With a shout and song of triumph. And the very strong man, Kwasind, He has slain the great Pearl-Feather, Him, who sent the fiery fever, Sent the white fog from the fen-lands, Sent disease and death among us!" Ever dear to Hiawatha Was the memory of Mama! And in token of his friendship, As a mark of his remembrance, He adorned and decked his pipe-stem With the crimson tuft of feathers, With the blood-red crest of Mama. All the trophies of the battle, X. HIAWATHA'S WOOING. "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows, Useless each without the other! Thus the youthful Hiawatha Said within himself and pondered, In the land of the Dacotahs. "Wed a maiden of your people," Thus dissuading spake Nokomis, Gravely then said old Nokomis : C Feet that run on willing errands!" 66 Still dissuading said Nokomis: Bring not to my lodge a stranger From the land of the Dacotahs! Very fierce are the Dacotahs, Often is there war between us, There are feuds yet unforgotten, Wounds that ache and still may open!" Laughing answered Hiawatha : “For that reason, if no other, Would I wed the fair Dacotah, |