HO W AND WHERE TO SPIN. 105 



Slowly upward, wavering, gleaming 

 Like a white moon in the water, 

 Rose the Ugudwash, the sun-fish, 

 Seized the line of Hiawatha, 

 Swung with all his weight upon it. 

 Made a whirlpool in the water ; 

 Whirled the birch-canoe in circles, 

 Round and round in gurgling eddies 

 Till the circles in the water 

 Reached the far-off sandy beaches, 

 Till the water-flags and rushes 

 Nodded on the distant margins. 



But when Hiawatha saw him 

 Slowly rising through the water, 

 Lifting his great disc of whiteness, 

 Loud he shouted in derision, 

 ' Esa ! esa ! shame upon you ! 

 You are Ugudwash, the sun- fish, 

 You are not the fish I wanted, 

 You are not the King of Fishes !' 



Wavering downward, white and ghastly, 

 Sank the Ugudwash, the sun-fish, 

 And again the sturgeon, Nahma, 

 Heard the shout of Hiawatha, 

 Heard his challenge of defiance, 

 The unnecessary tumult, 

 Ringing far across the water. 



From the white sand of the bottom, 

 Up he rose with angry gesture, 

 Quivering in each nerve and fibre, 

 Clashing all his plates of armour, 

 Gleaming bright with all his war-paint ; 

 In his wrath he darted upward, 

 Flashing leaped into the sunshine, 

 Opened his great jaws and swallowed 

 Both canoe and Hiawatha ! 



On the principle of the ' penny dreadfuls,' this is the proper 

 place to take leave of Hiawatha, and if there are any of my 

 readers who do not know the sequel to his ' prodigious fishing,' 

 I must refer them to the poem itself, to my mind far the most 



