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Till the night oriole lights his lamp among The blooms of marigold and spotted adder's tongue.

Spotted Adder, the Mighty, whose wigwam was once the richest of all my father’s tribe.

What need you, Spotted Adder?” she concluded, in his own dialect.

It might be that already the soul of Spotted Adder was winged for its long flight, and could carry for her to that wide Unknown, where her own dead tarried, some message from her, the bereft.

Will the Spotted Adder take my message to the men I have lost?