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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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the village worked the women,Pounded maize, or dressed the deer-skin;And the young men played togetherOn the ice the noisy ball-play,On the plain the dance of snow-shoes.One dark evening, after sundown,In her wigwam Laughing WaterSat with old Nokomis, waitingFor the steps of HiawathaHomeward from the hunt returning.On their faces gleamed the firelight,Painting them with streaks of crimson,In the eyes of old NokomisGlimmered like the watery moonlight,In the eyes of Laughing WaterGlistened like the sun in water;And behind them crouched their shadowsIn the corners of the wigwam,And the smoke In wreaths above themClimbed and crowded through the smoke-flue.Then the curtain of the doorwayFrom without was slowly lifted;Brighter glowed the fire a moment,And a moment swerved the smoke-wreath,As two women entered softly,Passed the doorway uninvited,Without word of salutation,Without sign of recognition,Sat down in the farthest corner,Crouching low among the shadows.From their aspect and their garments,Strangers seemed they in the village;Very pale and haggard were they,As they sat there sad and silent,Trembling, cowering with the shadows.Was it the wind above the smoke-flue,Muttering down into the wigwam?Was it the owl, the Koko-koho,Hooting from the dismal forest?Sure a voice said in the silence:"These are corpses clad in garments,These are ghosts that come to haunt you,From the kingdom of Ponemah,From the land of the Hereafter!"Homeward now came HiawathaFrom his hunting in the forest,With the snow upon his tresses,And the red deer on his shoulders.At the feet of Laughing WaterDown he threw his lifeless burden;Nobler, handsomer she thought him,Than when first he came to woo her,First threw down the deer before her,As a token of his wishes,As a promise of the future.Then he turned and saw the strangers,Cowering, crouching with the shadows;Said within himself, "Who are they?What strange guests has Minnehaha?"But he questioned not the strangers,Only spake to bid them welcomeTo his lodge, his food, his fireside.When the
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