A poem my grandma recited to me in the late 40's and early 50's was
about a women named Alta Wayne? who lived in the mountains and was
raising her child in the absence of her husband.  It was about how the
child roamed away and was almost killed by the mountain lion.  all my
sister and I can rememberis the name Brave Alta Wayne and the start of
the poem which goes something like this:  The snow clad mountains
lofty height, with it's head so brim in the balded sky, where ore the
wild rock grey and brown the crystal waters came leaping down, etc,
etc.   I need someone's help so much here.  None of my research as
done any good. Thanks, Sandy