Volume II Part 18 (1/2)
Starting, we beheld a corruscating wake, tracking the course of a low canoe, far flying for a neighboring mountain The next moment it was lost within the mountain's shadow and pursuit was useless
”Let us fly!” cried Yoomy
”Peace! What murderers these?” said Media, calers fly three bolts,” said Babbalanja ”See if the arrow yet reht it to him
”By Oro! Taji on the barb!”
”Then it missed its aim But I will not mine And whatever arrows follow, still will I hunt on Nor does the ghost, that these pale specters would avenge, at all disquiet ain her, now lost; and I would slay again, to bring her back Ah, Yillah! Yillah”
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Then said Babbalanja, ”Aleema's sons raved not; 'tis true, then, Taji, that an evil deed gained you your Yillah: no wonder she is lost”
Said Media, unconcernedly, ”Perhaps better, Taji, to have kept your secret; but tell no more; I care not to be your foe”
”Ah, Taji! I had shrank from you,” cried Yoomy, ”but for the mark upon your brow That undoes the tenor of your words But look, the stars coain they coht a black thorn, buried in withered rose-balm blossos, there is no cure,”
”Who, who is Hautia, that she stabs me thus?”
”And this wild sardony ain a Venus car; and lo! a wreath of strawberries!--Yet fly to arlanded with joys”
”Let the itch laugh Shearrows nor Circe flowers appall”
Said Yoomy, ”They wait reply”
”Tell your Hautia, that I know her not; nor care to know I defy her incantations; she lures in vain Yillah! Yillah! still I hope!”
Slowly they departed; heeding not my cries no more to follow
Silence, and darkness fell
CHAPTER xxxI Babbalanja Discourses In The Dark
Next day caht, there fell a cal all the clouds in heaven, wailing the constellations But though our sails were useless, our paddlers plied their broad stout blades Thus sweeping by a rent and hoar old rock, Vee-Vee, i to his crow's nest in the shark'shis conch, sounded a blast which ran in and out a with the echoes
Be sure, it was startling But more so with respect to one of our paddlers, upon whose shoulders, elevated Vee-Vee, his balance lost, all at once caler hi broken
Sorown composed, Babbalanja thus:--”My lord Media, was there any human necessity for that accident?”