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In those days the Evil Spirits	A
All the Manitos of mischief	B
Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom	C
And his love for Chibiabos	A
Jealous of their faithful friendship	D
And their noble words and actions	A
Made at length a league against them	E
To molest them and destroy them	E
Hiawatha wise and wary	F
Often said to Chibiabos	A
'O my brother do not leave me	F
Lest the Evil Spirits harm you '	G
Chibiabos young and heedless	A
Laughing shook his coal black tresses	A
Answered ever sweet and childlike	H
'Do not fear for me O brother	I
Harm and evil come not near me '	G
Once when Peboan the Winter	I
Roofed with ice the Big Sea Water	I
When the snow flakes whirling downward	J
Hissed among the withered oak leaves	A
Changed the pine trees into wigwams	A
Covered all the earth with silence	A
Armed with arrows shod with snow shoes	A
Heeding not his brother's warning	K
Fearing not the Evil Spirits	A
Forth to hunt the deer with antlers	A
All alone went Chibiabos	A
Right across the Big Sea Water	I
Sprang with speed the deer before him	L
With the wind and snow he followed	M
O'er the treacherous ice he followed	M
Wild with all the fierce commotion	N
And the rapture of the hunting	K
But beneath the Evil Spirits	A
Lay in ambush waiting for him	L
Broke the treacherous ice beneath him	L
Dragged him downward to the bottom	C
Buried in the sand his body	F
Unktahee the god of water	I
He the god of the Dacotahs	A
Drowned him in the deep abysses	A
Of the lake of Gitche Gumee	C
From the headlands Hiawatha	O
Sent forth such a wail of anguish	P
Such a fearful lamentation	N
That the bison paused to listen	N
And the wolves howled from the prairies	A
And the thunder in the distance	A
Starting answered 'Baim wawa '	G
Then his face with black he painted	Q
With his robe his head he covered	J
In his wigwam sat lamenting	K
Seven long weeks he sat lamenting	K
Uttering still this moan of sorrow	R
'He is dead the sweet musician	N
He the sweetest of all singers	A
He has gone from us forever	I
He has moved a little nearer	I
To the Master of all music	S
To the Master of all singing	K
O my brother Chibiabos '	G
And the melancholy fir trees	A
Waved their dark green fans above him	C
Waved their purple cones above him	C
Sighing with him to console him	C
Mingling with his lamentation	N
Their complaining their lamenting	K
Came the Spring and all the forest	T
Looked in vain for Chibiabos	A
Sighed the rivulet Sebowisha	P
Sighed the rushes in the meadow	R
From the tree tops sang the bluebird	J
Sang the bluebird the Owaissa	A
'Chibiabos Chibiabos	A
He is dead the sweet musician '	G
From the wigwam sang the robin	N
Sang the robin the Opechee	P
'Chibiabos Chibiabos	A
He is dead the sweetest singer '	G
And at night through all the forest	T
Went the whippoorwill complaining	K
Wailing went the Wawonaissa	A
'Chibiabos Chibiabos	A
He is dead the sweet musician	N
He the sweetest of all singers '	G
Then the Medicine men the Medas	A
The magicians the Wabenos	A
And the Jossakeeds the Prophets	A
Came to visit Hiawatha	O
Built a Sacred Lodge beside him	C
To appease him to console him	C
Walked in silent grave procession	N
Bearing each a pouch of healing	K
Skin of beaver lynx or otter	I
Filled with magic roots and simples	A
Filled with very potent medicines	A
When he heard their steps approaching	K
Hiawatha ceased lamenting	K
Called no more on Chibiabos	A
Naught he questioned naught he answered	J
But his mournful head uncovered	J
From his face the mourning colors	A
Washed he slowly and in silence	A
Slowly and in silence followed	M
Onward to the Sacred Wigwam	C
There a magic drink they gave him	C
Made of Nahma wusk the spearmint	M
