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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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King of all the beavers."But not long had Pau-Puk-KeewisSat in state among the beavers,When there came a voice, of warningFrom the watchman at his stationIn the water-flags and lilies,Saying, "Here Is Hiawatha!Hiawatha with his hunters!"Then they heard a cry above them,Heard a shouting and a tramping,Heard a crashing and a rushing,And the water round and o'er themSank and sucked away in eddies,And they knew their dam was broken.On the lodge's roof the huntersLeaped, and broke it all asunder;Streamed the sunshine through the crevice,Sprang the beavers through the doorway,Hid themselves in deeper water,In the channel of the streamlet;But the mighty Pau-Puk-KeewisCould not pass beneath the doorway;He was puffed with pride and feeding,He was swollen like a bladder.Through the roof looked Hiawatha,Cried aloud, "O Pau-Puk-KeewisVain are all your craft and cunning,Vain your manifold disguises!Well I know you, Pau-Puk-Keewis!"With their clubs they beat and bruised him,Beat to death poor Pau-Puk-Keewis,Pounded him as maize is pounded,Till his skull was crushed to pieces.Six tall hunters, lithe and limber,Bore him home on poles and branches,Bore the body of the beaver;But the ghost, the Jeebi in him,Thought and felt as Pau-Puk-Keewis,Still lived on as Pau-Puk-Keewis.And it fluttered, strove, and struggled,Waving hither, waving thither,As the curtains of a wigwamStruggle with their thongs of deer-skin,When the wintry wind is blowing;Till it drew itself together,Till it rose up from the body,Till it took the form and featuresOf the cunning Pau-Puk-KeewisVanishing into the forest.But the wary HiawathaSaw the figure ere it vanished,Saw the form of Pau-Puk-KeewisGlide into the soft blue shadowOf the pine-trees of the forest;Toward the squares of white beyond it,Toward an opening in the forest.Like a wind it rushed and panted,Bending all the boughs before it,And behind it, as the rain comes,Came the steps of Hiawatha.To a lake with many islandsCame the breathless Pau-Puk-Keewis,Where among the water-liliesPishnekuh, the brant,
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