Only Oweenee, the youngest, "All these women married warriors, Married brave and haughty husbands; Only Oweenee, the youngest, Laughed and flouted all her lovers, All her young and handsome suitors, Old Osseo, poor and ugly, Broken with age and weak with coughing. Always coughing like a squirrel. Ah, but beautiful within him Was the spirit of Osseo, From the Evening Star descended, All its splendor in his language! And her lovers, the rejected, Handsome men with belts of wampum, Handsome men with paint and feathers, Followed her with jest and laughter, "Once to some great feast invited, Through the damp and dusk of evening Walked together the ten sisters, Walked together with their husbands; Slowly followed old Osseo, 66 6 'Listen!' said the eldest sister, 'He is praying to his father! What a pity that the old man Does not stumble in the pathway, Does not break his neck by falling!' And they laughed till all the forest Rang with their unseemly laughter. On their pathway through the woodlands Lay an oak, by storms uprooted, Lay the great trunk of an oak tree, Mouldering, crumbling, huge and hollow, From the other came a young man, Tall and straight and strong and handso`ne. “Thus Osseo was transfigured, Thus restored to youth and beauty; But, alas for good Osseo, And for Oweenee, the faithful! Strangely, too, was she transfigured. Changed into a weak old woman, With a staff she tottered onward, 'But Osseo turned not from her, Walked with slower step beside her, Called her sweetheart, Nenemoosha, To the tender Star of Woman. "Then a voice was heard, a whisper, Broken are the spells that bound you, All the magic powers of evil; Come to me; ascend, Osseo! Taste the food that stands before you It is blessed and enchanted, It has magic virtues in it, It will change you to a spirit; All your bowls and all your kettles "And the women shall no longer Till it passed the topmost branches: Then Osseo gazed around him, And he saw the nine fair sisters, All the sisters and their husbands, Changed to birds of various plumage. Some were jays and some were magpies, Others thrushes, others blackbirds; And they hopped, and sang, and twittered, Perked and fluttered all their feathers, Strutted in their shining plumage, And their tails like fans unfolded. Only Oweenee, the youngest, Was not changed, but sat in silence, Wasted, wrinkled, old, and ugly, Looking sadly at the others; Till Osseo, gazing upward, Gave another cry of anguish, “Then returned her youth and beauty "And again the wigwam trembled, On the Evening Star alighted, As a snow-flake falls on snow-flake, As a leaf drops on a river, As the thistle-down on water. Forth with cheerful words of welcome Came the father of Osseo, He with radiant locks of silver, He with eyes serene and tender. And he said: 'My son, Osseo, Hang the cage of birds you bring there, At the door he hung the bird-cage, I have had compassion on you, Given you back your youth and beauty, Changed your sisters and their husbands; |