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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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and cunning,All their skill in wiles of warfare,They perceived no danger near them,Till their claws became entangled,Till they found themselves imprisonedIn the snares of Hiawatha.From his place of ambush came he,Striding terrible among them,And so awful was his aspectThat the bravest quailed with terror.Without mercy he destroyed themRight and left, by tens and twenties,And their wretched, lifeless bodiesHung aloft on poles for scarecrowsRound the consecrated cornfields,As a signal of his vengeance,As a warning to marauders.Only Kahgahgee, the leader,Kahgahgee, the King of Ravens,He alone was spared among themAs a hostage for his people.With his prisoner-string he bound him,Led him captive to his wigwam,Tied him fast with cords of elm-barkTo the ridge-pole of his wigwam."Kahgahgee, my raven!" said he,"You the leader of the robbers,You the plotter of this mischief,The contriver of this outrage,I will keep you, I will hold you,As a hostage for your people,As a pledge of good behavior!"And he left him, grim and sulky,Sitting in the morning sunshineOn the summit of the wigwam,Croaking fiercely his displeasure,Flapping his great sable pinions,Vainly struggling for his freedom,Vainly calling on his people!Summer passed, and ShawondaseeBreathed his sighs o'er all the landscape,From the South-land sent his ardor,Wafted kisses warm and tender;And the maize-field grew and ripened,Till it stood in all the splendorOf its garments green and yellow,Of its tassels and its plumage,And the maize-ears full and shiningGleamed from bursting sheaths of verdure.Then Nokomis, the old woman,Spake, and said to Minnehaha:"`T is the Moon when, leaves are falling;All the wild rice has been gathered,And the maize is ripe and ready;Let us gather in the harvest,Let us wrestle with Mondamin,Strip him of his plumes and tassels,Of his garments green and yellow!"And the merry Laughing WaterWent rejoicing from the wigwam,With Nokomis, old and wrinkled,And they called the women round them,Called the young men and the maidens,To the harvest
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