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Moowis returned to the lodge of his master, and told him what had occurred. For a moment pity took possession of the young man's heart. He regretted that she whom he so loved should thus have thrown herself away upon an image, a shadow, when she might have been the mistress of the best lodge in the camp. "It is her own folly," he said; "she has turned a deaf ear to the counsels of prudence.
Moowis was, indeed, a very sightly person, and as the Beau-Man led him into the new encampment where the girl dwelt, the many colours of his clothes, the profusion of his ornaments, his manly deportment, his animated countenance, drew all eyes to him. He was hospitably received, both old and young showing him great attention.
Moowis! Whither goest thou, Eye-bright lover? Ah! thou ravenous bird that knowest, I see thee hover, Circling, circling As I wander, And at last When I fall thou then wilt come And feed upon my breast. Upon the side of a certain mountain grew some pines, under the shade of which the Puckwudjinies, or sprites, were accustomed to sport at times.
Having finished it he brought it to life, and the image stood forth in the most favoured lineaments of his fellows. Such was the origin of Moowis, or the Dirt-and-Rag Man. "Follow me," said the Beau-Man, "and I will direct you how you shall act."
He so managed these excuses as not only to conceal his dread of immediate dissolution, but to secure the further approbation of the fair forest girl, who was filled with admiration of one who had so brave a spirit to endure the paralysing effects of cold. The visit proved that the rejected lover had well calculated the effects of his plan. He withdrew from the lodge, and Moowis triumphed.
No such opportunity, however, arose. Moowis attracted the chief attention, every eye and heart was alert to entertain him.
She must submit to her fate." The same morning Moowis set forth, and his wife followed him at a distance. The way was rough and intricate, and she found that she could not keep up with him, he walked so quickly. She struggled hard and obstinately to overtake him, but Moowis had been for some time out of sight when the sun rose and commenced upon his snow-formed body the work of dissolution.
The snow having now melted, she had completely lost her husband's track, and she wandered about uncertain which way to go and in a state of perfect despair. At length with bitter cries she lamented her fate. "Moowis, Moowis," she cried, "nin ge won e win ig, ne won e win ig!" "Moowis, Moowis, you have led me astray, you are leading me astray!" With this cry she wandered in the woods.
Over rocks, through wind-falls, across marshes, Ma-mon-dá-go-Kwa pursued him she loved. The path turned aside in all directions. Rags, bones, leather, beads, feathers, and soiled ribbons she found, but caught no sight of Moowis. She spent the day in wandering, and when evening came she was still alone.
The cry of the lost Ma-mon-dá-go-Kwa is sometimes repeated by the village girls who have made of it a song Moowis! Moowis! Forest rover, Where art thou? Ah! my bravest, gayest lover, Guide me now. Moowis! Moowis! Ah! believe me, List my moan: Do not, do not, brave heart, leave me All alone. Moowis! Moowis! Footprints vanished! Whither wend I? Fated, lost, detested, banished Must I die! Moowis!
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