The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-05-05
THE AURORA BOREALIS.

And became his quivering victim.
Claws of brown bear made his girdle,
OF the deadly, wicked brown bear.
Which. everyone could tell you,
Was inhabited by spirits
OF the "Yabla-men', or devils.
Once in the Tanana valley,
When King Winter held his subjects
Fast within his icy clutches,
Moose departed from the valleys:
From the gray hillsides the reindeer
Vanished like the mists of morning.
Gaunt and lean became the wolf-hounds
And the peevish, hungry women
Clasped sick babies to their bosoms.
Then the mighty chief, Itiks.
Said to them. I'll go a-hunting.
! On beyond the saw-tooth ranges
To the edge of the horizon.
l will bring food to the children,
Succor to the starving women"
All the men of the Tananas
| Tried then to dissuade Itika.
Saying death out there was certain,
| For pack OF monstrous white-wolves
Ranged among the saw-tooth mountains
Madly chasing one another
Always on the clear, cold evenings
Could he seen their cleaning shadows
Flashing brightly in the moonlight.
Many other brave Young hunters
Had gone through the pass before him.
But the large white-wolres had slain them.
Nothing could deter Itika.
Through the range his way he threaded
And when night fell in the forest
Borrowed deep into snowdrift.
There to sleep until the morning.
Peering out into the darkness
He beheld the white lights cleaning:
All the heavens vast we're fre-lit:
From horizon to the zenith
Shifting streamers raced and reveled
Through the deathly stiffness round him
He could hear the dry snow cracking
As the mighty pack rushed onward.
With the coming of the morning
He proceeded down the valley,
Entering towering forest
Where the snow around was trarnpied
With big wolf-tracks wide as snowshees
Then frightful din came TO him.
Borne toward him by the North Wind
Wilder grew he approached il,
Till it seemed the forest round him
Echoed with thousand voices
Howling with craze for Staying. -,
Cautiously he fastened nearer
Till beneath a giant spruce tree
He beheld a monstrous creature
Pinned securely by its branches
All brave men are tender hearted
So Itika with his Ratchet
Set to work and moved the burden
When at last he had released it
The beast rose and addressed him
With polite and polished accent:
You have saved my life for me. sir:
What can l do to repay your
Bravely then outspake Itika:
"All my people now are starving
would like your kind permission
To hunt here within the valley"
Then the wolf was much delighted
And he called the pack together
To assist them in the killing.
When other days Itika
Came again into the forest
The great wolf drove hunted with him.
To this day on cold, bright evenings
Can be seen their weird reflections.
Lighted by the moons pale glmmer
Flashing up into the Heavens
southwark Northward, Earthward Skvward
Northern Lights, the people call them.
TIM
NEXT time Tim has anything on her ches.
We hope she writes it long enough to All The
entire colyum or cuts it to the usual fourtaen
eighteen. twenty-four OF thirtv-six lines W.
we must write part OF it we feel ve'r. entitlsd
to a bit more space.
TO GOLDFIyCH,
Are you tiny fragment
OF some yellow moon
Carelessly tossed down to earth
With your CHEEKY tune?
Your home swings in thistle.
And the thistes bloom
Lines couch with luxury.
In your silken room
Mankind oft hints that thistles
Punish him for sim
No avenging demon that
Which your nest sways in,
JAY G. sIGMUNp.
GENERAL WI PEI Flu. renor+e6 .x..e
sinated on Wednesday, came to life on Tnssds,
and delivered the grand "razzberry. 10 Ceneral
Chang Tso Lin.