Feast

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Hanford Lennox Gordon,  Legends of the Northwest

“ And low is the hum of the humble bees, And the Feast of the Virgins is now to be. THE FEAST OF THE VIRGINS. The sun sails high in his azure realms; Beneath the arch of the breezy elms The feast is spread by the murmuring river. With his battle spear and his bow and quiver, And eagle plumes in his ebon hair, The chief Wakâwa himself is there; And round the feast in the Sacred Ring, 48 Sit his weaponed warriors witnessing. Not a morsel of food have the Virgins tasted For three long days ere the holy feast; They sat in their teepee alone and fasted, Their faces turned to the Sacred East. ”
Source: Gutenberg

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