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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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tumultAnd confusion of the battle,And the air was full of shoutings,And the thunder of the mountains,Starting, answered, "Baim-wawa!"Back retreated Mudjekeewis,Rushing westward o'er the mountains,Stumbling westward down the mountains,Three whole days retreated fighting,Still pursued by HiawathaTo the doorways of the West-Wind,To the portals of the Sunset,To the earth's remotest border,Where into the empty spacesSinks the sun, as a flamingoDrops into her nest at nightfallIn the melancholy marshes."Hold!" at length cried Mudjekeewis,"Hold, my son, my Hiawatha!'T is impossible to kill me,For you cannot kill the immortalI have put you to this trial,But to know and prove your courage;Now receive the prize of valor!"Go back to your home and people,Live among them, toil among them,Cleanse the earth from all that harms it,Clear the fishing-grounds and rivers,Slay all monsters and magicians,All the Wendigoes, the giants,All the serpents, the Kenabeeks,As I slew the Mishe-Mokwa,Slew the Great Bear of the mountains."And at last when Death draws near you,When the awful eyes of PaugukGlare upon you in the darkness,I will share my kingdom with you,Ruler shall you be thenceforwardOf the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin,Of the home-wind, the Keewaydin."Thus was fought that famous battleIn the dreadful days of Shah-shah,In the days long since departed,In the kingdom of the West-Wind.Still the hunter sees its tracesScattered far o'er hill and valley;Sees the giant bulrush growingBy the ponds and water-courses,Sees the masses of the WawbeekLying still in every valley.Homeward now went Hiawatha;Pleasant was the landscape round him,Pleasant was the air above him,For the bitterness of angerHad departed wholly from him,From his brain the thought of vengeance,From his heart the burning fever.Only once his pace he slackened,Only once he paused or halted,Paused to purchase heads of arrowsOf the ancient Arrow-maker,In the land of the Dacotahs,Where the Falls of MinnehahaFlash and gleam among the oak-trees,Laugh and leap into the valley.There the ancient Arrow-makerMade his arrow-heads
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