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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409558" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pau-Puk-Keewis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,<br>He, the handsome Yenadizze,<br>Whom the people called the Storm-Fool,<br>Vexed the village with disturbance;<br>You shall hear of all his mischief,<br>And his flight from Hiawatha,<br>And his wondrous transmigrations,<br>And the end of his adventures.<br> On the shores of Gitche Gumee,<br>On the dunes of Nagow Wudjoo,<br>By the shining Big-Sea-Water<br>Stood the lodge of Pau-Puk-Keewis.<br>It was he who in his frenzy<br>Whirled these drifting sands together,<br>On the dunes of Nagow Wudjoo,<br>When, among the guests assembled,<br>He so merrily and madly<br>Danced at Hiawatha's wedding,<br>Danced the Beggar's Dance to please them.<br> Now, in search of new adventures,<br>From his lodge went Pau-Puk-Keewis,<br>Came with speed into the village,<br>Found the young men all assembled<br>In the lodge of old Iagoo,<br>Listening to his monstrous stories,<br>To his wonderful adventures.<br> He was telling them the story<br>Of Ojeeg, the Summer-Maker,<br>How he made a hole in heaven,<br>How he climbed up into heaven,<br>And let out the summer-weather,<br>The perpetual, pleasant Summer;<br>How the Otter first essayed it;<br>How the Beaver, Lynx, and Badger<br>Tried in turn the great achievement,<br>From the summit of the mountain<br>Smote their fists against the heavens,<br>Smote against the sky their foreheads,<br>Cracked the sky, but could not break it;<br>How the Wolverine, uprising,<br>Made him ready for the encounter,<br>Bent his knees down, like a squirrel,<br>Drew his arms back, like a cricket.<br> "Once he leaped," said old Iagoo,<br>"Once he leaped, and lo! above him<br>Bent the sky, as ice in rivers<br>When the waters rise beneath it;<br>Twice he leaped, and lo! above him<br>Cracked the sky, as ice in rivers<br>When the freshet is at highest!<br>Thrice he leaped, and lo! above him<br>Broke the shattered sky asunder,<br>And he disappeared within it,<br>And Ojeeg, the Fisher Weasel,<br>With a bound went in behind him!"<br> "Hark you!" shouted Pau-Puk-Keewis<br>As he entered at the doorway;<br>"I am tired of all this talking,<br>Tired of old Iagoo's stories,<br>Tired of Hiawatha's wisdom.<br>Here is something to amuse you,<br>Better than this endless talking."<br> Then from out his pouch of wolf-skin<br>Forth he drew, with solemn manner,<br>All the game of Bowl and Counters,<br>Pugasaing, with thirteen pieces.<br>White on one side were they painted,<br>And vermilion on the other;<br>Two Kenabeeks or great serpents,<br>Two Ininewug or wedge-men,<br>One great war-club, Pugamaugun,<br>And one slender fish, the Keego,<br>Four round pieces, Ozawabeeks,<br>And three Sheshebwug or ducklings.<br>All were made of bone and painted,<br>All except the Ozawabeeks;<br>These were brass, on one side burnished,<br>And were black upon the other.<br> In a wooden bowl he placed them,<br>Shook and jostled them together,<br>Threw them on the ground before him,<br>Thus exclaiming and explaining:<br>"Red side up are all the pieces,<br>And one great Kenabeek standing<br>On the bright side of a brass piece,<br>On a burnished Ozawabeek;<br>Thirteen tens and eight are counted."<br> Then again he shook the pieces,<br>Shook and jostled them together,<br>Threw them on the ground before him,<br>Still exclaiming and explaining:<br>"White are both the great Kenabeeks,<br>White the Ininewug, the wedge-men,<br>Red are all the other pieces;<br>Five tens and an eight are counted."<br> Thus he taught the game of hazard,<br>Thus displayed it and explained it,<br>Running through its various chances,<br>Various changes, various meanings:<br>Twenty curious eyes stared at him,<br>Full of eagerness stared at him.<br> "Many games," said old Iagoo,<br>"Many games of skill and hazard<br>Have I seen in different nations,<br>Have I played in different countries.<br>He who plays with old Iagoo<br>Must have very nimble fingers;<br>Though you think yourself so skilful,<br>I can beat you, Pau-Puk-Keewis,<br>I can even give you lessons<br>In your game of Bowl and Counters!"<br> So they sat and played together,<br>All the old men and the young men,<br>Played for dresses, weapons, wampum,<br>Played till midnight, played till morning,<br>Played until the Yenadizze,<br>Till the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis,<br>Of their treasures had despoiled them,<br>Of the best of all their dresses,<br>Shirts of deer-skin, robes of ermine,<br>Belts of wampum, crests of feathers,<br>Warlike weapons, pipes and pouches.<br>Twenty eyes glared wildly at him,<br>Like the eyes of wolves glared at him.<br> Said the lucky Pau-Puk-Keewis:<br>"In my wigwam I am lonely,<br>In my wanderings and adventures<br>I have need of a companion,<br>Fain would have a Meshinauwa,<br>An attendant and pipe-bearer.