The chief was of a far greater size than
the people of his nation usually are, being as long as a man and quite
as broad.
Of all the creatures which came to listen to the singing of Awashanks
none appeared to enjoy it so highly as the chief of the trouts. As
his bulk prevented him from approaching so near as he wished, he,
from time to time, in his eagerness to enjoy the music to the best
advantage, ran his nose into the ground, and thus worked his way
a considerable distance into the land. Nightly he continued his
exertions to approach the source of the delightful sounds he heard,
till at length he had plowed out a wide and handsome channel, and so
effected his passage from the river to the hill, a distance extending
an arrow's-flight. Thither he repaired every night at the commencement
of darkness, sure to meet the maiden who had become so necessary to
his happiness. Soon he began to speak of the pleasure he enjoyed, and
to fill the ears of Awashanks with fond protestations of his love and
affection. Instead of singing to him, she now began to listen to his
voice. It was something so new and strange to her to hear the tones of
love and courtship, a thing so unusual to be told she was beautiful,
that it is not wonderful her head was turned by the new incident, and
that she began to think the voice of her lover the sweetest she had
ever heard.
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