The Song of Hiawatha | Page 5

the diver, cared not;?Four great logs had he for firewood,?One for each moon of the winter,?And for food the fishes served him.?By his blazing fire he sat there,?Warm and merry, eating, laughing,?Singing, "O Kabibonokka,?You are but my fellow-mortal!"
Then Kabibonokka entered,?And though Shingebis, the diver,?Felt his presence by the coldness,?Felt his icy breath upon him,?Still he did not cease his singing,?Still he did not leave his laughing,?Only turned the log a little,?Only made the fire burn brighter,?Made the sparks fly up the smoke-flue.
From Kabibonokka's forehead,?From his snow-besprinkled tresses,?Drops of sweat fell fast and heavy,?Making dints upon the ashes,?As along the eaves of lodges,?As from drooping boughs of hemlock,?Drips the melting snow in spring-time,?Making hollows in the snow-drifts.
Till at last he rose defeated,?Could not bear the heat and laughter,?Could not bear the merry singing,?But rushed headlong through the door-way,?Stamped upon the crusted snow-drifts,?Stamped upon the lakes and rivers,?Made the snow upon them harder,?Made the ice upon them thicker,?Challenged Shingebis, the diver,?To come forth and wrestle with him,?To come forth and wrestle naked?On the frozen fens and moorlands.
Forth went Shingebis, the diver,?Wrestled all night with the North-Wind,?Wrestled naked on the moorlands?With the fierce Kabibonokka,?Till his panting breath grew fainter,?Till his frozen grasp grew feebler,?Till he reeled and staggered backward,?And retreated, baffled, beaten,?To the kingdom of Wabasso,?To the land of the White Rabbit,?Hearing still the gusty laughter,?Hearing Shingebis, the diver,?Singing, "O Kabibonokka,?You are but my fellow-mortal!"
Shawondasee, fat and lazy,?Had his dwelling far to southward,?In the drowsy, dreamy sunshine,?In the never-ending Summer.?He it was who sent the wood-birds,?Sent the robin, the Opechee,?Sent the bluebird, the Owaissa,?Sent the Shawshaw, sent the swallow,?Sent the wild-goose, Wawa, northward,?Sent the melons and tobacco,?And the grapes in purple clusters.
From his pipe the smoke ascending?Filled the sky with haze and vapor,?Filled the air with dreamy softness,?Gave a twinkle to the water,?Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,?Brought the tender Indian Summer?To the melancholy north-land,?In the dreary Moon of Snow-shoes.
Listless, careless Shawondasee!?In his life he had one shadow,?In his heart one sorrow had he.?Once, as he was gazing northward,?Far away upon a prairie?He beheld a maiden standing,?Saw a tall and slender maiden?All alone upon a prairie;?Brightest green were all her garments,?And her hair was like the sunshine.
Day by day he gazed upon her,?Day by day he sighed with passion,?Day by day his heart within him?Grew more hot with love and longing?For the maid with yellow tresses.?But he was too fat and lazy?To bestir himself and woo her.?Yes, too indolent and easy?To pursue her and persuade her;?So he only gazed upon her,?Only sat and sighed with passion?For the maiden of the prairie.
Till one morning, looking northward,?He beheld her yellow tresses?Changed and covered o'er with whiteness,?Covered as with whitest snow-flakes.?"Ah! my brother from the North-land,?From the kingdom of Wabasso,?From the land of the White Rabbit!?You have stolen the maiden from me,?You have laid your hand upon her,?You have wooed and won my maiden,?With your stories of the North-land!"
Thus the wretched Shawondasee?Breathed into the air his sorrow;?And the South-Wind o'er the prairie?Wandered warm with sighs of passion,?With the sighs of Shawondasee,?Till the air seemed full of snow-flakes,?Full of thistle-down the prairie,?And the maid with hair like sunshine?Vanished from his sight forever;?Never more did Shawondasee?See the maid with yellow tresses!
Poor, deluded Shawondasee!?'T was no woman that you gazed at,?'T was no maiden that you sighed for,?'T was the prairie dandelion?That through all the dreamy Summer?You had gazed at with such longing,?You had sighed for with such passion,?And had puffed away forever,?Blown into the air with sighing.?Ah! deluded Shawondasee!
Thus the Four Winds were divided?Thus the sons of Mudjekeewis?Had their stations in the heavens,?At the corners of the heavens;?For himself the West-Wind only?Kept the mighty Mudjekeewis.
III
Hiawatha's Childhood
Downward through the evening twilight,?In the days that are forgotten,?In the unremembered ages,?From the full moon fell Nokomis,?Fell the beautiful Nokomis,?She a wife, but not a mother.
She was sporting with her women,?Swinging in a swing of grape-vines,?When her rival the rejected,?Full of jealousy and hatred,?Cut the leafy swing asunder,?Cut in twain the twisted grape-vines,?And Nokomis fell affrighted?Downward through the evening twilight,?On the Muskoday, the meadow,?On the prairie full of blossoms.?"See! a star falls!" said the people;?"From the sky a star is falling!"
There among the ferns and mosses,?There among the prairie lilies,?On the Muskoday, the meadow,?In the moonlight and the starlight,?Fair Nokomis bore a daughter.?And she called her name Wenonah,?As the first-born of her daughters.?And the daughter of Nokomis?Grew up like the prairie lilies,?Grew a tall and slender maiden,?With the beauty of the moonlight,?With the beauty of the starlight.
And Nokomis warned her often,?Saying oft, and oft repeating,?"Oh, beware of Mudjekeewis,?Of the West-Wind, Mudjekeewis;?Listen not to what he tells you;?Lie not down upon the meadow,?Stoop not down among the lilies,?Lest the West-Wind come and harm you!"
But she heeded not the warning,?Heeded not those words of wisdom,?And the West-Wind came at evening,?Walking lightly o'er the prairie,?Whispering