We apologized and promised to behave better ; she went on , appeased : `` Accadee was all these things that I have mentioned , and he was the best hunter in the tribe besides . Never an arrow of his that did not go straight to the mark . Many and many a snow white moose he shot , and gave the beautiful skin to his sweetheart . Her name was Shuben and she was as lovely as the moon when it rises from the sea , and as pleasant as a summer twilight . Her eyes were dark and soft , her foot was as light as a breeze , and her voice sounded like a brook in the woods , or the wind that comes over the hills at night . She and Accadee were very much in love with each other , and often they hunted together , for Shuben was almost as skilful with her bow and arrow as Accadee himself . They had loved each other ever since they were small pappooses , and they had vowed to love each other as long as the river ran . `` One twilight , when Accadee was out hunting in the woods , he shot a snow white moose ; and he took off its skin and wrapped it around him . Then he went on through the woods in the starlight ; and he felt so happy and light of heart that he sometimes frisked and capered about just as a real moose would do . And he was doing this when Shuben , who was also out hunting , saw him from afar and thought he was a real moose . She stole cautiously through the woods until she came to the brink of a little valley . Below her stood the snow white moose . She drew her arrow to her eye -- alas , she knew the art only too well ! -- and took careful aim . The next moment Accadee fell dead with her arrow in his heart . '' The Story Girl paused -- a dramatic pause . It was quite dark in the fir wood . We could see her face and eyes but dimly through the gloom . A silvery moon was looking down on us over the granary . The stars twinkled through the softly waving boughs .
Beyond the wood we caught a glimpse of a moonlit world lying XXXXX the sharp frost of the October evening .
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