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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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village,Found the people in confusion,Heard of all the misdemeanors,All the malice and the mischief,Of the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis.Hard his breath came through his nostrils,Through his teeth he buzzed and mutteredWords of anger and resentment,Hot and humming, like a hornet."I will slay this Pau-Puk-Keewis,Slay this mischief-maker!" said he."Not so long and wide the world is,Not so rude and rough the way is,That my wrath shall not attain him,That my vengeance shall not reach him!"Then in swift pursuit departedHiawatha and the huntersOn the trail of Pau-Puk-Keewis,Through the forest, where he passed it,To the headlands where he rested;But they found not Pau-Puk-Keewis,Only in the trampled grasses,In the whortleberry-bushes,Found the couch where he had rested,Found the impress of his body.From the lowlands far beneath them,From the Muskoday, the meadow,Pau-Puk-Keewis, turning backward,Made a gesture of defiance,Made a gesture of derision;And aloud cried Hiawatha,From the summit of the mountains:"Not so long and wide the world is,Not so rude and rough the way is,But my wrath shall overtake you,And my vengeance shall attain you!"Over rock and over river,Through bush, and brake, and forest,Ran the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis;Like an antelope he bounded,Till he came unto a streamletIn the middle of the forest,To a streamlet still and tranquil,That had overflowed its margin,To a dam made by the beavers,To a pond of quiet water,Where knee-deep the trees were standing,Where the water lilies floated,Where the rushes waved and whispered.On the dam stood Pau-Puk-Keewis,On the dam of trunks and branches,Through whose chinks the water spouted,O'er whose summit flowed the streamlet.From the bottom rose the beaver,Looked with two great eyes of wonder,Eyes that seemed to ask a question,At the stranger, Pau-Puk-Keewis.On the dam stood Pau-Puk-Keewis,O'er his ankles flowed the streamlet,Flowed the bright and silvery water,And he spake unto the beaver,With a smile he spake in this wise:"O my friend Ahmeek, the beaver,Cool and pleasant Is
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