Chapter 7 No.7

Answered they: "In painted lodges

Berries we have dried and meat;

Come again! e'er comes the winter,

Let us hear your horses' feet."

And they sprang into their saddles,

Swept, white-splashing, through a stream

Red and saffron hued, the pageant

Crossed the blue translucent gleam.

Then unwilling, as they vanished,

"Star-Child" slow to camp returned;

Told the council of the Blackfeet

All the marvels he had learned;

Dressed him in his chief's apparel,

Rode to where, within the glen,

Lay the trail that led him onward

To the town, unknown of men.