The singer's face brightened as he tummed and sang with peculiar grace notes and throat warbles of "Kaluscap's war with the magi," and the spirit of his people, rising to the sweet magic of melody, came shining in his eyes.

He sang the lovers' song, "The Bark Canoe." (See F.R.

Burton's "American Primitive Music.) "While the stars shine and falls the dew, I seek my love in bark canoe." And then the cradle song, "The Naked Bear Shall Never Catch Thee." When he stopped, he stared at the fire; and after a long pause Rolf ventured, "My mother would have loved your songs." Whether he heard or not, the warm emanation surely reached the Indian, and he began to answer the question of an hour before: "Her name was Gamowini, for she sang like the sweet night bird at Asamuk.

I brought her from her father's house at Saugatuck.

We lived at Myanos.