THE THUNDER-BIRD ON CHASKA-WATER
Dead was the wind on Chaska-water.
Gone were the living breezes.
Long had the winter been banished, and the sheen of the blue on the hills of the brown was lost in the screening of leafage.
Life there was in the pool, in the bush, in the marsh and the wood: life, life in a precious abundance, but life that was heavy with heat-sleep.
Heavy hung the reeds and the cattails; heavy and limp the leather-soft leaves of the aspen.
Heavy and hot and dry were the Wolf-willows thick on the ridges. ..text continues