There was a little silver moon—Diana's moon, the crescent of the huntress.
But to her, at last, there came a day when she was no longer the huntress but the hunted.
She symbolized Diana the Huntress, and was followed by her faithful hounds.
"There is no ship like a privateer, and no privateer like the Huntress," he was saying.
Mark my words, there will no good come to the Huntress from setting sail of a Friday.
Beyond them, the lights of the Huntress showed where she was getting up sail.
All this the quick eye of the huntress takes in at a glance, resolving her how to act.
It is the angel of the desert, no longer in huntress garb, but dressed as a lady.
Hunter and huntress, pillars and wrought iron, are for sale.
The word was undoubtedly Indian—especially as the huntress had pronounced it.