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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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dash the rocks asunder,But it could not break the meshesOf that magic shirt of wampum.Till at sunset Hiawatha,Leaning on his bow of ash-tree,Wounded, weary, and desponding,With his mighty war-club broken,With his mittens torn and tattered,And three useless arrows only,Paused to rest beneath a pine-tree,From whose branches trailed the mosses,And whose trunk was coated overWith the Dead-man's Moccasin-leather,With the fungus white and yellow.Suddenly from the boughs above himSang the Mama, the woodpecker:"Aim your arrows, Hiawatha,At the head of Megissogwon,Strike the tuft of hair upon it,At their roots the long black tresses;There alone can he be wounded!"Winged with feathers, tipped with jasper,Swift flew Hiawatha's arrow,Just as Megissogwon, stooping,Raised a heavy stone to throw it.Full upon the crown it struck him,At the roots of his long tresses,And he reeled and staggered forward,Plunging like a wounded bison,Yes, like Pezhekee, the bison,When the snow is on the prairie.Swifter flew the second arrow,In the pathway of the other,Piercing deeper than the other,Wounding sorer than the other;And the knees of MegissogwonShook like windy reeds beneath him,Bent and trembled like the rushes.But the third and latest arrowSwiftest flew, and wounded sorest,And the mighty MegissogwonSaw the fiery eyes of Pauguk,Saw the eyes of Death glare at him,Heard his voice call in the darkness;At the feet of HiawathaLifeless lay the great Pearl-Feather,Lay the mightiest of Magicians.Then the grateful HiawathaCalled the Mama, the woodpecker,From his perch among the branchesOf the melancholy pine-tree,And, in honor of his service,Stained with blood the tuft of feathersOn the little head of Mama;Even to this day he wears it,Wears the tuft of crimson feathers,As a symbol of his service.Then he stripped the shirt of wampumFrom the back of Megissogwon,As a trophy of the battle,As a signal of his conquest.On the shore he left the body,Half on land and half in water,In the sand his feet were
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