and pragmatics") But why did the lover so long delay?[41](41/ "tree and pragmatics") And whitherward rideth the chief to-day?[42](42/ "tree and pragmatics") As he followed the trail of the buffalo, From the tees of Kapóza a maiden, lo, Came running in haste o'er the drifted snow.[43](43/ "tree and pragmatics") She spoke to the chief of the tall Hóhé: "Wiwâstè requests that the brave Chaskè Will abide with his band and his coming delay 'Till the moon when the strawberries are ripe and red, And then will the chief and Wiwâstè wed-- When the Feast of the Virgins is past," she said.[44](44/ "tree and pragmatics") Wiwâstè's wish was her lover's law; And so his coming the chief delayed Till the mid-May blossoms should bloom and fade,-- But the lying runner was Hârpstinà.[45](45/ "tree and pragmatics") And now with the gifts for the bridal day And his chosen warriors he took his way, And followed his heart to his moon-faced maid, And thus was the lover so long delayed; And so as he rode with his warriors gay, On that bright and beautiful summer day, His bride he met on the trail mid-way, By the haunts of the treacherous Chippeway.[46](46/ "tree and pragmatics") God arms the innocent.[47](47/ "tree and pragmatics") He is there-- In the desert vast, in the wilderness, On the bellowing sea, in the lion's lair, In the midst of battle, and everywhere.[48](48/ "tree and pragmatics") In his hand he holds with a father's care The tender hearts of the motherless; The maid and the mother in sore distress He shields with his love and his tenderness; He comforts the widowed--the comfortless, And sweetens her chalice of bitterness; He clothes the naked--the numberless,-- His charity covers their nakedness,-- And he feeds the famished and fatherless With the hand that feedeth the birds of air.[49](49/ "tree and pragmatics") Let the myriad tongues of the earth confess His infinite love and his holiness; For his pity pities the pitiless, His wayward children his bounties bless, And his mercy flows to the merciless; And the countless worlds in the realms above, Revolve in the light of his boundless love.[50](50/ "tree and pragmatics") **1** [2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/9/page/2/) - ← previous: [The Feast of the Virgins., part 1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/8/) - next →: [page 2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/9/page/2/) - ↑ back to [Legends of the Northwest](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/)