Identifier: whitedoefateofvi00cott (find matches)
Title: The white doe; the fate of Virginia Dare; an Indian legend
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Cotten, Sallie Southall
Subjects: Dare, Virginia, b. 1587 Indians of North America
Publisher: Philadelphia, J.B. Lippincott Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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uckled, Casting dark looks at old Chi-co, He, said they, has witched our maiden. When O-kis-ko heard the whispersOf the garrulous old women,Glad belief he gave unto themThat the Doe on Ro-a-no-akWas in truth the Pale-Face MaidenWrung from him by cruel magic. 58 THE COUNTER-CHARM He was not a gabbling boaster,He could think and act in silence ;And alone he roamed the islandSeeking this White Doe to capture,So that he might tame and keep herNear him to assuage his sorrow. All in vain,—no hand could touch her.All in vain,—no hunter won her.Up the dunes of Ro-a-no-akStill she led the herd of wild deer. Then O-kis-ko sought We-nau-don,The Magician of Po-mou-ik.*Gave him store of skins and wampum,Promised all his greed demanded,If he would restore the maiden,Break the spell which held her spirit. In his heart We-nau-don cherishedHatred for his rival Chi-coFor some boyhoods cause of anger,For defeat in public wrestling;And because of this he welcomed * See Appendix, Note s. r._/< !; *
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THE COUNTER-CHARM 59 Now the time to vent his malice.So he promised from enchantmentTo release the captive maiden. In the days of pristine nature, In the dells of Ro-a-no-ak, Bubbling from the earths dark caverns, Was a spring of magic water. There the Naiads held their revels, There in secret met their lovers ; And they laid a spell upon it Which should make true lovers happy ; For to them true love was precious. He who drank of it at midnightWhen the Harvest Moon was brightest,Using as a drinking-vesselSkull-bowl of his greatest rivalKilled in open, honest combat,And by summer sunshine whitened,He gained youth perennial from itAnd the heart he wished to love him. He who bathed within its waters,Having killed a dove while moaning, 6o THE COUNTER-CHARM And had killed no other creature Since three crescent moons had rounded Vowing to be kind and helpful To the sad and weary-hearted : He received the magic power To undo all spells of evil Which divided faithful lovers. In this spring ha

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