Song of Hiawatha. Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло

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       And with threatening look and gesture

       Laid his hand upon the black rock,

       On the fatal Wawbeek laid it,

       With his mittens, Minjekahwun,

       Rent the jutting crag asunder,

       Smote and crushed it into fragments,

       Hurled them madly at his father,

       The remorseful Mudjekeewis,

       For his heart was hot within him,

       Like a living coal his heart was.

      But the ruler of the West-Wind

       Blew the fragments backward from him,

       With the breathing of his nostrils,

       With the tempest of his anger,

       Blew them back at his assailant;

       Seized the bulrush, the Apukwa,

       Dragged it with its roots and fibres

       From the margin of the meadow,

       From its ooze the giant bulrush;

       Long and loud laughed Hiawatha!

      Then began the deadly conflict,

       Hand to hand among the mountains;

       From his eyry screamed the eagle,

       The Keneu, the great war-eagle,

       Sat upon the crags around them,

       Wheeling flapped his wings above them.

      Like a tall tree in the tempest

       Bent and lashed the giant bulrush;

       And in masses huge and heavy

       Crashing fell the fatal Wawbeek;

       Till the earth shook with the tumult

       And confusion of the battle,

       And the air was full of shoutings,

       And the thunder of the mountains,

       Starting, answered, "Baim-wawa!"

      "But the ruler of the West-Wind

       Blew the fragments backward from him"

      Back retreated Mudjekeewis,