And Wabeno wusk the yarrow	R
Roots of power and herbs of healing	K
Beat their drums and shook their rattles	A
Chanted singly and in chorus	A
Mystic songs like these they chanted	M
'I myself myself behold me	C
T Is the great Gray Eagle talking	K
Come ye white crows come and hear him	C
The loud speaking thunder helps me	C
All the unseen spirits help me	C
I can hear their voices calling	K
All around the sky I hear them	C
I can blow you strong my brother	I
I can heal you Hiawatha '	G
'Hi au ha ' replied the chorus	A
'Wayha way ' the mystic chorus	A
Friends of mine are all the serpents	A
Hear me shake my skin of hen hawk	U
Mahng the white loon I can kill him	C
I can shoot your heart and kill it	M
I can blow you strong my brother	I
I can heal you Hiawatha '	G
'Hi au ha ' replied the chorus	A
'Wayhaway ' the mystic chorus	A
'I myself myself the prophet	M
When I speak the wigwam trembles	A
Shakes the Sacred Lodge with terror	I
Hands unseen begin to shake it	M
When I walk the sky I tread on	N
Bends and makes a noise beneath me	C
I can blow you strong my brother	I
Rise and speak O Hiawatha '	G
'Hi au ha ' replied the chorus	A
'Way ha way ' the mystic chorus	A
Then they shook their medicine pouches	A
O'er the head of Hiawatha	O
Danced their medicine dance around him	C
And upstarting wild and haggard	M
Like a man from dreams awakened	M
He was healed of all his madness	A
As the clouds are swept from heaven	N
Straightway from his brain departed	M
All his moody melancholy	C
As the ice is swept from rivers	A
Straightway from his heart departed	M
All his sorrow and affliction	N
Then they summoned Chibiabos	A
From his grave beneath the waters	A
From the sands of Gitche Gumee	C
Summoned Hiawatha's brother	I
And so mighty was the magic	S
Of that cry and invocation	N
That he heard it as he lay there	V
Underneath the Big Sea Water	I
From the sand he rose and listened	M
Heard the music and the singing	K
Came obedient to the summons	A
To the doorway of the wigwam	C
But to enter they forbade him	C
Through a chink a coal they gave him	C
Through the door a burning fire brand	M
Ruler in the Land of Spirits	A
Ruler o'er the dead they made him	C
Telling him a fire to kindle	W
For all those that died thereafter	I
Camp fires for their night encampments	A
On their solitary journey	C
To the kingdom of Ponemah	C
To the land of the Hereafter	I
From the village of his childhood	M
From the homes of those who knew him	C
Passing silent through the forest	M
Like a smoke wreath wafted sideways	A
Slowly vanished Chibiabos	A
Where he passed the branches moved not	M
Where he trod the grasses bent not	M
And the fallen leaves of last year	X
Made no sound beneath his footstep	Y
Four whole days he journeyed onward	M
Down the pathway of the dead men	N
On the dead man's strawberry feasted	M
Crossed the melancholy river	I
On the swinging log he crossed it	M
Came unto the Lake of Silver	I
In the Stone Canoe was carried	M
To the Islands of the Blessed	M
To the land of ghosts and shadows	A
On that journey moving slowly	C
Many weary spirits saw he	C
Panting under heavy burdens	A
Laden with war clubs bows and arrows	A
Robes of fur and pots and kettles	A
And with food that friends had given	N
For that solitary journey	C
'Ay why do the living ' said they	Z
'Lay such heavy burdens on us	A
Better were it to go naked	M
Better were it to go fasting	K
Than to bear such heavy burdens	A
On our long and weary journey '	G
Forth then issued Hiawatha	O
Wandered eastward wandered westward	M
Teaching men the use of simples	A
And the antidotes for poisons	A
And the cure of all diseases	A
Thus was first made known to mortals	A
All the mystery of Medamin	C
All the sacred art of healing	K