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And he named her from the river, 
From the waterfall he named her, 
Minnehaha, Laughing-Water. 
hi.wvatha’s fasting. 
Tou shall hear how Hiawatha 
'Prayed and fasted in the forest, 
iNot for greater skill in hunting, 
“Not for greater craft in fishing, 
Not for triumphs in the battle 
And renown among the warriors, 
But iOr profit of the people. 
For advantage of the nations. 
THE MAIZE. 
After wrestling with Mondamin. 
Homeward then went Hiawatha 
To the lodge of old Nokomis, 
And the seven days of his fasting 
Were accomplished and completed. 
But the place was not forgotten 
Where he wrestled with Mondamin; 
Nor forgotten nor neglected 
Was the grave where lay Mondamin. 
Sleeping in the rain and sunshine, 
Where his scattered plumes and garments 
Faded in the rain and sunshine. 
Day by day did Hiawatha 
Go to wait and watch beside it; 
Kept the dark mould soft above it, 
Kept it clean from weeds and insects, 
Drove away, with scoffs and shoutings 
Kahgahgec, the king of ravens, 
Till at length a small green feather 
From the earth shot slowly upward, 
Then another, and another, 
And before the summer ended 
Stood the maize in all its beauty, 
With its shining robes about it, 
And its long soft yellow tresses; 
And in rapture Hiawatha 
Cried aloud, “ It is Mondamin ! 
Yes, the friend of man, Mondamin !” 
Then he called to old Nokomis 
And Iagoo the great boaster. 
Showed them where the maize was grow 
Told them of his wondrous vision, 
Of his wrestling and his triumph, 
Of this new gift to the nations, 
Which should be their food forever. 
THE SWEET SINGER. 
Most beloved by Hiawatha 
Was the gentle Chibiabos, 
He the best of all musicians, 
He the sweetest of all singers. 
Beautiful and childlike was he, 
Brave as man is, soft as woman, 
Pliant as a wand of willow, 
Stately as a deer with antlers. 
When he sang, the village listened; 
All the warriors gathered round him; 
All the women came to hear him; 
Now he stirred their souls to passion, 
Now he melted them to pity. 
From the hollow reeds he fashioned 
Flutes so musical and mellow, 
That the brook, the Sebowisha, 
Ceased to murmur in the woodland, 
That the wood-birds ceased from singing, 
And the squirrel, Adjidaumo, 
Ceased his chatter in the oak tree, 
And the rabbit, the Wabasso, 
Sat upright to look and listen. 
Yes, the brook, the Sebowisha, 
Pausing, said, “O Chibiabos, 
Teach my waves to flow in music, 
Softly as your words in singing 1 ” 
Yes, the bluebird, the Owaissa, 
Envious said, “ O Chibiabos, 
Teach me tones as wild and wayward, 
Teach me songs as full of frenzy !” 
Yes, the robin, the Opeechce, 
Joyous said, “ O Chibiabos, 
Teach me tones as sweet and tender, 
Teach me songs as full of gladness ! ” 
And the whippoorwill, Wawonaissa, 
Sobbing, said, “ O Chibiabos, 
Teach me tones as, melancholy, 
Teach me songs as full of sadness ! ” 
All the'many sounds of nature 
Borrowed sweetness from his singing; 
All the hearts of men were softened 
By the pathos of his music; 
For he sang of peace and freedom, 
r ing, Sang of beauty, love and longing; . 
Sang of death and life undying 
In the Islands of the Blessed, 
In the kingdom of Poncmah 
In the land of the Hereafter. 