<br>I will venture all these winnings,<br>All these garments heaped about me,<br>All this wampum, all these feathers,<br>On a single throw will venture<br>All against the young man yonder!"<br>`T was a youth of sixteen summers,<br>`T was a nephew of Iagoo;<br>Face-in-a-Mist, the people called him.<br> As the fire burns in a pipe-head<br>Dusky red beneath the ashes,<br>So beneath his shaggy eyebrows<br>Glowed the eyes of old Iagoo.<br>"Ugh!" he answered very fiercely;<br>"Ugh!" they answered all and each one.<br> Seized the wooden bowl the old man,<br>Closely in his bony fingers<br>Clutched the fatal bowl, Onagon,<br>Shook it fiercely and with fury,<br>Made the pieces ring together<br>As he threw them down before him.<br> Red were both the great Kenabeeks,<br>Red the Ininewug, the wedge-men,<br>Red the Sheshebwug, the ducklings,<br>Black the four brass Ozawabeeks,<br>White alone the fish, the Keego;<br>Only five the pieces counted!<br> Then the smiling Pau-Puk-Keewis<br>Shook the bowl and threw the pieces;<br>Lightly in the air he tossed them,<br>And they fell about him scattered;<br>Dark and bright the Ozawabeeks,<br>Red and white the other pieces,<br>And upright among the others<br>One Ininewug was standing,<br>Even as crafty Pau-Puk-Keewis<br>Stood alone among the players,<br>Saying, "Five tens! mine the game is,"<br> Twenty eyes glared at him fiercely,<br>Like the eyes of wolves glared at him,<br>As he turned and left the wigwam,<br>Followed by his Meshinauwa,<br>By the nephew of Iagoo,<br>By the tall and graceful stripling,<br>Bearing in his arms the winnings,<br>Shirts of deer-skin, robes of ermine,<br>Belts of wampum, pipes and weapons.<br> "Carry them," said Pau-Puk-Keewis,<br>Pointing with his fan of feathers,<br>"To my wigwam far to eastward,<br>On the dunes of Nagow Wudjoo!"<br> Hot and red with smoke and gambling<br>Were the eyes of Pau-Puk-Keewis<br>As he came forth to the freshness<br>Of the pleasant Summer morning.<br>All the birds were singing gayly,<br>All the streamlets flowing swiftly,<br>And the heart of Pau-Puk-Keewis<br>Sang with pleasure as the birds sing,<br>Beat with triumph like the streamlets,<br>As he wandered through the village,<br>In the early gray of morning,<br>With his fan of turkey-feathers,<br>With his plumes and tufts of swan's down,<br>Till he reached the farthest wigwam,<br>Reached the lodge of Hiawatha.<br> Silent was it and deserted;<br>No one met him at the doorway,<br>No one came to bid him welcome;<br>But the birds were singing round it,<br>In and out and round the doorway,<br>Hopping, singing, fluttering, feeding,<br>And aloft upon the ridge-pole<br>Kahgahgee, the King of Ravens,<br>Sat with fiery eyes, and, screaming,<br>Flapped his wings at Pau-Puk-Keewis.<br> "All are gone! the lodge Is empty!"<br>Thus it was spake Pau-Puk-Keewis,<br>In his heart resolving mischief<br>"Gone is wary Hiawatha,<br>Gone the silly Laughing Water,<br>Gone Nokomis, the old woman,<br>And the lodge is left unguarded!"<br> By the neck he seized the raven,<br>Whirled it round him like a rattle,<br>Like a medicine-pouch he shook it,<br>Strangled Kahgahgee, the raven,<br>From the ridge-pole of the wigwam<br>Left its lifeless body hanging,<br>As an insult to its master,<br>As a taunt to Hiawatha.<br> With a stealthy step he entered,<br>Round the lodge in wild disorder<br>Threw the household things about him,<br>Piled together in confusion<br>Bowls of wood and earthen kettles,<br>Robes of buffalo and beaver,<br>Skins of otter, lynx, and ermine,<br>As an insult to Nokomis,<br>As a taunt to Minnehaha.<br> Then departed Pau-Puk-Keewis,<br>Whistling, singing through the forest,<br>Whistling gayly to the squirrels,<br>Who from hollow boughs above him<br>Dropped their acorn-shells upon him,<br>Singing gayly to the wood birds,<br>Who from out the leafy darkness<br>Answered with a song as merry.<br> Then he climbed the rocky headlands,<br>Looking o'er the Gitche Gumee,<br>Perched himself upon their summit,<br>Waiting full of mirth and mischief<br>The return of Hiawatha.<br> Stretched upon his back he lay there;<br>Far below him splashed the waters,<br>Plashed and washed the dreamy waters;<br>Far above him swam the heavens,<br>Swam the dizzy, dreamy heavens;<br>Round him hovered, fluttered, rustled<br>Hiawatha's mountain chickens,<br>Flock-wise swept and wheeled about him,<br>Almost brushed him with their pinions.<br> And he killed them as he lay there,<br>Slaughtered them by tens and twenties,<br>Threw their bodies down the headland,<br>Threw them on the beach below him,<br>Till at length Kayoshk, the sea-gull,<br>Perched upon a crag above them,<br>Shouted: "It is Pau-Puk-Keewis!<br>He is slaying us by hundreds!<br>Send a message to our brother,<br>Tidings send to Hiawatha!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409558" data-title="Pau-Puk-Keewis de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; You shall hear of all his mischief, And his flight from Hiawatha, And his wondrous transmigrations, And the e..."></div> </div> </div>
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