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wg 60 LavcHING Boy ing away her youth in a few years of hard labour, herding sheep, hoeing corn, packing firewood, § growing square across the hips and flat in the face and heavy in the legs. No; she had seen the Amer- ican women. First there was money; the Ameri- cans must serve her a little while yet; then, after #8 that, the unmapped cafions, and the Indians who § spoke no English. | She sat perfectly still, looking at nothing and #8 hating Americans. She had not turned herself ] loose like this in a long time. Some young man, far below, was singing a gay song about the owl that; turned her thoughts to Laughing Boy; she relaxed and smiled. This was something happy to thi of. He came like the War God in the song, she thought, and began to sing it haltingly, not s of the exact words — ‘Now Slayer of Enemy Gods, alone I see him coming; Down from the skies, alone I see him coming. His voice sounds all about. Lé-é/ His voice sounds, divine. Lé-é!’ That is he, she thought, Slayer of Enemy Gods. He would be shocked to hear me say it, hear a woman sing that song. She went on to the formal ending, ‘In beauty if is finished, in beauty it is finished,” then changed it, ‘In beauty it is begun. In beauty it is begun Thanks.’ FE Ty PR