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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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Hiawatha!Is there anything can harm you?Anything you are afraid of?"But the wary HiawathaPaused awhile, as if uncertain,Held his peace, as if resolving,And then answered, "There is nothing,Nothing but the bulrush yonder,Nothing but the great Apukwa!"And as Mudjekeewis, rising,Stretched his hand to pluck the bulrush,Hiawatha cried in terror,Cried in well-dissembled terror,"Kago! kago! do not touch it!""Ah, kaween!" said Mudjekeewis,"No indeed, I will not touch it!"Then they talked of other matters;First of Hiawatha's brothers,First of Wabun, of the East-Wind,Of the South-Wind, Shawondasee,Of the North, Kabibonokka;Then of Hiawatha's mother,Of the beautiful Wenonah,Of her birth upon the meadow,Of her death, as old NokomisHad remembered and related.And he cried, "O Mudjekeewis,It was you who killed Wenonah,Took her young life and her beauty,Broke the Lily of the Prairie,Trampled it beneath your footsteps;You confess it! you confess it!"And the mighty MudjekeewisTossed upon the wind his tresses,Bowed his hoary head in anguish,With a silent nod assented.Then up started Hiawatha,And with threatening look and gestureLaid his hand upon the black rock,On the fatal Wawbeek laid it,With his mittens, Minjekahwun,Rent the jutting crag asunder,Smote and crushed it into fragments,Hurled them madly at his father,The remorseful Mudjekeewis,For his heart was hot within him,Like a living coal his heart was.But the ruler of the West-WindBlew the fragments backward from him,With the breathing of his nostrils,With the tempest of his anger,Blew them back at his assailant;Seized the bulrush, the Apukwa,Dragged it with its roots and fibresFrom the margin of the meadow,From its ooze the giant bulrush;Long and loud laughed Hiawatha!Then began the deadly conflict,Hand to hand among the mountains;From his eyry screamed the eagle,The Keneu, the great war-eagle,Sat upon the crags around them,Wheeling flapped his wings above them.Like a tall tree in the tempestBent and lashed the giant bulrush;And in masses huge and heavyCrashing fell the fatal Wawbeek;Till the earth shook with the
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