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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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with his war-paints,Stripes of yellow, red, and azure,Spots of brown and spots of sable;And he lay there on the bottom,Fanning with his fins of purple,As above him HiawathaIn his birch canoe came sailing,With his fishing-line of cedar."Take my bait," cried Hiawatha,Dawn into the depths beneath him,"Take my bait, O Sturgeon, Nahma!Come up from below the water,Let us see which is the stronger!"And he dropped his line of cedarThrough the clear, transparent water,Waited vainly for an answer,Long sat waiting for an answer,And repeating loud and louder,"Take my bait, O King of Fishes!"Quiet lay the sturgeon, Nahma,Fanning slowly in the water,Looking up at Hiawatha,Listening to his call and clamor,His unnecessary tumult,Till he wearied of the shouting;And he said to the Kenozha,To the pike, the Maskenozha,"Take the bait of this rude fellow,Break the line of Hiawatha!"In his fingers HiawathaFelt the loose line jerk and tighten,As he drew it in, it tugged soThat the birch canoe stood endwise,Like a birch log in the water,With the squirrel, Adjidaumo,Perched and frisking on the summit.Full of scorn was HiawathaWhen he saw the fish rise upward,Saw the pike, the Maskenozha,Coming nearer, nearer to him,And he shouted through the water,"Esa! esa! shame upon you!You are but the pike, Kenozha,You are not the fish I wanted,You are not the King of Fishes!"Reeling downward to the bottomSank the pike in great confusion,And the mighty sturgeon, Nahma,Said to Ugudwash, the sun-fish,To the bream, with scales of crimson,"Take the bait of this great boaster,Break the line of Hiawatha!"Slowly upward, wavering, gleaming,Rose the Ugudwash, the sun-fish,Seized the line of Hiawatha,Swung with all his weight upon it,Made a whirlpool in the water,Whirled the birch canoe in circles,Round and round in gurgling eddies,Till the circles in the waterReached the far-off sandy beaches,Till the water-flags and rushesNodded on the distant margins.But when Hiawatha saw himSlowly rising through
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