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"Did not poor Bonja, the unappreciated poet, console himself for the neglect of his contemporaries, by inspiriting thoughts of the future?" "In plain words by bethinking him of the glorious harvest of bravos his ghost would reap for him," said Babbalanja; "but Banjo, Bonjo, Binjo, I never heard of him." "Nor I," said Mohi. "Nor I," said Media.
"Proceed with thy legend, Yoomy; and see to it, that it be brief; for I mistrust me, these legends do but test the patience of the hearers. But draw a long breath, and begin." "A long bow," muttered Mohi. And Yoomy began. "It is now about ten hundred thousand moons " "Great Oro! How long since, say you?" cried Mohi, making Gothic arches of his brows.
The little maidens embraced not with their arms, but with their viny locks; whose tendrils instinctively twined about their lovers, till both were lost in the bower." "And what then?" asked Mohi, who, notwithstanding the fingers in his ears, somehow contrived to listen; "What then?" Vouchsafing no reply, Yoomy went on.
But familiar with the rock, our paddlers only threw back their heads, to catch the cool, pleasant tricklings from the mosses above. Wiping away several glittering beads from his beard, old Mohi turning round where he sat, just outside the canopy, solemnly affirmed, that the drinking of that water had cured many a man of ambition. "How so, old man?" demanded Media.
But this comes of being impartial. Had I espoused the cause of Yoomy versus Mohi, or that of Mohi versus Yoomy, I had been sure to have had at least one voice in my favor. The impartialist insulteth all sides, saith old Bardianna; but smite with but one hand, and the other shall be kissed. Oh incomparable Bardianna!" "Will no one lay that troubled old ghost," exclaimed Media, devoutly.
A second arrow, however, accomplished its errand: the slain giant sinking prone to the bottom." "And now," added Mohi, "glance over the gunwale, and you will see his remains petrified into white ribs of coral." "Ay, there they are," said Yoomy, looking down into the water where they gleamed. "A fanciful legend, Braid-beard." "Very entertaining," said Media. "Even so," said Babbalanja.
Much curiosity being expressed to know more of the isle, Mohi was about to turn over his chronicles, when, with modesty, the minstrel Yoomy interposed; saying, that if my Lord Media permitted, he himself would relate the legend. From its nature, deeming the same pertaining to his province as poet; though, as yet, it had not been versified.
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