VOCABULARY FOR HIAWATHA.

Baim-wa'wa, the sound of the Keno'zha, the pickerel.

Teacher; son of Mudjekeewis, Minjekah'wun, Hiawatha's mit

Monda'min, Indian corn.
Moon of Bright Nights, April.
Moon of Leaves, May.
Moon of Strawberries, June.
Moon of the Falling Leaves,
September.

sound of

Moon of Snow-shoes, November.
Mudjekee'wis, the West-Wind;
father of Hiawatha.
Mudway-aush'ka,
waves on a shore.
Mushkoda'sa, the grouse.
Nah'ma, the sturgeon.
Nah'ma-wusk, spearmint.
Na'gow Wudj'oo, the Sand Dunes
of Lake Superior.
Nee-ba-naw'-baigs, water-spirits.
Nenemoo'sha, sweetheart.
Nepah'win, sleep.

n'ees, little wild men of the
woods; pigmies.
Sah-sah-je-wun, rapids.
Sah'wa, the perch.
Segwun', Spring.
Sha'da, 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 ir
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.

Noko'mis, a grandmother; mo- Sugge'ma, the mosquito.

ther of Wenonah.

Totem, family coat-of-arms.
Ugh, yes.

Ugudwash', the sun-fish.

Unktahee', the God of Water.

Okahah'wis, the fresh-water her- Wabas'so, the rabbit; the North.

Wabe'no, a magician, a juggler.

Wabe'no-wusk, yarrow.

Wa'bun, the East-Wind.
Wa'bun An'nung, the Star of the
East, the Morning Star.

Osseo, Son of the Evening Star. Wahono'min,a cry of lamentation.

Owais'sa, the blue-bird.
Oweenee', wife of Osseo.
Ozawa'beek, a round piece of
brass or copper in the Game of
the Bowl.

Pah-puk-kee'na, the grasshopper.
Pau'guk, death.
Pau-Puk-Kee'wis, the handsome
Yenadizze, the Storm Fool.
Pe'boan, Winter.

Pem'ican, meat of the deer or
buffalo dried and pounded.
Pezhekee', the bison.
Pishnekuh', the brant.
Ponemah', hereafter.
Puggawau'gun, a war club.
Puk-Wudj'ies, Puk-Wudg-Ini-

Wah-wah-tay see, the fire-fly.
Wampum, shells or beads which
are made into belts, also used
as money.
Waubewy'on,

a white skin

Spake, in the pride of his heart, Miles Standish, the Captain of Plymouth:

"Look at these arms," he said, "the warlike weapons that

hang here,

Burnished and bright and clean, as if for parade or inspection!

This is the sword of Damascus I fought with in Flanders; this breastplate,

Well I remember the day! once saved my life in a skirmish; Here in front you can see the very dint of the bullet

Fired point-blank at my heart by a Spanish arcabucero. Had it not been of sheer steel, the forgotten bones of Miles

Standish

Would at this moment be mould, in their grave in the Flemish morasses.'

Thereupon answered John Alden, but looked not up from his writing:

"Truly the breath of the Lord hath slackened the speed of the bullet;

He in his mercy preserved you, to be our shield and our

weapon!"

Still the Captain continued, unheeding the words of the

stripling:

"See, how bright they are burnished, as if in an arsenal hanging:

That is because I have done it myself, and not left it to others. Serve yourself, would you be well served, is an excellent

adage;

So I take care of my arms, as you of your pens and your inkhorn.

Then, too, there are my soldiers, my great, invincible army, Twelve men, all equipped, having each his rest and his match

lock,

Eighteen shillings a month, together with diet and pillage, And, like Cæsar, I know the name of each of my soldiers!" This he said with a smile, that danced in his eyes as the

sunbeams

Dance on the waves of the sea, and vanish again in a moment Alden laughed as he wrote, and still the Captain continued. "Look! you can see from this window my brazen howitzer planted

High on the roof of the church, a preacher who speaks to the purpose,

Steady, straightforward, and strong, with irresistible logic,2c

Orthodox, flashing conviction right into the hearts of the heathen.

Now we are ready, I think, for any assault of the Indians; Let them come, if they like, and the sooner they try it the better,-

Let them come, if they like, be it sagamore, sachem, or pow

Wow,

Aspinet, Samoset, Corbitant, Squanto, or Tokamahamon !" Long at the window he stood, and wistfully gazed on the landscape,

Washed with a cold grey mist, the vapoury breath of the east wind,

Forest and meadow and hill, and the steel-blue rim of the

ocean,

Lying silent and sad, in the afternoon shadows and sunshine. Over his countenance flitted a shadow like those on the land

scape,

Gloom intermingled with light; and his voice was subdued with emotion,

Tenderness, pity, regret, as after a pause he proceeded: "Yonder there, on the hill by the sea, lies buried Rose Standish:

Beautiful rose of love, that bloomed for me by the wayside ; She was the first to die of all who came in the Mayflower. Green above her is growing the field of wheat we have sown there, Better to hide from the Indian Scouts the graves of our people, Lest they should count them and see how many already have perished!"

Sadly his face he averted, and strode up and down, and was thoughtful.

Fixed to the opposite wall was a shelf of books, and among them

Prominent three, distinguished alike for bulk and for binding: Bariffe's Artillery Guide, and the Commentaries of Cæsar, Out of the Latin translated by Arthur Goldinge of London, And, as if guarded by these, between them was standing the

Bible.

Musing a moment before them, Miles Standish paused, as if doubtful

Which of the three he should choose for his consolation and

comfort,

Whether the wars of the Hebrews, the famous campaigns of

the Romans,