Part 32 (1/2)
And the loaded dog-teams go, And the wives can hear their men come back, Back from the edge of the floe!_
HUNTING-SONG OF THE SEEONEE PACK
As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled-- Once, twice and again!
And a doe leaped up, and a doe leaped up From the pond in the wood where the wild deer sup.
This I, scouting alone, beheld, Once, twice and again!
As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled-- Once, twice and again!
And a wolf stole back, and a wolf stole back To carry the word to the waiting pack, And we sought and we found and we bayed on his track Once, twice and again!
As the dawn was breaking the Wolf Pack yelled Once, twice and again!
Feet in the jungle that leave no mark!
Eyes that can see in the dark--the dark!
Tongue--give tongue to it! Hark! O hark!
Once, twice and again!
SONG OF THE MEN'S SIDE
(Neolithic)
Once we feared The Beast--when he followed us we ran, Ran very fast though we knew It was not right that The Beast should master Man; But what could we Flint-workers do?
The Beast only grinned at our spears round his ears-- Grinned at the hammers that we made; But now we will hunt him for the life with the Knife-- And this is the Buyer of the Blade!
_Room for his shadow on the gra.s.s--let it pa.s.s!
To left and right--stand clear!
This is the Buyer of the Blade--be afraid!
This is the great G.o.d Tyr!_
Tyr thought hard till he hammered out a plan, For he knew it was not right (And it _is_ not right) that The Beast should master Man; So he went to the Children of the Night.
He begged a Magic Knife of their make for our sake.
When he begged for the Knife they said: 'The price of the Knife you would buy is an eye!'
And that was the price he paid.
_Tell it to the Barrows of the Dead--run ahead!
Shout it so the Women's Side can hear!
This is the Buyer of the Blade--be afraid!
This is the great G.o.d Tyr!_
Our women and our little ones may walk on the Chalk, As far as we can see them and beyond.
We shall not be anxious for our sheep when we keep Tally at the shearing-pond.
We can eat with both our elbows on our knees, if we please, We can sleep after meals in the sun; For Shepherd of the Twilight is dismayed at the Blade, Feet-in-the-Night have run!