From there where the coral ridges of the earth lie, We two will meet. Where the ripe fruits are fragrant, We two will meet. MOUNT KOONAK: A SONG OF ARSUT (_Eskimaun_) I look toward the south, to great Mount Koonak, To great Mount Koonak, there to the south; I watch the clouds that gather round him; I contemplate their shining brightness; They spread abroad upon great Koonak; They climb up his seaward flanks; See how they shift and change; Watch them there to the south; How one makes beautiful the other; How they mount his southern slopes, Hiding him from the stormy sea, Each lending beauty to the other. THE COYOTE AND THE LOCUST (_Zuñi_) Locust, locust, playing a flute, Locust, locust, playing a flute! Away up on the pine-tree bough, Closely clinging, Playing a flute, Playing a flute! KA-NI-GA SONG The poor little bee That lives in the tree, The poor little bee That lives in the tree Has only one arrow In his quiver. CORN-GRINDING SONG II (_Laguna_) Butterflies, butterflies, Now fly away to the blossoms, Fly, blue-wing, Fly, yellow-wing, Now fly away to the blossoms, Fly, red-wing, Fly white-wing, Now fly away to the blossoms, Butterflies, away! Butterflies, butterflies, Now fly away to the blossoms, Butterflies, away! SONG TO THE TREES AND STREAMS (_Pawnee_) I Dark against the sky, yonder distant line Lies before us. Trees we see, long the line of trees, Bending, swaying in the breeze. II Bright with flashing light yonder distant line Runs before us, swiftly runs, swift the river runs, Winding, flowing over the land. III Hark! O hark! A sound, yonder distant sound Comes to greet us, singing comes, soft the river’s song, Rippling gently beneath the trees. SONG TO THE MOUNTAINS (_Pawnee_) I Mountains loom upon the path we take; Yonder peak now rises sharp and clear; Behold! It stands with its head uplifted, Thither we go, since our way lies there. II Mountains loom upon the path we take; Yonder peak now rises sharp and clear; Behold! We climb, drawing near its summit; Steeper grows the way and slow our steps. III Mountains loom upon the path we take; Yonder peak that rises sharp and clear, Behold us now on its head uplifted; Planting there our feet, we stand secure. IV Mountains loom upon the path we take; Yonder peak that rose so sharp and clear, Behold us now on its head uplifted; Resting there at last we sing our song. RITUAL SONG (_Pawnee_) I Over the prairie flits, in ever widening circles, the shadow of a bird about me as I walk; Upward turn my eyes, _Kawas_ looks upon me, she turns with flapping wings, and far away she flies. II