failed to discern her lover in the tree top. She listened awhile and
then, upon hearing once more the love song above the beating of the
drum, yielded to the dictates of her heart and began to climb the hill.
Little Pine saw her coming, ceased his drumming, and slid down to hide
behind the tree trunk.

A faintly marked woodland path led close by, and along it the maiden
was advancing. As she came abreast of the tree the youth, in fun, gave
a shout, and the maid--evidently pretending bashful alarm--took to
flight.

Though fleet of foot, she suffered him to overtake her soon and catch
her by the arm, and hold her while she feigned to struggle desperately
for freedom. That won, she turned away with a laugh, sat down upon a
bank of wild flowers, and with shyly averted face, began plucking them.
Little Pine sat down beside her. A moment later she sprang up and with
merry laughter ran into the denser forest, and there, with her lover
swiftly following her, disappeared from view.

At sunset that evening Oo-koo-hoo and his wife sat smoking beside their
fire; and when the hermit thrush was singing, the whippoorwill
whippoorwilling, the owl oo-koo-hooing, the fox barking, the bull frog
whoo-wonking, the gander honking, the otter whistling, the drake
quacking, the squirrel chattering, the cock grouse drumming, and the
wolf howling--each to his own chosen mate, the hunter turned to me and
smiled:

"Do you hear Shing-wauk singing?"

I listened more attentively to the many mingling love songs of the