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"But there was a great man, a very great man a medicine-man, skilful, powerful, influential, old, deplorably old, and very, very rich; he said, 'Yaada shall be my wife. And there was a young fisherman, handsome, loyal, boyish, poor, oh! very poor, and gloriously young, and he, too, said, 'Yaada shall be my wife. "But Yaada's mother sat apart and thought and dreamed, as mothers will.
"Then Yaada's voice arose in a strange, sweet, sorrowful chant: My feet shall walk no more upon this island, With its great, Grey Archway. My mother sleeps forever on this island, With its great, Grey Archway. My heart would break without her on this island, With its great, Grey Archway. My life was of her life upon this island, With its great, Grey Archway.
"But there was a great man, a very great man a medicine man, skilful, powerful, influential, old, deplorably old, and very, very rich; he said, 'Yaada shall be my wife. And there was a young fisherman, handsome, loyal, boyish, poor, oh! very poor, and gloriously young, and he, too, said, 'Yaada shall be my wife. "But Yaada's mother sat apart and thought and dreamed, as mothers will.
The stone poised an instant above the forehead of Yaada's mother, then dropped with the weight of many mountains, and the last long sleep fell upon her. "'Slayer of my mother! stormed the girl, her suffering eyes fixed upon the medicine-man. 'Oh, I now see your black heart through your black magic. Through good magic you cut the "Grey Archway," but your evil magic you used upon young Ulka.
The stone poised an instant above the forehead of Yaada's mother, then dropped with the weight of many mountains, and the last long sleep fell upon her. "'Slayer of my mother! stormed the girl, her suffering eyes fixed upon the medicine man. 'Oh, I now see your black heart through your black magic. Through, good magic you cut the 'Great Archway, but your evil magic you used upon young Ulka.
"Then Yaada's voice arose in a strange, sweet, sorrowful chant: My feet shall walk no more upon this island, With its great, Grey Archway. My mother sleeps forever on this island, With its great, Grey Archway. My heart would break without her on this island, With its great, Grey Archway. My life was of her life upon this island, With its great, Grey Archway.
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