Till the waves washed through the rib-bones, Till the sea-gulls came no longer, And upon the sands lay nothing But the skeleton of Nahma. IX. HIAWATHA AND THE PEARL-FEATHER. On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Fiercely the red sun descending And the moon, the Night-Sun, eastward, Suddenly starting from his ambush, With its glare upon his features. And Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, Spake these words to Hiawatha : "Yonder dwells the great Pearl-Feather, Megissogwon, the Magician, Manito of Wealth and Wampum, Guarded by his fiery serpents, Guarded by the black pitch-water. You can see his fiery serpents, When he from the moon descended, When he came on earth to seek me. Sends the poisonous exhalations, Sends the white fog from the fen-lands, Sends disease and death among us! "Take your bow, O Hiawatha, Take your arrows, jasper-headed, So to smear its sides, that swiftly Slay this merciless magician, Save the people from the fever That he breathes across the fen-lands, And avenge my father's murder!" Straightway then my Hiawatha Where you see the black pitch-water ! And the noble Hiawatha Sang his war-song wild and woful, The Keneu, the great war-eagle, Master of all fowls with feathers, Screamed and hurtled through the heavens. Lying coiled across the passage, |