Never danger nor suspicion,
Never want of food or shelter,
In the lodge of Hiawatha!"

Forth into the village went he,
Bade farewell to all the warriors,
Bade farewell to all the young men,
Spake persuading, spake in this wise:
I am going, O my people,

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On a long and distant journey;
Many moons and many winters
Will have come, and will have vanished,
Ere I come again to see you.

But my guests I leave behind me;
Listen to their words of wisdom,
Listen to the truth they tell you,
For the Master of Life has sent them
From the land of light and morning!"
On the shore stood Hiawatha,
Turned and waved his hand at parting;
On the clear and luminous water
Launched his birch canoe for sailing,
From the pebbles of the margin
Shoved it forth into the water;
Whispered to it," Westward! westward!"
And with speed it darted forward.

And the evening sun descending
Set the clouds on fire with redness,
Burned the broad sky, like a prairie,
Left upon the level water

One long track and trail of splendor,
Down whose stream, as down a river,
Westward, westward Hiawatha
Sailed into the fiery sunset,
Sailed into the purple vapors,
Sailed into the dusk of evening.

And the people from the margin
Watched him floating, rising, sinking,
Till the birch canoe seemed lifted
High into that sea of splendor,

Till it sank into the vapors

Like the new moon slowly, slowly
Sinking in the purple distance.

And they said, "Farewell forever!"
Said, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!”
And the forests, dark and lonely,

Moved through all their depths of darkness,
Sighed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!"
And the waves upon the margin
Rising, rippling on the pebbles,
Sobbed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!"
And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,
From her haunts among the fen-lands,
Screamed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha !"
Thus departed Hiawatha,

Hiawatha the Beloved,

In the glory of the sunset,
In the purple mists of evening,
To the regions of the home-wind,
Of the Northwest wind Keewaydın,
To the Islands of the Blessed,
To the kingdom of Ponemah,
To the land of the Hereafter!

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Minneha/ha, Laughing Water; | Pe/boan, Winter.

wife of Hiawatha.
Minne-walwa, a pleasant sound,
as of the wind in the trees.
Mishe-Mo/kwa, the Great Bear.
Mishe-Nah/ma, the Great Stur-
geon.

Miskodeed', the Spring-Beauty,
the Claytonia Virginica.
Monda/min, Indian corn.
Moon of Bright Nights, April.
Moon of Leaves, May.
Moon of Strawberries, June.
Moon of the Falling Leaves,
September.

Moon of Snow-Shoes, Novem

ber. Mudjekee/wis, the West-Wind; father of Hiawatha. Mudway-aush/ka,

sound

of

waves on a shore.
Mushkoda/sa, the grouse.
Nah/ma, the sturgeon.
Nah/ma-wusk, spearmint.
Na/gow Wudjloo, the Sand
Dunes of Lake Superior.
Nee-ba-naw/-baigs, water-spir-

its.

Pemi/can, meat of the deer o
buffalo dried and pounded.
Pezhekeel, the bison.
Pishnekuh', the brant.
Pone/mah, hereafter.

Pugasaing, Game of the Bowl.
Puggawau/gun, a war-club.
Puk-Wudj'ies, little wild men
of the woods; pigmies.
Sah-sa-je-wun, rapids.
Sah/wa, the perch.
Segwun!, Spring.
Shalda, the pelican.
Shahbo/min, the gooseberry.
Shah-shah, long ago.
Shaugoda/ya, a coward.
Shawgashee, the craw-fish.
Shawonda/see, the South-Wind.
Shaw/shaw, the swallow.
Shesh-ebwug, ducks; pieces in
the Game of the Bowl.
Shin'gebis, the diver, or greebe.
Showain/ neme/shin, pity me.
Shuh-shuh/gah, the blue heron.
Soan-ge-ta/ha, strong-hearted.
Subbeka/she, the spider.
Sugge/ma, the mosquito.
Toltem, family coat-of-arms.
Ugh, yes.

Ugudwash', the sun-fish.
Unktaheel, the God of Water.
Wabas/so, the rabbit; the North.
Wabe/no, a magician, a juggler.
Wabe/no-wusk, yarrow.
Walbun, the East-Wind.
Wa/bun An/nung, the Star of
the East, the Morning Star.
Wahono/win, a cry of lamenta-
tion.
Wah-wah-tay/see, the fire-fly.
Wam/pum, beads of shell.
Waubewylon, a white

wrapper.

skin

Walwa, the wild-goose.
Waw/beek, a rock.
Waw-be-wa/wa, the white goose.
Wawonais/sa, the whippoorwill.
Way-muk-kwa/na, the cater
pillar.
Wen/digoes, giants.
Weno/nah, Hiawatha's mother,
daughter of Nokomis.
Yenadiz/ze, an idler and gam
bler; an Indian dandy.