The people were scattered like goats before the lion.

Many were taken by the men-robbers, and many were slain; and among them my father.
"The chief's wife, my mother, fled with me into the Great Forest.
Many days she lived on roots, and the 'little people' found her in her wanderings.

They took her by crooked paths far from the land of her people.

Ohe! "Through the dark woods--through the dark and terrible woods, through the mist and the rain, with much pain, she followed them as they went before her like shadows.

And in the folds of her blanket she bore me on her back.