The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло

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       "He it was who slew my father,

      By his wicked wiles and cunning,

      When he from the moon descended,

      When he came on earth to seek me.

      He, the mightiest of Magicians,

      Sends the fever from the marshes,

      Sends the pestilential vapors,

      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,

      Take your war-club, Puggawaugun,

      And your mittens, Minjekahwun,

      And your birch-canoe for sailing,

      And the oil of Mishe-Nahma,

      So to smear its sides, that swiftly

      You may pass the black pitch-water;

      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

      Armed himself with all his war-gear,

      Launched his birch-canoe for sailing;

      With his palm its sides he patted,

      Said with glee, "Cheemaun, my darling,

      O my Birch-canoe! leap forward,

      Where you see the fiery serpents,

      Where you see the black pitch-water!"

       Forward leaped Cheemaun exulting,

      And the noble Hiawatha

      Sang his war-song wild and woful,

      And above him the war-eagle,

      The Keneu, the great war-eagle,

      Master of all fowls with feathers,

      Screamed and hurtled through the heavens.

       Soon he reached the fiery serpents,

      The Kenabeek, the great serpents,

      Lying huge upon the water,

      Sparkling, rippling in the water,

      Lying coiled across the passage,

      With their blazing crests uplifted,

      Breathing fiery fogs and vapors,

      So that none could pass beyond them.

       But the fearless Hiawatha

      Cried aloud, and spake in this wise:

      "Let me pass my way, Kenabeek,

      Let me go upon my journey!"

      And they answered, hissing fiercely,

      With their fiery breath made answer:

      "Back, go back! O Shaugodaya!

      Back to old Nokomis, Faint-heart!"

       Then the angry Hiawatha

      Raised his mighty bow of ash-tree,

      Seized his arrows, jasper-headed,

      Shot them fast among the serpents;

      Every twanging of the bow-string

      Was a war-cry and a death-cry,

      Every whizzing of an arrow

      Was a death-song of Kenabeek.

       Weltering in the bloody water,

      Dead lay all the fiery serpents,

      And among them Hiawatha

      Harmless sailed, and cried exulting:

      "Onward, O Cheemaun, my darling!

      Onward to the black pitch-water!"

       Then he took the oil of Nahma,

      And the bows and sides anointed,

      Smeared them well with oil, that swiftly

      He might pass the black pitch-water.

       All night long he sailed upon it,

      Sailed upon that sluggish water,

      Covered with its mould of ages,

      Black with rotting water-rushes,

      Rank with flags and leaves of lilies,

      Stagnant, lifeless, dreary, dismal,

      Lighted by the shimmering moonlight,

      And by will-o'-the-wisps illumined,

      Fires by ghosts of dead men kindled,

      In their weary night-encampments.

       All the air was white with moonlight,

      All the water black with shadow,

      And around him the Suggema,

      The mosquito, sang his war-song,

      And the fire-flies, Wah-wah-taysee,

      Waved their torches to mislead him;

      And the bull-frog, the Dahinda,

      Thrust his head into the moonlight,

      Fixed his yellow eyes upon him,

      Sobbed and sank beneath the surface;

      And anon a thousand whistles,

      Answered over all the fen-lands,

      And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,

      Far off on the reedy margin,

      Heralded the hero's coming.

       Westward thus fared Hiawatha,

      Toward the realm of Megissogwon,

      Toward the land of the Pearl-Feather,

      Till the level moon stared at him,

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