. Wilderness ways; . ght which tells me thatMoktaques the rabbit is hiding close at hand in thesnow, where a young lynx of my acquaintance cannotfind him. VIII. HUKWEEM THE NIGHT VOICE. UKWEEM the loon must go through the world crying for what he never gets, and searching for one whom he never finds; for he is the hunting-dog of Clote Scarpe. So said Simmo to me one night in explaining why the loons cry is so wild and sad. Clote Scarpe, by the way, is thelegendary hero, the Hiawatha ofthe northern Indians. Long ago helived on the Wollastook, and ruledthe animals, which all lived peaceably toge
. Wilderness ways; . ght which tells me thatMoktaques the rabbit is hiding close at hand in thesnow, where a young lynx of my acquaintance cannotfind him. VIII. HUKWEEM THE NIGHT VOICE. UKWEEM the loon must go through the world crying for what he never gets, and searching for one whom he never finds; for he is the hunting-dog of Clote Scarpe. So said Simmo to me one night in explaining why the loons cry is so wild and sad. Clote Scarpe, by the way, is thelegendary hero, the Hiawatha ofthe northern Indians. Long ago helived on the Wollastook, and ruledthe animals, which all lived peaceably together, under-standing each others language, and nobody ever ateanybody, as Simmo says. But when Clote Scarpewent away they quarreled, and Lhoks the panther andNemox the fisher took to killing the other the wolf soon followed, and ate all he killed;and Meeko the squirrel, who always makes all themischief he can, set even the peaceable animals by theears, so that they feared and distrusted each other. I33. C^WA 134 Wilderness Ways. Then they scattered through the big woods, livingeach one for himself; and now the strong ones killthe weak, and nobody understands anybody any more. There were no dogs in those days. Hukweem wasClote Scarpes hunting companion when he huntedthe great evil beasts that disturbed the wilderness;and Hukweem alone, of all the birds and animals,remained true to his master. For hunting makesstrong friendship, says Simmo; and that is does Hukweem go through the world,looking for his master and calling him to come the tree-tops, when he flies low looking for newwaters; high in air, out of sight, on his southernmigrations; and on every lake where he is only avoice, the sad night voice of the vast solitary unknownwilderness—everywhere you hear him seeking. Evenon the seacoast in winter, where he knows CloteScarpe cannot be — for Clote Scarpe hates the sea —Hukweem forgets himself, and cries occasionally outof pure lone
Size: 1310px × 1908px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, booksubjectanimalbehavior, booky
