Far down the Beautiful River, PAGE Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash, Into the golden stream of the broad and swift Mississippi, 135 Then in his place, at the prow of the boat, rose one of the oarsmen, Sailed on those gloomy and midnight streams, blew a blast on his bugle. 137 Then glad voices were heard, and up from the banks of the river, 141 HIAWATHA. PAGE Hidden in the alder-bushes, There he waited till the deer came, Till he saw two antlers lifted, Then, upon one knee uprising, Dead he lay there in the forest, From his lodge went Hiawatha, And to whom he gave the right hand Of his heart, in joy and sorrow; And the very strong man, Kwasind. They remained as Little People, On the island's craggy headlands. THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH. In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims, To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling, Clad in doublet and hose, and boots of Cordovan leather, 237 239 245 263 291 So through the Plymouth woods John Alden went on his errand. 296 Any woman in Plymouth, nay, any woman in England, PAGE 299 301 Figures, ten, in the mist, marched slowly out of the village. 304 Shouting, 'Who is there here to fight with the brave Wattawamat?' Then he unsheathed his knife, and, whetting the blade on his left hand, 311 Come, you must not be idle; if I am a pattern for housewives, Show yourself equally worthy of being the model of husbands; Hold this skein on your hands, while I wind it ready for knitting. 314 In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; 345 Then fell a sudden shadow on the page, In the convent of Drontheim, Alone in her chamber Knelt Astrid the Abbess, PAGE 374 398 |